My Husband’s Deceased Wife is Back

By 此臉不要

Chapter 1: Wedding Contrast: General Xue Didn't Even Show Up...

October.

Yiyu lowered her head to look at the heels of her newly changed shoes.

This was sent by the nanny beside her not long ago.

It wasn’t long ago that she returned to her mother’s home in Tokyo.

After all, it was the Huai family’s parents who called Yiyu back because they had something
to ask of her. They wanted her to marry into the Xue family in order to maintain the
relationship between the two families.

So, Yiyu’s mother wanted to go forward and get closer, but she stopped.

Her mother glanced at Yiyu’s shoes indifferently. There was mud on them.

Yiyu shrank her shoes.

This was the stain from the long journey from Hangzhou to the capital. Yiyu had lived a
rough life in Hangzhou since she was a child and had never paid attention to whether her
shoes would get muddy.

She only wanted to see her mother soon, so she combed her hair well before meeting her
mother, combed her hair, and inserted a hairpin.

Unexpectedly, she pulled the mud off her shoes.

She didn’t leave a good impression on her mother. She would notice it. It was her fault.

The mother frowned and gave Yiyu a pair of shoes that were originally made for Mingyu.
Since Mingyu died and they were no longer needed, she gave them to Yiyu and asked her to
change them.

Yiyu changed them obediently.

She did not miss the disgusted look on her mother's face, but she hoped that the gesture of
asking her to change shoes was a concern, so

she took it as concern. She did not take it to heart.

But she was interrupted by her eldest brother who was dressed in a moon-white shirt.

He stopped Yiyu from talking and motioned her to look forward.

Yiyu was confused and looked up, just in time to see her mother's discomfort and
annoyance.

The eldest brother disliked this country sister, but he could not show his dislike openly,
because that would be ungentlemanly.

He suppressed his impatience and reluctantly said to her: "Don't call me mother at home."

Yiyu did not understand.

She knew she was insignificant, even fearing that her eldest brother, because she'd been in
Hangzhou all year, had forgotten her identity, forgotten who she was, forgotten that she was
his sister. He carefully reminded her,

"Brother, I'm Mother's biological daughter, named Yiyu. Can't I call her that?"

But her eldest brother's expression changed, and he took the opportunity to distance himself
from her, as if afraid of contaminating her with something dirty. He murmured,

"You know, Mingyu just passed away not long ago. Mother doesn't want to hear any girl call
her by that name anymore; it might bring back sad memories."

"Besides, who cares about biological or not?"

"Mingyu was raised by Mother since she was little. In terms of closeness, I'm saying
something you shouldn't hear: she's closer than you. You grew up in the countryside, how
can you be so ignorant of etiquette? You should learn from Mingyu and be more sensible."
Yiyu's breath caught in her throat.

She wanted to say she didn't mean to emphasize "biological," but faced with the tense
atmosphere, she could only remain silent to prevent the situation from escalating.

Yes, in terms of closeness, she was sent to her maternal grandparents' home in Hangzhou
at a young age, so naturally she couldn't compare to Mingyu, who had been with her mother
since

childhood. Even though she was a biological child, Mingyu wasn't.

Mingyu was Yiyu's older half-sister, raised with all their resources and infused with the full
love of their mother and father.
She was bright and bright, with remarkable abilities, bringing her parents great honor. Even
in the powerful Xue family, she was able to handle things with ease, making her husband
and her in-laws completely submissive and treating her like a treasure.

Yiyu, on the other hand, was sent to Hangzhou at a young age and had little connection with
her parents. She was self-conscious and dull, a virtual invisible person.

They were two completely different extremes.

Now Mingyu is dead, and Yiyu is by her side.

How could the Huai family accept this?

Their mother, Mei, was fine, willing to come out to show her face.

But their father, Huaiji, simply refused to show up, citing his busy official duties as an excuse.

Yiyu entered the mansion, taking small steps. Every servant who saw her sighed, "How
could such a timid person compare to the eldest daughter, Mingyu?"

Not to mention her parents, who could directly sense the disparity and whose interests were
directly tied together.

