Does your husband only love his wife?I turned around and left the house to marry a villain

Chapter 1 Beggar
  "Brother Jing, why did you come to see me now? Get me a glass of water."

In the dark room, on the foul-smelling bed, a woman with white hair on her temples and an old face lay.

In front of her, stood a high-spirited young man, Song Wenjing, the youngest chief minister in the dynasty.

He wore official robes and a black gauze hat on his head. His handsome face was gloomy and cold, and his eyes were full of disgust.

The woman Xie on the bed reached out to him, and he stepped back and said, "Mother, I have become the youngest chief minister of the Yan Kingdom. Do you think my official robe looks good?"

Only then did Xie Jinyun see clearly that the court clothes on his adopted son were purple, with a picture of an auspicious beast soaring into the clouds embroidered on the chest, and he looked very proud.

"You have been promoted, then your second uncle..." That is her second brother. If the adopted son becomes the first assistant, will the second brother who takes the adopted son into the official career be...

"Uncle, he is in jail."

"What?" Xie Jinyun's eyes widened in disbelief, and she struggled to sit up on the bed and get up, but she couldn't do it at all. The maids and women who had previously served her all disappeared inexplicably, and there was no one around her. She has been hungry from meal to meal. She has not contacted her brothers from her mother's clan for a long time, and her adopted son has not set foot in her yard for half a year.

From being a noble daughter of an aristocratic family to being the daughter-in-law of the Yongning Marquis Mansion, from being prosperous all the way to her current decline, it's not that she hasn't thought about who did all this, but she doesn't dare to think about the worst.

Song Wenjing was a child she raised single-handedly. She relied on the help of her father and brother to enter the official career.

He shouldn't be an ungrateful person...

"I sent the evidence of the second uncle's corruption into his study, and bribed people from the Xie family to serve as witnesses to testify against the second uncle's evil deeds in court. The emperor was furious and put the second uncle in jail. Oh, yes Well, my eldest uncle neglected his duties in Xiguan and killed the prince. The civil and military officials want the emperor to hold him accountable for the death of the prince. Early this morning, I was ordered to lead troops to the Xie Mansion to raid the house."

"You..." Xie Jinyun felt cold all over. Looking at the adopted son who was once the closest to him, he said angrily: "Why did you want to harm your second uncle?"

"That's not right." Song Wenjing explained: "I also planned to kill the prince. I am a member of His Royal Highness Prince Liang. Who makes the Xie family unwilling to support Prince Liang's ascension to the throne? Then I have to let the prince die and eradicate you by the way. Family, from now on, no one can control what I do. What I hate the most is that you Xie family members control my life with just a little kindness!"

"Song Wenjing!" Xie Jinyun roared angrily: "If it weren't for me, Xie Jinyun, and my family, you would be nothing. You would be nothing but a beggar I picked up from the street!"

"Are you stupid?" Song Wenjing sneered: "That was all designed by my great-grandmother. I am originally a bloodline of the Song family. Look, who is the person behind me?"

Xie Jinyun widened his eyes and looked at the two figures walking in from the door.

She immediately recognized her husband Song Qian, who had been dead for fifteen years. Time had not left many traces on him. He was almost the same as the young general in her impression. If there was a change, it was that this man had become more calm. .

And he was holding a woman in her early forties. She was pampered, with a rosy complexion, a plump figure, and a beautiful face. She stood next to the man and looked at her with a smile on her face. Xie Jinyun said, "Sister, I finally have a chance. , standing in front of you."

"You..." Xie Jinyun's eyes fell on her husband. He died in Xiguan more than 20 years ago: "You are not dead?"

Song Qian's expression was indifferent, he was not willing to talk to her, his face was full of disgust and disgust.

The woman next to him, Ms. Liang, said in a soft voice: "I saved brother Qian's life, allowed him to escape that disaster, and gave birth to Wen Jing with me. I have to thank my sister for all these years." Educate my and my husband’s children.”

"The child of you and your husband?" Xie Jinyun felt that his knowledge was refreshed again and again. He looked back and forth at the three of them several times before he realized what he was doing and pointed at them with trembling fingers: "You mean, Song Wenjing Is he your son?!"

