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The Minister and I

The Minister and I

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Introduction
Song Yu knew that in the eyes of outsiders, the weak and sickly Shen Sanlang would one day become a subject of power and authority. She didn't want him to be rich and powerful in the future. She just hoped that he wouldn't torture her to death like he did in the original book. After she wore the book, she didn't ruin his home, angered his mother, sold his sister-in-law, and developed the Shen family's food store. In this way, when he had a good reputation, he should be able to separate from each other and forget about the Jianghu, right? It wasn't until Shen Sanlang became the Number One Scholar, a powerful minister, and a Grand Secretariat that she was unable to bid him farewell. Had she forgotten that she had even given birth to a bunch of little babies? Shen Jun: Since my wife has provoked me, how can she possibly run away?
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With a crash, Song Yu's consciousness was pulled out of the darkness.

There was a burst of pain in the back of her head. She struggled to sit up and stopped again.

In an instant, the flood of memories rushed into her mind, making her whole face wrinkled.

After a while, Song Yu came back to her senses.

Had she time-traveled?

"He dressed in the novel I read a few days ago and became the vicious ex-wife of that man who had the power to overthrow the court?"

Song Yu's teeth trembled when she thought of the Grand Secretariat who had cut her ex-wife into pieces while talking and laughing in the book.

Back then, when he was reading the literature, he had felt that Shen Jun was cruel and violent. Now, she had actually become the person he hated the most in his life?

What kind of damn luck was this?

Suddenly, Song Yu sensed a gaze that could not be ignored and turned her head to look.

The room was not big, with a square table and two stools not far from the window.

Two meters away from the bamboo bench under her, a man was lying on the bed. His pale and weak face could not hide the burning in his eyes. At this time, he was looking at her fiercely, like a wild wolf, which was hard to ignore.

Song Yu's mind automatically recalled the description of the original owner in the book. Her heart skipped a beat, and her tone was slightly chaotic.

"You... why are you looking at me?"

Shen Sanlang looked at her for a long while before saying a word through his teeth, "Water."

Song Yu quickly got up and poured herself a glass of water.

She hesitated and walked over. She helped the man up and fed him some water. In just a few breaths, she was exhausted. It could be seen how weak the original owner was.

The man took two sips of water and quickly narrowed his eyes again, allowing her to gently push him but there was no response.

Song Yu let out a gentle sigh of relief, her back drenched.

It seemed that he had taken good care of this future high-ranking official for the time being.

She sat in the room for a while and looked at the man on the bed. He was seriously ill and had not woken up for many days. The man's face was pale and thin, but the edges and corners were clearer.

Song Yu let out a sigh of relief and walked out of the room.

The sun was setting, and it was almost noon. The smoke in the kitchen of the Shen family had not yet come out, mixed with the sound of pots, bowls, and bowls. It was really harsh.

At the door of the kitchen, the boy sat on the ground, wanting to cry. His fingers were as red as white jade, delicate and bloody.

He glanced at the broken porcelain bowl for a moment. This should be the crisp sound of waking her up.

"What's going on?"

Song Yu quickly picked up the doll.

The tears on the boy's face were withdrawn, as if he had been frightened by her. He stared at her blankly and was even stunned when he was held up.

Another girl came out of the kitchen. "Brother, don't... Sister-in-law..."

As soon as she said those two words, she was dumbfounded when she saw that she was holding her brother.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing when she saw Jingbae holding a shovel that was longer than her arm. "Miss Rong, are you hungry?"

"...Yes." The little girl nodded in a daze, and then felt a little embarrassed. She carried the shovel in her hand back.

Song Yu smiled. "Put them down. Sister-in-law will make delicious food for you later."

The little girl looked like she had seen a ghost again.

Song Yu carried Brother Yao into the hall. Using her memory, she found a small box, took out the white cloth and ointment, and treated Brother Yao's injured wound.

The child's skin was delicate, and the broken bowl was sharp. The cut was quite deep, even mixed with some debris. Song Yu picked it out and frowned when she bandaged it.

She looked sideways at Brother Yao, who was a little doll with a wrinkled face like an old man. She gritted her teeth and said nothing. She felt sad and wanted to laugh again.

"Well, go and play with my sister. Don't touch the water, okay?"

Brother Yao stole a glance at Song Yu and nodded obediently: "Oh."

Song Yu pretended not to see his eyes.