It didn't matter; it was her fault for not considering it carefully.

Yiyu was used to it.

She loosened her clenched hands, nodded, and thanked him profusely, "It was my little
sister... it was Yiyu who offended me."

Her eldest brother stared at her, who had no temper and only knew how to agree, for a long
moment, his mind wandering slightly.

Finally, he sighed and stopped looking at her.

Too petty, too careful to please.

How could she compare to Mingyu?

He looked down on her, let alone General Xue, who was so loyal to love that he only wanted
one confidant and wouldn't even take a concubine.

He was also his brother-in-law, Mingyu's husband.

For all these years, Mingyu had been the only one who had ever entered his heart.

Unfortunately, now there was no other option but to marry this unpresentable sister off. Yiyu
is now old enough to get married, otherwise the Huai family's parents wouldn't have
considered bringing her back home. Her marriage was finalized quickly, or rather, the Huai
family's parents had already prepared everything else, just waiting for Yiyu to return for the
wedding.

After a brief notice, Mei was no longer willing to continue the discussion with her and left the
house with her maid, Zhang Mama. There was nothing she could do. The more she looked
at her daughter, the more she sighed, and the more she thought of Mingyu, who had been
raised by her side since childhood. Although Mingyu was not her biological daughter, she
was filial and intelligent, much better than Yiyu in every way. She also made her proud. But
her biological daughter was obedient in everything, could not speak, and was a complete
petty and taciturn person. If she told others about her, she would be laughed at. Well, with
this kind of personality, she probably wouldn't cause trouble. If she could stay at home
quietly in the Xue family, she could barely get by. Mei strode away, leaving Yiyu alone in the
small courtyard that the Huai family had prepared. The man she was to marry was Yi Yu's
brother-in-law, Xue Ming. Xue Ming... At twenty-five, Xue Ming was a renowned general with
distinguished military achievements and immense power. Despite his fame, his physique
wasn't the broad-waisted, traditional military commander's, but rather a well-proportioned
figure, like a pine or bamboo. His good looks were so striking that the operas in the theaters
of the Qing Dynasty (Wushe) adapted numerous romantic stories into his lifelong romances.
His only flaw was that on the battlefield, he was a terrifyingly ferocious figure to his enemies,
earning him the nickname "Yan Luo," a veritable killing god, a fearsome figure. However, this
didn't affect his choice of mate. He loved his wife and children like precious treasures. Such
an accomplished and handsome man was completely different from the romantic dramas
that the theaters had woven for him. He was a fiercely devoted man, devoting his entire life
to his wife and refusing to take concubines or maids, a remarkable figure in an age where
everyone buys concubines. As for the woman he truly loved... it was Yi Yu's deceased elder
sister, Huai Mingyu. Anyone worthy of Xue Ming must be excellent. Yiyu envied their
friendship and wished them well. But now that her elder sister had passed away, Yiyu was
told that she, a timid and untalented girl, would have to marry the proud son of heaven, Xue
Ming, as his second wife. Yiyu's expression softened.

She wouldn't harbor any illusions about anyone insignificant, even if he was handsome. But
Xue Ming was different.

He was one of the few people who had shown kindness to Yi Yu.

Once, when she was huddled in the small courtyard, pushed into the water and suffering a
high fever, he stood up for her, saving her life.

He was a good man.

To Yi Yu, he was like a deity or Buddha statue, not some killer deity.

And now, he wanted her to marry the inviolable "Buddha."

That was the reason for her panic.

It was getting late, and the candles were lit.

heavens blessing her?

Her mother had taken her home, giving her delicate new embroidered shoes. Her brother,
the kindhearted woman who had helped her in her childhood, was marrying her, proving that
she wouldn't marry someone she didn't know, and that she wouldn't have to endure the
bitterness of the rest of her life.

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.

In November, Yi Yu got married.

Weddings should be joyous occasions, but Yiyu's was a quiet affair.

Besides reminding people of her elder sister Mingyu, the most significant issue was that
Yiyu's groom, Xue Ming, didn't show up.

Weddings are complex and require many steps.