"Yes, sister, this is the only bloodline of our Song family. Thank you for your hard work, sister." Liang Wanzhi saluted her in a dignified manner.

Xie Jinyun was so angry that he vomited blood and roared angrily: "Song Qian, I have been a widow for you for twenty-one years, and you have always been outside, living happily with this concubine, but you sent your evil son to my name and let me Is he worthy of accepting him as the eldest son? Is he worthy? You guys are liars. Song Wenjing is just an outsider. He is not worthy of being..."

"Shut up." Song Wenjing kicked Xie Jinyun in the chest.

Xie Jinyun slammed into the wall, vomiting blood.

Song Qian glanced at Xie Jinyun coldly and said, "Wen Jing, give your aunt a good sendoff. The emperor has decreed the exile of the entire Xie family, and it's time for Xie Jinyun to go on his way."

After saying that, Song Qian took Liang Wanzhi's hand and walked out of the yard.

Xie Jinyun's unwilling roar came from behind: "Song Qian, you will die badly, you harmed me, you have harmed my life, I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"

With a "chi" sound, the fire quickly surrounded the Jade Fei Pavilion. After a while, Xie Jinyun's voice disappeared as the fire devoured it.

…   “Boom!” The bang on the head pulled Xie Jinyun back from the abyss of death.

She opened her eyes and went back twenty years ago.

The beautiful faces and Doujiao in front of them both look like they are seventeen or eighteen years old.

She looked at her hands in disbelief, and they were reborn.

"Oh my God, that kid is so pathetic."

A woman's voice came from outside the carriage.

Daukou first opened the curtain and looked outside. The coachman reported outside: "Madam, a six-year-old beggar suddenly rushed out and seemed to have fainted."

The scene was the same, and every word the coachman said was exactly the same as in the previous life.

The child outside the carriage is Song Wenjing.

She never thought that the little beggar, who looked weak and pitiful, was actually the son of Song Qian and a woman outside.

No wonder the old lady wanted to adopt a beggar into her name and ask her to educate him as a legitimate son. It turned out that this was the way to go.

Calculating Song Wenjing's age, before she married into the Yongning Marquis Mansion, Song Qian made his daughter pregnant with a child.

That Yongning Hou Mansion is a fraud.

……

"Madam, what should I do?"

Huarong's voice brought Xie Jinyun back to his senses.

"Send it to the nearby drug store and check it carefully."

Xie Jinyun just glanced at the child and then looked away.

However, the cardamom beside him opened the curtain wide and spoke loudly. He wished that the people outside could hear him and used public opinion to guide Xie Jinyun: "Madam, why don't you take the child back to our Yongning Marquis Mansion for treatment? I'll take a look at his clothes." He must be a helpless beggar."

Cardamom is the old lady's spy, and every word she says is probably the old lady's guidance.

Xie Jinyun's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was gentle enough for the onlookers outside to hear: "Although his clothes are torn, they have been mended carefully. The clothes are neat, and the child's face is round and red. He is not like a helpless beggar. Our Marquis Mansion If you just take someone else's child away casually, if there is no trace of his family, you should be anxious for the child's relatives, and stay with the child with a beautiful face, waiting for the child's relatives to find him. If the child really has no family, you So I took him to the Yamen and let the official arrange it. There is absolutely no reason to just pick up other people's children on the street."

She wanted to see what the people in the Hou Mansion and Song Qian would do if she didn't take the child back to the Hou Mansion for treatment in this life.

"Yes, madam." Huarong replied.

Dou Kao was anxious. Why didn't Madam take the child back to the Marquis Mansion in the direction planned by the old Madam? Madam has always been kind-hearted.

Daukou was anxious, but didn't dare to say anything more, so she lowered the curtain.

The moment Daukou lowered the curtain, Xie Jinyun saw a familiar figure appearing in the alley opposite.

She subconsciously looked at the man opposite her, and her breathing suddenly became tight...

It's him.

The prince in his previous life is now only the seventh prince...

(End of this chapter)