My Husband’s Deceased Wife is Back

By 此臉不要

Chapter 4: Mistaking him for Mingyu, Yi

Yuhuo.

The steward said, "However, you don't have to assume that General Xue is difficult to deal
with. Although he appears to be a strong and aloof figure, he actually has a keen eye for
roses and is particularly sympathetic towards the weak."

"If he were at the mansion, you could tell him your suffering, and he wouldn't dwell on a dead
Merlin. Besides, it's only half the tree; he can still keep the other half, so you can just pull it
out."

"The problem is, the general won't return to the mansion at all. Even now that the marriage is
about to take place and the fighting on the border has ended, he still has enough to ask for
orders and go to the outskirts of Beijing alone to suppress bandits... Alas, if you pull up the
tree without telling him, it would be an offense to his authority, and he will definitely punish
you severely."

Yi Yu lowered her eyes.

Yes, everything was fine, and Xue Ming was a good person.

But the steward's question was—Xue Ming hated her and looked down on her, so he didn't
even return to the mansion for the wedding.

How could she find someone to tell Xue Ming about the tree pulling?

Yiyu said goodbye to the steward.

It was the second day after she entered the mansion. Winter was

scorching

Late in the morning, Yiyu donned her unassuming, blue skirt and white sleeves and headed
for the gardens alone.

She wanted to inspect the gardens.

Was there really no third method besides the two already mentioned?

Yiyu thought about trying.

After all, bullying a timid mistress was much more satisfying than bullying some other
immature maiden.

A young maid, seemingly innocent and naive, said,

"Our late wife and General Xue were deeply in love, especially this plum blossom forest at
the source. It's said that nine years ago, General Xue, so happy to have married our late
wife, planted a large plum blossom forest right in his mansion, just as a commemoration, to
make others envious."

The old woman laughed,

"Pfft, suddenly I remembered a story from a Chinese folktale about a second wife. Oh, if I
were a second wife, I wouldn't have the face to come to the plum blossom forest and act like
a vixen interfering in someone else's affairs..."

"No, even the master wouldn't like her, let alone a vixen. She's not even a vixen. She's just a
piece of wood with air, a laughingstock!"

Yiyu

, thinking it was better to mind her own business, remained silent.

What they said was the truth.

She had nothing to be angry about.

Yiyu had long since gotten over the awkward moment, numb, and quickened her pace,
stepping into the plum forest.

Xue Ming had killed three horses in his overrun.

He knew the Huai family's youngest daughter wasn't so courageous, and that it was all just a
trick.

But he and Mingyu's two children were the only living creatures Xue Ming could feel Mingyu
for.

Mingyu couldn't be harmed, and neither could the children she cared about.
Even the slightest danger was unacceptable.

Xue Ming's eyes were blinded by the wind, and his eyes, which had been bloodshot on the
battlefield not long ago, now seemed more stable in the bumpy ride.

He was tall and strong, wearing armor and with high brows, making people look up at him.
He was the wolf king who had fallen on the grassland, but still bloody.

Low pressure, high majesty.

Even the King of Hell would tremble.

Such a brutal man, yet he wanted to interrogate the most cowardly and weak Yi Yu.

Dismount -

grab a servant for questioning.

Terrified, the guard hurried to find his mother in the inner courtyard.

After getting up, his mother trembled and pointed the way to Xue Ming, saying that the two
children were safe.

Upon learning that everything was alright, Xue Ming decided not to see the child; he wanted
to see his wife first.

He went to Meilin, where his only wife was buried.

His panic faded.

The pain of his wife's death washed over him, gripping him.

The smell of blood grew stronger, the desolation heavier. He

truly looked like a demon from hell.

He still wore a long, sharp, heavy sword at his waist, even though, in his rush, he hadn't had
time to wipe it clean, it was still bloody.

