Lu Qiance was her husband now.
Why should she be the one to leave?!
Unless that bastard really did treat her differently from Jiang Mengmeng.
If he dared, he’d be dead meat!
In that case, there was only one choice—
She would accompany Lu Qiance to his military posting.
Not only would she be able to stay away from Jiang Mengmeng, she’d also prevent Lu Qiance and Jiang Mengmeng from having any further contact.
Two birds with one stone.
The thought instantly put Sang Qing in a much better mood.
She picked up the small rosewood jewelry box resting on the bed.
Inside were all the pieces of jewelry Sang Wanrou had left for her.
As she casually looked through them, her eyes landed on an ordinary-looking jade wushi pendant.
She froze.
Suddenly, she remembered that in the novel, the heroine also possessed an unremarkable wushi pendant.
During one of her arguments with Jiang Mengmeng, blood had accidentally dripped onto the pendant…
Activating a dimensional space.
Sang Qing blinked her beautiful eyes.
After a brief hesitation, she pricked the tip of her index finger with a needle and smeared a drop of blood onto the jade pendant.
Almost instantly…
The pendant disappeared before her eyes and merged into the center of her forehead.
Without even entering the space, Sang Qing could clearly see everything inside.
A vast forest shrouded in mist stretched endlessly before her.
A river glowing with golden light flowed through it from high above.
Beside the river stood a small wooden cottage.
Inside were shelves lined with bottles and jars of every shape and size, looking remarkably like an ancient alchemy room.
Her gaze swept across the labels before settling on two bottles.
Enlightenment Pill.
Great Strength Pill.
The next second, both bottles appeared in her hands.
Sang Qing: “…”
After hesitating for only a second, she swallowed both pills.
The medicine dissolved the moment it entered her mouth.
Soon, warmth spread throughout her body.
It felt as though limitless strength had filled every limb, while her mind became clearer than ever before.
Things she’d previously struggled to understand suddenly seemed perfectly obvious.
If she remembered correctly…
Wasn’t this exactly how the heroine’s space had been described in the novel?
A spiritual spring cultivation space?
But…
The heroine’s space had only contained a small stream.
There certainly hadn’t been a wooden cottage.
Nor an endless mountain forest that obviously contained countless treasures.
Sang Qing suddenly let out a quiet laugh.
So the so-called heroine…
Was nothing more than a thief who stole other people’s possessions through the power of plot armor?
Now that the jade pendant had returned to its rightful owner…
Just how much of a “heroine” was Jiang Mengmeng without it?
Thinking back to the novel, nearly every one of the heroine’s lucky opportunities had come from the spiritual spring and the storage abilities of that space.
A smile slowly spread across Sang Qing’s lips.
Now that she’d reclaimed the space…
Every opportunity that should have belonged to the heroine would belong to her instead.
Just as she was lost in thought, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
A tall figure rushed inside.
The next second, Sang Qing found herself lifted off the bed, held under her arms.
The dangling Sang Qing: “…”
“Wife, are you hurt anyw—”
Before Lu Qiance could finish, a soft little hand smacked him on the forehead.
“I’m not hurt!”
“Put me down!”
Embarrassed, Sang Qing struggled a few times.
But being held so high off the ground made her afraid she’d fall, so she could only glare angrily at him.
Only then did Lu Qiance finally relax.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and settled his little wife onto his lap.
“Why didn’t you wait for me to come back before going to retrieve your dowry?”
His large hand gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before asking worriedly.
Back when he’d been plotting every possible way to marry her, Lu Qiance had investigated the Sang family several times.
Yet not once had he discovered that Sang Qingshan and the others had been secretly abusing Sang Qing.
His men really were useless.
They’d failed to uncover something so important.
His wife had suffered so much, and he’d known nothing about it.
Feeling his heart ache, Lu Qiance gently kissed her cheek.
Only for Sang Qing to immediately cover his mouth and push him away.
Her beautiful watery eyes stared directly at him.
Then she asked with complete seriousness,
“Lu Qiance…”
“Do you hate me?”
Lu Qiance’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He hated her?
Who on earth had been filling her head with such nonsense?
He loved her more than anything.
How could he possibly hate her?
Seeing him remain silent, Sang Qing mistakenly thought he’d admitted it.
Her expression instantly darkened.
“Lu Qiance, if you hate how spoiled and troublesome I am, then just say it.”
“We can get a divorce.”
“Hmph!”
As she finished speaking, she struggled to climb off his lap.
Lu Qiance immediately wrapped an arm around her slender waist, his face turning frighteningly dark.
He had spent so long scheming before finally bringing his wife home.
How could he possibly divorce her?
He’d rather die than let her leave.
“Wife…”
“I don’t hate you.”
“You’re my wife.”
“You’re beautiful, and you have a wonderful personality.”
“How could I ever hate you?”
“If anyone’s going to dislike someone…”
“It’d be you disliking me.”
He gently turned her around, loosened the top button of his collar, and drew her against the hollow of his neck.
Slowly patting her back, he soothed her softly.
“I must have accumulated a lifetime’s worth of blessings to be lucky enough to marry you.”
“I treasure you too much to ever dislike you…”
Like someone stroking a beloved kitten, his hand gently moved from the top of her head down to the small of her back.
Seeing that all she did was angrily bite his collarbone twice, leaving two faint teeth marks, Lu Qiance finally let out a silent sigh of relief.
He knew his wife well.
Aside from loving beautiful things and enjoying acting spoiled around him…
She didn’t really have much of a temper.
Even when she bit someone, it was no more painful than a kitten’s playful nibble.
He adored it.
His wife was such a wonderful person.
Even when she’d stormed back to her parents’ house, all she’d done was empty the house, beat up her father and his family, and throw them out.
How kindhearted she was.
She hadn’t even taken their lives.
Lu Qiance narrowed his sharp black eyes.
Remembering how unusual Sang Qing had been acting today, he cautiously asked,
“Wife…”
“Did someone say something to you?”
Sang Qing had only just calmed down when his question reignited her anger.
“Everyone outside says so.”
“They all say I’m spoiled, that I make trouble all the time, and that I’m always ordering you around.”
“They say you must hate me.”
Lu Qiance felt utterly wronged.
His wife was indeed a little spoiled.
But troublesome?
He absolutely refused to accept that description.
Besides…
Whenever she asked him to do anything for her, she’d reward him with hugs and kisses.
Now that they were married, his benefits had increased dramatically.
He wished she’d order him around even more.
Knowing she was still upset, Lu Qiance realized asking directly wouldn’t get him the truth.
He’d have to change tactics.
His large hand gently cupped her delicate chin.
The next moment…
He lowered his head and kissed her.
The soft, fragrant woman in his arms fit perfectly against him.
Her slender waist could be encircled with one hand.
His rough fingertips slowly caressed her.
Images from the previous night’s passionate intimacy flashed through his mind.
Once he touched Sang Qing…
He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to pour every ounce of his strength into loving her.
He was hopelessly addicted to her.
Only after a long while did Lu Qiance finally pull away.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as his warm, heavy breaths brushed against her ear.
In a low, coaxing voice, he murmured,
“Be good, Wife.”
“Tell me…”
“Who was talking behind your back?”
“Mm?”