Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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From that moment on, I put away the letter I had been copying for a year, and I vowed to become a warrior, a warrior worthy of the God of War.

I fought fiercely, never giving up even when arrows were pointed at my brow. No one from the army approached me, and I didn't need to.

Through hard work, I was promoted to Defender.

They looked at me with respect and approval.

I still get up early and go home late. My ideal is not that simple... Sooner or later, I will stand at a different height and challenge someone! I can lose what I didn't have to begin with, but I will never lose what I have earned!

In the tenth year of Emperor Renguang's reign, we were ordered to return to the capital. My father was so happy that he told everyone he met, "I haven't seen my naughty child for several years!" Everyone went along with him. Who didn't miss their loved ones at this moment, and who didn't dream of a reunion?

I just didn't expect that eagle-like man would bring my mother and me back to the capital at the same time... (I was about to see him, but I was inexplicably nervous.) Maybe I really can't be as arrogant and composed as the Ouyang family.

[Bonus Chapter: Ouyang Wuju (Part 2)]

On the day I returned, the Emperor personally came out of the city to receive me. I stood at the very back of the procession, feeling the satisfaction of being showered with honor at that moment.

My father led my mother, several children we had taken in along the way, and we stepped through the gates of the Prince Shouping's mansion.

I don't quite understand why such a dignified and grand decoration ended up being so disappointing.

In the main hall, I met my elder brother, Ouyang Wuhui, whom I had long admired.

Just as I had imagined, he was as tall as my father, and his striking features made him look very impressive.

He bowed to his father as was customary, and his father helped him up. He didn't seem to miss his father as much as he had in the army camp, but I knew that his father missed him more than the women around him.

The woman who paid close attention to my mother the moment she entered the door was beautiful, elegant, and serene—the perfect mother figure in every child's eyes.

I heard that she was the eldest daughter of the late emperor, of noble birth and extraordinary from birth.

She looked at her mother and then at me, and she must have been very upset, because she didn't hide her dissatisfaction with the woman her father brought home.

Compared to her, Ouyang Wu Hui's behavior was one of complete indifference. He only looked at his father, and he didn't even greet his mother when she came in.

At my father's prompting, I bowed to him. There was no disgust, no joy, no doubt in his eyes, because I realized he was looking at thin air.

I clenched my fists to avoid embarrassing myself in front of my father. What right did he have to treat my mother and me like that? He's just an arrogant young master who relies on his status and position.

Later I learned that he was like this not only to us, but to everyone around him. Apart from my father and mother, and the old prince, whom he treated as a human being, he never gave any of the other people in the palace a second glance.

Seeing him like this calmed my anger somewhat. It seems I really am not a successful person.

Every day I bow to him and chat with him.

He neither chased me away nor welcomed me, because he still treated me like I wasn't there.

On the third day after our return, the princess fell ill. Wu Hui angrily confronted my mother, and it was the first time I saw him wielding a knife. His target was my mother.

I stepped forward to stop him, relying on my battlefield experience and years of physical strength. I withstood his blow and was pushed two meters away. My legs trembled slightly as I stared at him in shock. I never imagined I would lose to him in what I was best at, losing all the things I was so proud of.

Just as his knife was about to strike his mother, his father stopped him. The two exchanged blows for over a hundred rounds. I didn't see my father holding back; it was a real fight. I collapsed to the ground, exhausted. It turned out that he truly deserved my father's love and that he was still on my father's mind even when he was far away at the border.

I hate the injustice of fate. Why does he have everything, yet he still has to give me what I worked so hard to get? After fighting with my father, he walked out without looking back, leaving only the words, "You might as well not have come back!" His words hurt my father, and they hurt that proud man.

When he returned, he reeked of alcohol and was covered in bruises. His father helped him into the room without asking who had hit him.

I watched from a distance as this older brother, whom I both hated and envied immensely, came to live.

He had a really bad temper. When he got angry, he didn't care who was there. When his father went to court or the princess was sick, no one in the family could control him. He smashed everything he could in the room. All those precious paintings, calligraphy and porcelain were thrown out like garbage. Six groups of people went in, and they all returned injured. I was also injured and watched him rage from a distance.

As he smashed the clothes off, blurring the lines between friend and foe, a furtive figure slipped in. I looked at him, wanting to rush over and warn him: "Don't come any closer." But by the time I took a step, it was too late. He was dressed in a well-fitting blue suit—a look I'd never seen before. He was beautiful, like a walking doll, no, more beautiful than any doll in a shop window. He stopped at the door, beckoning to the angry man. At that moment, I knew he was doomed.

The insult in his gestures was too strong. How could the proud older brother let him off? But the older brother seemed used to it, stopped the meaningless beating, and asked him, "Who hit me yesterday?"

He said, "You crashed it yourself." My gut feeling was that he was lying.

Just when I thought his older brother was going to beat him up, he reluctantly walked over to the strange boy, was comforted for a couple of minutes, and then returned to normal and went to the queen's palace.

As I was leaving, I noticed the handsome boy making faces at the back of the older brother's body, exuding a sense of smugness.

I imagine he must be a prince of high status. At the very least, a young master from a prominent family.

The princess's condition improved, but the eldest brother was still unhappy. When he was unhappy, no one in the entire palace dared to laugh, and the atmosphere was very tense. The servants were already used to it.

My elder brother wasn't home today, so I came out for some fresh air. I saw a group of people standing around, coldly watching as a group of people bullied a little girl.

A long-buried memory brought me to the forefront. They laughed at me for not being the young master of the Ouyang family, but I didn't feel much. Anyway, everyone knew Ouyang Wu Hui, so there was no need for them to know Ouyang Wu Ju.

Just as our two groups were about to fight, a familiar figure ran over with a token from the Prince of Shouping's residence.

It's her. No wonder. My intuition told me her identity. The only person who could hold this jade pendant is Ouyang Wu Hui or the future little princess.

I easily found the person who caught my eye in the crowd.

It turns out he was there; my stepping forward to save him seemed ridiculous.

I bowed to my elder brother, but he still ignored me, insisting on getting the jade pendant from that pretty girl. She was quite uncooperative and clearly challenged my elder brother's bottom line.

But in the end, the older brother did not hit her.

She even spoke up for me, trying to get my older brother to pay attention to me. I was flattered and said, "No—no need—sister-in-law!"

I don't know what I said wrong that made her hit me.

"Damn it, what did you just call me?!" He raised his voice to 80,000 decibels, as if he wanted to chop me up.

Isn't she...?