His footsteps were heavy, growing heavier and heavier with each step, more and more
urgent, bringing more fear and oppression with each step. Such a terrifying

figure, with a broad chest and strong shoulders, approached Meilin. Everyone he passed
was trembling with fear, their hands trembling with shock. Especially when Xue Ming passed
by, his towering figure looming over the women who had just taunted Yi Yu, his murderous
aura emanating from him, leaving them even more transfixed than the taunting Yi Yu. Until
this hellish god of death heard the sound of a flute. Crisp and melodious, anyone who heard
it would know it was the same graceful singing voice as the young lady's. And so, the maids
looked at Xue Ming, who had just been the killer god of hell, and their hard eyes softened,
their brows softening. He raised his eyes. This was... Mingyu's flute. His mouth was pressed
into a line, and holding the heavy sword, he walked nervously, step by step, towards the flute
sound coming from the plum forest. Xue Ming paused. The woman before him was clearly
radiant, but she leaned sideways, her head lowered, and looked rather restrained— leaving
her face in his obsidian eyes. The woman bent her neck to play the flute, her right face tilted,
her eyelids drooping, her face trembling and soft. Her fingers were strong and lively, turning
the flute with familiarity, and she wore a bracelet made of hard, gray stone—standing under
the rugged and lush plum blossoms, the plum leaves pointing towards each other. Brilliant.
Xue Ming was momentarily distracted by her skill and brilliance. Then, unimpressed by her
awkwardness and frailty, he snapped back to his senses. Then, with a cold sneer, Yi Yu
heard footsteps. She set down her flute and held it firmly in her hand. It was her long-lost
flute, inscribed with the characters "Quanshi"—her nickname. Her sister had borrowed it,
promising to return it, but she had passed away. Now, she had found it here. She looked at
the man. He was tall, his face fierce and fierce, his brow thick with a sullen air, the very
image of a wolf. His face and the sword he carried were stained with blood. But that bloody,
ferocious wolf king remained noble. Handsome and powerful, he made people fear. It wasn't
fear of profanity, but fear of seeking death. He had changed. Before her sister's death, when
he had rescued her as a child, he had been a young general, tall and fierce, yet with a heart
full of roses and high spirits.
Now that his beloved sister had passed away, he had become cold, dejected, and cruel, as if
he had lost his heart and hope, a true, cold-faced killer.

Yi Yu felt a sharp pang in her heart, a sharp pain she couldn't tell if it was heartache or
something else entirely, but it wasn't the kind of pain a woman feels for a man.

The man approached her, allowing

her to get close enough to see him, his eyes right at his chest. She instinctively lowered her
head and saw a jade censer at his lean, powerful waist.

Within the censer, a stone loomed, and the outer surface was carved with jade patterns of
dragons and phoenixes, forming the shape of an incense burner.

It should have jingled, but as the man approached, it remained motionless.

Perhaps it was the man's immense martial prowess that caused this.
He approached, facing the sunlight, blocking out all the sunlight from her.

He said coldly, "Give it to me."

Yi Yu avoided his Asura-like gaze, holding only the flute.

Yi Yu paused, then handed him the flute.

Xue Ming scoffed, "This isn't something you should touch."

He frowned, carefully wiping it again and again with a handy piece of silk.

Finally, the act of picking up the flute allowed him to clearly see the woman before him.

Her eyes were like small folding fans, round and round, constantly flickering.

She seemed silent and timid, yet resilient.

Xue Ming quickly avoided Yi Yu's face.

His brows twitched slightly.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, countless ideas racing through his brain.

She looked like Ming Yu, too much so.

Especially when she lowered her brows and eyes, she bore the most resemblance to Ming
Yu, her head bowed, her thoughts cunningly calculated.

But one lowered brow signified fear, the other contemplation.

Xue Ming's attitude toward Yi Yu suddenly shifted from unfamiliarity to extreme indifference
and disgust.

A thought struck him, and he asked, "Are you the Huai family's daughter?"

Yi Yu replied, "Yes."

After receiving the definitive answer and looking at her face, Xue Ming grew wary and
disgusted with Yi Yu.

Previously, based on his understanding of his wife's younger sister Huai Yiyu's personality,
Xue Ming knew she would most likely not do anything so bold as to harm their children and
harbor ill intentions.

But now, with this face that resembled her 80% of the time, the Huai family's thoughts
changed.
Xue Ming knew clearly—

Huai Yiyu didn't have the guts to harbor ill intentions toward the Xue family, but Huai Jia did.

