Hollow briquettes (female) × solid glutinous rice balls (male)
The cold-hearted and desolate little fox who works every step of the way × the beautiful man with a face as beautiful as a crown, a frail and sick man
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When Xie Lingchun married Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan was still a poor scholar, his family was destitute, his bones were broken apart from illness, and his doctor said he would not live more than two years.
And Xie Lingchun was just a concubine from a side branch of the Xie family who was married off as a substitute.
Xie Lingchun's original plan was to survive Zhao Yan, become a carefree widow, and receive a sum of money from the Xie family for settlement. No matter how you look at it, this is a good deal.
After being married for more than two years, Zhao Yan has never died. And her sister-in-law, who disliked Zhao Yan for being poor and weak and refused to marry him, began to frequently ask people to inquire about his current situation after Zhao Yan won the double prize.
Xie Lingchun thought that she might not be able to wait until the day Zhao Yan died, nor could she enjoy the time when he passed high school.
So Xie Lingchun chose to leave.
"I'm not the person you want to marry." Xie Lingchun told him, "Now that you are in good health and have a promising future, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to occupy this position."
She didn't give Zhao Yan any chance to stay.
*
Three years later.
From a scholar to a minister of the emperor, it only took Zhao Yan three years.
His methods are fierce, his city is deep, and his civil and military power is something that no one dares to underestimate.
In the past three years, although Xie Lingchun lived in poverty, he was comfortable and unrestrained. She was quite satisfied.
Until the head of the Xie family came to her door and told her that she had escaped with Li and wanted to take her back to hold her accountable.
People from the government blocked the streets and alleys, and she was really desperate.
It was night, and Xie Lingchun stayed up all night.
Before dawn, she finally made up her mind and walked to the door where she had hidden for more than three years.
The door opens from the inside.
Zhao Yan was holding a plain umbrella in his hand, wearing a large cloak on his shoulders, his eyelashes slightly lowered, staring at her unblinkingly through the heavy rain curtain.
He was thinner than three years ago, and the sick look between his brows had completely faded, replaced by a calmness and majesty that was completely unfamiliar to her.
Xie Lingchun's eyes were red, she clenched her wet sleeves tightly, and pulled out a pitiful smile that she had practiced for a long time: "Zhao Yan, do you still want me?"
Zhao Yan tilted his head slightly, showing a gentle and innocent smile.
Then he spoke, his voice as gentle as before, but it sent a chill down Xie Lingchun's back: "Didn't you say that you are not the person I want to marry?"
*
Zhao Yan always believed that Xie Lingchun's departure must be because he was not prominent enough, his status was not noble enough, and he could not give her the glory and wealth she wanted.
So he climbed up with all his strength and let everyone know his name.
Then sit back and wait.
——"If what she wants is money, fame, or status, then I will earn it for her."
Copywritten on April 27, 2026, archived.
Purpose: It's no problem if you're short of money, it's rare for a couple to be a teenager