But Xue Ming never showed up from beginning to end, not even in the capital, demonstrating
his disdain and dislike for the marriage.

Naturally, Xue Ming resisted the marriage.

Unfortunately, in today's world, gratitude and parents are paramount. The Xue and Huai
families had a close relationship, but with the Huai family's patriarchal relationship, and the
pressure from Xue's parents, Xue Ming was forced to agree.

Xue Ming even refused to show up for the wedding .

Everything else was empty talk, and Yiyu was the most lamented.

For example, before her wedding, her father, Huaiji, simply stared at her with a stern face,
lost in thought for a moment, then sighed.

Finally, she closed her eyes and said, "After you get married, be obedient, please

others, and don't cause trouble." Mei was a bit more polite, offering polite words, but she
wasn't enthusiastic. Instead, she was exhausted and irritated by the need to feign concern.

With the guests already arriving, the Huai family's parents breathed a sigh of relief and finally
hurried off to greet them.
The dresser, having spent the past few days with Yiyu and knowing her to be a good person,
couldn't help but complain,

"The Lord and the Queen are so partial. After all, she's their biological daughter. When Miss
Mingyu got married, they were so concerned about her well-being that they shed tears. After
all, who is the biological daughter, and who is to blame?!"

Yiyu simply smiled warmly, looking at the floor, and declared that this was already good
enough. It

was much better than when she was a child. She wasn't starving, she had food to eat, and
there were no famines or disasters. That was good enough

. After she had almost finished cleaning up, Yiyu lowered her brows and respectfully covered
herself with the veil.

Before getting into the bridal sedan, Mei watched the girl before her leave. Mingyu and Yiyu
looked so much alike that she mistook her for Mingyu.

The sight brought back uncontrollable emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes. She
instinctively reached out to grab Mingyu—

but it was Yiyu who turned back, cowering, stunned by her call.

Mei's interest faded, a wave of irritation and sadness rising. But she couldn't remain silent,
so she offered a polite remark:

"If you've been wronged, talk to me on your return."

Yiyu's eyes opened slightly.

She nodded hurriedly, then glanced down at the ground, her heart pounding.

Only then did she feel a sense of relief. She still cared about her mother, didn't she?

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Yiyu obeyed, not calling her mother, unwilling to make her mother sad.

Mei listened to her profuse thanks, her lips parted slightly, and finally, a frown fell

on her face, as she left. She wasn't presentable, not even close to Ming'er...

Never mind, she wasn't Mingyu.

As she stepped onto the swaying sedan chair, the gossip of passers-by entered her ears:
"Tsk tsk tsk, the Huai family has really fallen on hard times. When they married Huai Mingyu,
the famous young lady in the capital, the wedding was decorated with a lavish ceremony that
stretched for ten miles. Now... this display is so petty."

"After all, she's just a second wife, why would they need so much display? No matter how
poor the Huai family is, they still have some financial resources. It's just that they don't value
this daughter who grew up in the countryside."

"What's even more lamentable is that the groom didn't even go back to the capital, and
married her off in such a miserable state."

"It's nothing like when he married Mingyu, the eldest daughter of the Huai family. There was
such a display, with a lavish ceremony that stretched for ten miles. General Xue even used
his military merits to ask the emperor to support his wife, and he used people in the palace
to arrange the wedding. Princes and generals were the ones coming and going, and there
were many carriages and horses. Even the money given at the gate was all in silver notes. A
little boy took out enough for the eunuchs to eat in Tokyo for a month. Tsk tsk."

These words were really mocking, not to mention a girl like Yi Yu who had just reached the
age of marriage.

But Yiyu was very calm, even completely unaffected, like a dull person.

She was used to this kind of neglect when she was a girl.

It didn't matter, she had no expectations of Xue Ming, but only gratitude for the kindness he
showed her when they were young.

She could understand Xue Ming's resentment and dissatisfaction, and his resistance to
marriage -
she knew that she was of low status and lowly, and even she despised herself, let alone the
high and mighty Xue Ming, the great general.

Marrying her would be wronging him.