When they first met today, she had been so deliberately playing the flute, imitating Mingyu.

If the Huai family wanted to use Huai Yiyu's face, which was 80% similar to Mingyu's, to
deceive him and gain some benefits for the Huai family...

there would be endless trouble.

They had to be on guard.

Xue Ming returned home only after receiving the letter. He asked coldly, "I received the
letter."

Yiyu raised her eyes.

Xue Ming scoffed, "I originally thought, given your personality, that you were simply
desperate to win your husband's heart, afraid of being ignored, so you're desperately trying
all sorts of remedies."

"Now I see," he said, wiping the flute clean and looking down at Yiyu, whose head barely
reached his shoulder, "I actually underestimated you."

His commanding presence was invisible, his hoarse voice cold. Then, changing the subject,
his tone became even more stern and decisive:

"You've broken the rules. This is the first time."

Yiyu lowered her head.

He was Xue Ming; she recognized him the moment she saw him.

She hadn't considered taking the flute back. The flute she had just played was meant to
commemorate her sister.

After that, she would truly give the flute to her sister.

But Yiyu subconsciously misspoke, pausing each word: "Sorry, sorry."

She spoke faster and faster, her apology coming out with remarkable ease: "It's Yiyu's fault.
Yiyu shouldn't have done that. Yiyu accepts the punishment."

Yiyu was humble, cowering, and her attitude was low.

Even her shoulders, torso, and hands were clenched and shaking.
Xue Ming's eyes became completely clear, and he looked down at her with a frown.

They looked the same, but their postures were completely different.

His Mingyu was not like this.

Mingyu was always arrogant, proud, and strong.

She was not a humble woman.

Xue Ming did not like, nor did he bother to get too entangled with the weak.

Xue Ming went to the depths of the plum blossom forest on his own.

Yi Yu's constant apologies finally stopped.

She saw Xue Ming wipe the sword clean and put it together with the flute, to live and die
together.

She saw Xue Ming calling "Mingyu" as if it were a treasure.

She saw Xue Ming's face was calm, the powerful and unruly general, now dejected, touching
the grass and trees in the plum blossom forest with his fingers.

This look was exactly the same as the dying people who were driven to death by debt that Yi
Yu saw at her grandfather's house in Hangzhou.

Her numb eyes were like waking from a dream.

No, no,

he couldn't die.

Xue Ming saw her walking over and jogging towards him, and said coldly: "Aren't you leaving
yet?"

Yi Yu wanted to talk to him, but Xue Ming didn't want to waste time chatting with such a
sinister, humble and cowardly person.

So, he turned around and left.

Yi Yu couldn't catch up, and in the end he could only grab a corner of his robe.

Xue Ming was very strong and could break free with one step.

Yi Yu knelt down directly.

He was already extremely impatient.

"Get up."

Yi Yu didn't move, just knelt on the ground and buried his head between his legs.

To prevent future disputes, Xue Ming made it clear: "Since that's the case, I'll make it clear to
you. I can't possibly have any real marriage with you. Mingyu is my only wife. I'm telling you,
and your family, don't let your fantasies fool you."

Yiyu bowed her head on her hands, kneeling with utter humility: "Brother-in-law, I'm sorry. It's
Yiyu's fault."

"General, I know you and my elder sister are deeply in love. From now on, I won't cross the
line."

"I only ask that you, for the sake of our children, don't go with my elder sister. I ask nothing
for anything else for the rest of my life but to serve you, like mud to a tree, silently."

But Xue Ming, looking at that face that looked almost identical to Mingyu's, felt no sympathy.
Instead, impatience and resentment filled him.

Mingyu would never lower herself to a low position, let alone kneel to gain a man's affection.

Humble, dull, and indifferent.

Xue Ming easily pulled the hem of his clothes back.

What he said was so pedantic.

Xue Ming began to mock the Huai family.

Even if he stuffed someone with the same appearance into his mouth, what would it matter?
She was just a low-quality imitation. He would never accept her, let alone fall in love with her.
It was really a waste of time and effort, which made people laugh.