Chapter 1 He is my handsome husband?? He is my handsome husband...
My head feels heavy...
Ye Jindian opened her eyes in a daze, her vision was hazy, and she vaguely saw someone lying in front of her.
That person is not A Niang.
She was sure of it.
She closed her eyes again and took a break. When the dizziness that rushed to her throat and head subsided, she opened her eyes again and looked at the person in front of her.
Seeing this, Ye Jindian was so scared that she almost rolled off the bed.
The person lying beside her bed was a man! !
The man was handsome and elegant, like the apricot blossoms shrouded in mist on branches in early spring, pure white and bright. His thick, curled eyelashes caught the pale golden sunlight, like the furry stamens of a flower. To say he possessed the full beauty of spring would not be an exaggeration.
Can--
No matter how good-looking he is, he is still a man!!
Ye Jindian opened her mouth slightly, raised her hand to suppress her scream, and blocked it tightly at her lips to prevent it from coming out.
Where is this? Why is she here? Where is my mother? Who kidnapped them?
She turned her head to look at the interior decoration, sweeping across the green bamboo-patterned forehead curtains and draperies, and the bamboo screen depicting the sunset over a lonely city, and her eyes fell on a pale yellow calamus on the windowsill.
This place is so cozy that it doesn't seem like the kind of accommodation a kidnapper would arrange.
Her head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and she raised her hand to cover it, but she felt the two-finger-wide cloth tied around her head.
"What's wrong with me?"
She wondered if something had happened to her.
Why is it that her memory is still lingering in the desolate yellow sand where she was about to leave?
At that time, the vast twilight and the lonely smoke and tall trees receded. She sat on the wobbly cart, leaning on her mother's shoulder, and headed south through the sky and earth shrouded in turbid mist.
The old driver's chattering voice seemed to still echo in my ears.
"The sand dunes and ancient tombs in the border town are high—"
How come in the blink of an eye, she arrived at this elegant and clean place without any yellow sand.
Ye Jindian gritted her teeth, not daring to wake up the strange man sleeping beside the bed. She straightened her soft body, quietly lifted the quilt, and wanted to get out of bed to look around.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, the person who was originally sleeping soundly beside her suddenly opened his eyes, reached out to grab her sleeve, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Tiantian!"
There was a hint of panic in his voice.
Ye Jindian froze and bit the inside of her lip. The sharp canine fangs pierced the flesh, causing a slight pain. This slight pain made her relax her stiff movements, and she became more calm and sober.
Who is he and how does he know my nickname?
She turned her head slowly and met a pair of anxious eyes.
"Tiantian?"
The man looked at her with a dazed look in his eyes.
It was then that Ye Jindian noticed that the man looked to be in his early twenties, like a young man who had just undergone the coming-of-age ceremony. He was tall and slender, with a scholarly air, a pair of large, bright eyes, and thin lips that showed a hint of paleness.
The round-necked robe he put on seemed to have been put on in a hurry, with the cloth buttons only half-fastened, and there was always a danger that it would pop off at any time.
Such a person, even if there is a dark shadow under his eyes, still looks like a weak scholar who is gentle and elegant in the breeze and bright moon.
He was even less capable of being a kidnapper than this inner room.
Then he——
Who is it?
Both of them felt a few uneasy guesses in their hearts and were speechless for a while.
"Sweetheart! My sweetheart!"
The sound of the copper basin falling on the wooden rack broke the silence in the room.
Ye Wanniang lifted her skirt and hurried to the bed. She held up Ye Jindian's head, touched her thin cheeks with heartache, and looked at her carefully over and over again, wishing she could pull all her hair apart and examine every inch of her scalp carefully.
"You're finally awake! Do you know how long you were unconscious? For four days and three nights, I had to force-feed you everything I could eat and drink! You scared me to death, you know that!"
Wan Niang, who was always straightforward and had a hot temper, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her palms and forced her to sit down.
Ye Jindian withdrew her gaze from the man and fixed it on her own mother, stammering, "Mother..."
What happened to her? Was she intercepted by bandits and injured in the head?
"What do you want to do? Don't move." Wan Niang held down Ye Jindian's fingers as she reached for her head and pulled the quilt over her. "The doctor said you hit your head when you fell into the water, and your blood is clogged. You've been prone to dizziness and nausea for the past two days since you woke up. A breeze will only make your headaches worse. You need to stay in bed and rest more."
Ye Jindian grabbed the busy hand and said, "Mother, don't move."
Why did she look at her mother a little differently than when she was sitting on the cart?
"What's wrong?" Wan Niang stared at her nervously, tucking her hands into the quilt and covering them tightly. "Are you feeling uncomfortable or unwell somewhere? Tell me about it, okay?"
Ye Jindian raised her hand and touched the corners of Wan Niang's eyes, which were covered with fine wrinkles. She asked in confusion, "Mother, why are you..." She swallowed the words "I seem to have aged several years" that were about to come out of her mouth and changed it to a more euphemistic way to avoid being slapped, "I woke up and felt like I was several years older."
Wan Niang's heart skipped a beat and her heart suddenly contracted, as if it was squeezed violently by something, causing her some pain.
My daughter, did you hit your head?
Only then did Ye Jindian notice her hand. Her eyes widened slightly and she looked at it over and over again, somewhat unable to believe it.
Why doesn't this look like her hand?
The child who grew up in the border town had her hands covered with yellow sand all day long, and because she loved beating weapons, many sparks were splashed on the back of her hands.
