Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 186 - 186: What's to Fear from Divorce? One Can Always Marry Again!



Chapter 186: Chapter 186: What’s to Fear from Divorce? One Can Always Marry Again!
 

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After leaving the estate, Qi Yue casually led two horses away.

She rode one horse and tied Song Gensheng to the other, slowly heading towards Fuzhou under the cover of night.

Halfway there, Song Gensheng gradually regained consciousness.

Upon waking, he started shouting and almost fell off the horse.

When he learned that they had escaped the encirclement and were already halfway there, he was dazed for quite a while.

“Sister Yueyue, is it true?”

“Of course, it’s true. The air you’re breathing now is the air of freedom!”

“Sister Yueyue, how did you rescue me? Why did you make me fall asleep?”

“How I rescued you is a secret, and there’s a reason I made you sleep too.”

“What reason?”

“That’s a secret as well.”

“Oh.”

Song Gensheng was simple-minded, happily praising Qi Yue greatly after asking a few simple questions.

“Sister Yueyue, you really are the most amazing person I’ve ever seen! You could rescue me amidst so many people, and I was even asleep!”

“Sister Yueyue, I think you’re even more formidable than the Young Marquis!”

At the mention of the Young Marquis, Qi Yue felt a pang in her heart.

Zhao Xiyan, oh!

This time, she was truly ready to let go of him!

The two of them rode their horses swiftly and finally arrived at Fuzhou Wharf between 5-7 AM.

There they found Qu Wei and Granny Zhang, who had been waiting for them.

“My dear young lady, you’ve finally come! I was so worried!” Granny Zhang burst into tears of excitement upon seeing them.

“Worried about what? Even if the sky fell down, your young mistress would be just fine!” Qi Yue said with a boastful face, hugging Granny Zhang to comfort her.

This woman, the same age as her mother, always made her feel unspeakably soft-hearted.

“Yes, my young lady.”

Qu Wei added, “I was really afraid you had left us two behind to rescue him alone! Thankfully, you’ve come!”

As he spoke, he scrutinized Song Gensheng from head to toe.

Being the son and enemy of the Grand Tutor, he was not unfamiliar with the bandits of Guyang. Now, seeing Song Gensheng was really just a child, he also couldn’t help but be surprised.

“Sister, can he really be immune to blades and spears?”

“Fake.”

Qi Yue rejected the suggestion with one word, then introduced Song Gensheng to the two of them and vice versa.

Afterward, the group boarded a boat and traveled downstream, arriving at Yecheng by noon the next day.

Although Yecheng was located vertically above the Capital City, it was already a thousand miles away.

Even if the villains reacted later and gave chase, it would take them a full day’s time.

Once there, Qi Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, she couldn’t be too careless; after all, the villains had eyes and ears everywhere, and if they caught even a hint of their trail, they would certainly be tracked down.

So, as soon as they disembarked, Qi Yue found an inn and disguised all four of them.

While she was secondary, the most important one was Song Gensheng. As expected, after last night’s events, the villains would definitely not let him go.

Therefore, she made a mask for Song Gensheng, transforming him into a man in his twenties and quite portly.

Seeing her change someone’s appearance as if by magic, Qu Wei found his interest piqued.

He straightened up and walked a few circles on the ground, longing in his voice as he said, “Sister Yueyue, look at me, don’t you think my build is a bit like Zhao Xiyan’s? How about you make a mask for me as well, and let me experience what it’s like to be the most admired beauty in the land!”

Talk about hitting a raw nerve.

Qi Yue really wanted to smash Qu Wei’s head in!

To her surprise, Song Gensheng jumped up as soon as he heard this.

“Zhao Xiyan? Which Zhao Xiyan? Is Brother Qu referring to Zhao, the Young Marquis?”

Qu Wei, not knowing that Song Gensheng was Zhao Xiyan’s little fanboy, immediately nodded.

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“Who else could it be? Is there another son of a bitch named Zhao Xiyan in this whole world?”

Song Gensheng immediately raised his fist and struck Qu Wei!

“How dare you curse the Young Marquis! I’ll kill you!”

As he spoke, his hammer-like hand came down again.

Qi Yue hurried to stop Song Gensheng.

“Gensheng, don’t be so agitated!”

Qu Wei was hit hard by the punch and was clutching his chest, unable to speak.

Qi Yue quickly fed him a few medicine pills and administered twelve acupuncture needles before he could slowly start talking again.

“Yueyue… sister, is this guy Zhao Xiyan’s bastard?”

Seeing that he had been beaten to internal injury and could still joke, Qi Yue was impressed.

“Are you brainless? Can’t you do the math? Zhao Xiyan is not even twenty-two, and Gensheng is already fifteen. Is that even possible?”

Qu Wei, trembling, pointed at Song Gensheng and said, “Yueyue, I will settle the score with Zhao Xiyan sooner or later. Don’t you stop me.”

Qi Yue snorted and remained silent.

What did Zhao Xiyan’s matters have to do with her? Could she control that?

Song Gensheng was confounded by this situation.

It was the first time he had heard someone casually call out his idol’s name like this.

“Sister Yueyue, you… you know the Young Marquis?”

After resting for a while, Qu Wei finally got his breath back.

He sat up and started pointing at Song Gensheng’s nose and cursed loudly.

“Who knows that bastard? I would be ashamed to acknowledge him!”

“Enough! Hold your tongue,” said Qi Yue, knowing Qu Wei was about to launch into a lengthy tirade and immediately intervened, only for Qu Wei to become even more aggressive.

“…Enough? Not at all! I haven’t said enough. I, Qu Wei, may seem bad on the surface, but he is rotten to the core. Do you know what he’s done? He professes love for one, sleeps with the eighth Princess, flirts with my Yueyue sister…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Gensheng punched him on the cheek.

Luckily, Qi Yue intercepted, or else all of his teeth would have ended up in his stomach.

“Gensheng, brother!”

“Sister Yueyue, he’s spouting nonsense, this is defamation! The Young Marquis is not that kind of person!”

Song Gensheng couldn’t stand to hear a single bad word about Zhao Xiyan, and now his eyes were bloodshot with rage.

If he had not lost his knife, he might have resorted to murder at this moment!

Qu Wei finally realized he should be afraid and quickly hid behind Old Madam Zhang, no longer daring to make a sound.

Qi Yue had had enough.

She found it hard to imagine there was someone in the world whose heart was so staunchly protective of another they had never met.

Of course, she had to admit –

Apart from being as deceitful and philandering in love as most men, Zhao Xiyan was outstanding in other aspects.

Looks, martial skill, intelligence, emotional quotient – not one was anything less than top-tier.

With no other choice but to placate Song Gensheng, she ended up spilling the beans about the little incident between her and Zhao Xiyan.

After listening, Song Gensheng was first shocked, then his face took on a look of being hurt.

“So you mean to say, Sister Yueyue, you were already married to the Young Marquis? And you never told me before!”

Qi Yue also felt apologetic about this.

“I’m sorry, Gensheng, brother. Since we have already divorced, there was no need to bring it up anymore.”

Suddenly, something seemed to dawn on Song Gensheng, and he started to laugh.

“What’s there to fear in a divorce? You can still remarry! Sister Yueyue, don’t believe what people say outside. The Young Marquis is definitely not the person they describe. There must be some misunderstanding! Maybe the one he says he loves is you, Sister Yueyue!”

Qi Yue thought this was impossible; she wouldn’t mistake the hairpin on that woman’s head.

But seeing Song Gensheng’s persistent look, she chose not to say anything else and swiftly changed the subject.

“Gensheng, brother, what are your plans from here?”


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