Now, although these hands were not as voluptuous or white as before, they were well-proportioned and slender, and the calluses and scars on them were much lighter. Most importantly, these hands looked bigger than her original hands!
“Bang—”
Her heart skipped a beat and her ears buzzed.
"Mother..." Her hands trembled and she pinched herself hard.
It will hurt.
It's true.
This is her hand, not a dream, nor fake.
In her peripheral vision, the young man on the side took two quick steps forward and stretched out his hand as if to stop her.
But Wan Niang reacted quickly, quickly holding her hand, reaching out to hold her in her arms, and patted her gently: "Tiantian, don't be afraid, mother is here."
The young man's hand missed, so he had to withdraw it sadly and step aside.
But he kept his eyes slightly lowered, and his peripheral vision was always paying attention to Ye Jindian's every move, never moving away.
"Mother, what happened to me? Why did my hands suddenly grow so much bigger?" Ye Jindian's voice was muffled. "Am I poisoned?"
Then her head would not suddenly swell up and become a pig's head!
She quickly got up: "I need a mirror."
She obviously had not yet adapted to her relatively weak body. With just one turn, she almost fell face down due to dizziness.
At the critical moment, a pair of hands reached out and held her shoulders firmly.
She held her forehead and looked up, not knowing how to address him, so she could only murmur, "Thank you, my dear."
The young man seemed a little stunned and stammered, "No, nothing."
Ye Jindian felt that his reaction was a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was strange about it.
Maybe it was because she was used to seeing rough men in the north, and she was not used to seeing a delicate beauty?
Before she could find out more, her attention shifted to her own mother.
"Child, the doctor said that you can't get excited before the blood stasis is removed! If anything happens, just call me and Bai Shi, okay?" Wan Niang's blood ran cold with shock just now. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was fine. She pulled her to sit down again and leaned against the head of the bed to rest.
Shiraishi?
Who is this? This delicate beauty before me?
The young man loosened his grip and slowly closed his palm: "I'll go get the mirror."
He took two quick steps out, and when he was almost at the door, he remembered that there was a mirror over there as well. He turned around abruptly, went to the dressing table, took down the bronze mirror, and handed it to Ye Jindian.
Seeing that her reflection in the bronze mirror didn't turn into a pig's head, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Can--
She pinched her face and looked left and right. She always felt that the face in the mirror was smooth and her skin was white. She looked like a sweet and translucent girl, not very like herself.
"T-Is this me?"
The appearance is pretty much the same, but the face is a little different.
Seeing her daughter's series of strange behaviors, Wan Niang had an ominous guess in her heart.
She pressed down the hand that was messing up her face and said, "First, tell me, how much do you remember about what happened before you woke up?"
Ye Jindian stuttered.
When Wan Niang heard her talking about yellow sand and carts, she was silent for a while, then looked back at the man with a hint of worry in her expression.
The other person's eyebrows were also worried: "I will go to the Wei Mansion to invite the miracle doctor to take another look at Tiantian."
After he said that, he ran away like a gust of wind, and no one could stop him even if they shouted.
"Shiraishi? Shiraishi??"
"Mother." Ye Jindian buttoned the dark pattern on the laces of her skirt, feeling a little uneasy. "Just tell me the truth, I can bear it."
It was still unclear, and she felt even more uneasy.
Wan Niang brushed away the strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, sighed, and said, "We've been in the capital... for three years."
Three years!!
Ye Jindian's eyes went dark, her forehead ached, and she almost fainted.
She tightened her fingers and almost tore Wan Niang's laces off.
"You kid." Wan Niang held her cheek and tapped her nose with a casual look. "Why, you lost three years of memory, and you despise your mother because she's old and can't give you face and become the most beautiful and powerful mother in the world?"
Ye Jindian subconsciously retorted: "No!"
She had been without a father since she was a child. She and her mother settled in the foggy southwestern border and the desolate northern border respectively. They depended on each other for survival and had a deep affection for each other.
She tightened her arms, moved forward, and leaned against Wan Niang's shoulder, whispering softly.
"My mother is the best mother in the world. No one can compare to her."
Ye Wanniang's eyes welled up when she heard this, turning red. But fearing it would affect the child, she suppressed her emotions and patted her on the back gently: "Don't be afraid of losing three years of memory. Mother is here. I'll tell you slowly, okay?"
"Okay." Ye Jindian found it difficult to accept the reality that she had suddenly "grown up". Her heart felt a little depressed, and she was a little confused about the unknown, but she was afraid that her mother would worry too much, so she had to force herself to accept the reality and cheer up to deal with it.
Wan Niang comforted her a few more words, brought some warm water and wiped her face and body to make her feel better.
"You've woken up from your dream, you must be hungry, right? I made some shredded chicken porridge in the kitchen. I'll get you two bowls."
Ye Jindian nodded obediently, then suddenly remembered something and held Wan Niang's hand again.
"By the way, mother, who was that person just now?"
Wan Niang remained silent for a long time, took her hand and squeezed it, looked at her expression, and seemed to want to say something but hesitated, unable to make a decision.
What's going on? Why is A Niang so hesitant? Is there something more difficult for her to accept than losing three years of memory?
Ye Jindian took a deep breath and said, "Mother, just tell me."
She was ready to accept the bad news. Even if the man was her mother's second husband, she would grit her teeth and accept him.
"he--"
"Your unwelcome new husband."
Ye Jindian: “???”
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