It was a cool night in early spring, the moonlight was like a flower, and the Zhan Prince's Mansion was silent without a single sound.
Xiao Jiuan was waiting outside with a thin blanket covering his legs.
"My lord," Lin Dao accompanied him, "I have to say that this girl Wanqing is really domineering today. It's true that rabbits can bite people when they are anxious. She is not even afraid of the eldest princess."
"Rabbit?" Xiao Jiuan chuckled, "Do you think she is a rabbit?"
Lin Dao frowned, "Isn't it? He's not very old and looks soft and weak. Except for being a bit fierce, he's just like a little rabbit."
Xiao Jiuan shook his head, and the smile on his lips became thicker.
Just as Lin Dao was about to ask further questions, he saw Chen Yu come out.
"Ninth Prince, please come in, our lady!" The little girl behaved herself, with a hint of fear on her round face.
Lin Dao pushed Xiao Jiuan into the room and left wisely.
After closing the door, he turned around and saw Shen Yu's timid eyes. He did not step forward and stood in the corridor holding the knife.
In the room, Song Wanqing stood up and knelt down, "I would like to thank the Ninth Prince for what happened today."
"No need to kneel." Xiao Jiu'an's silver bone fan gently raised the little girl's arm and sounded slightly cold.
The Bin Qing Powder in Song Wanqing's body has been relieved, but her face is still slightly red, and her eyes are also red, and she looks like she has just cried.
This aggrieved look does look like a little white rabbit.
Xiao Jiuan lowered his head, hiding the smile on his lips.
"Thank you, Ninth Prince." Song Wanqing sat back at the table.
"Brother Imperial has remarried," Xiao Jiuan said about what happened after Song Wanqing left. "Soon, Song Zhiqiu will be carried into the Prince of Chu's palace as a concubine."
"She's just a concubine?" Song Wanqing was a little surprised.
Xiao Jiuan smiled and said, "Today, the two of them have lost such a huge person in front of the emperor brother and the ladies of various houses. Do they still want to marry the matchmaker?"
"Indeed." Song Wanqing nodded. It seemed that she overestimated Xiao Yi's feelings for Song Zhiqiu.
Xiao Jiu'an continued, "Xiao Mingyue and Xiao Yi were fined one year's salary and had to live in isolation for a month, but your stepmother was not involved in anything."
Chen Qinglian is obviously more skilled than Xiao Mingyue and others.
Song Wanqing curled his lips. After hearing these circumstances, he felt that everything since his rebirth was not in vain.
"You don't seem dissatisfied?" Xiao Jiuan has been observing Song Wanqing's reaction.
"The Ninth Prince is joking. My opposition to them is just a small thing that shakes a big tree. I am very satisfied with the successful divorce." Song Wanqing understood her situation very well.
Xiao Jiuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You are very thoughtful, you don't look like a teenage girl."
Song Wanqing smiled bitterly, of course she was no longer a teenage girl.
"What are your plans next?" Xiao Jiu'an asked with an ambiguous look, "Is it because you are so eager to cancel your marriage with Xiao Yi that you are in another relationship?"
Song Wanqing was speechless, "Don't worry, Ninth Prince, I will protect your life and heal your leg."
Xiao Jiuan laughed, and found the little girl in front of him more and more interesting.
"Ninth Prince, I'm afraid I will have to bother you all night." Song Wanqing understood that the Hou Mansion was waiting for her to go back to settle accounts.
But she was too tired today. Fuqingsan was not an ordinary medicine. Chen Qinglian and others really killed her.
And after that, they will only get worse.
"Whatever." Xiao Jiu'an turned around in his wheelchair and left, "This prince's mansion is quite big enough. You can stay there as long as you want."
Song Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiao Jiuan didn't chase him away. It seemed that as long as he could heal his leg, he would still be his trump card.
Not long after Xiao Jiuan returned to his room, someone from outside came in and announced that the Marquis of Ding'an had personally come to take Song Wanqing back.
Xiao Jiuan didn't even raise his eyelids, "Tell them that Miss Wanqing has left long ago."
"yes."
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Song Qingshan was rejected by no one and lost his temper when he went back.
"Master Hou, calm down, this Qing'er is indeed becoming more and more courageous." Chen Qinglian shook her head, "Although Xiao Jiu'an is an elder, he is not married after all. How can she ignore her innocence?"
"Mom, would the eldest sister... be interested in the Ninth Prince?" Song Zhiqiu had been crying all night, and his voice was still a little hoarse now.
"Is she worthy?" Song Qingshan couldn't help but scolded, "Who is Xiao Jiu'an? His eyes are too high. What kind of woman does he want? Would he want her to be an ugly monster with a disfigured face?"
"You can't say that." Chen Qinglian's mind turned around, "Now Xiao Jiuan is disabled after all, and he is no longer the war king he used to be."
Song Qingshan immediately became vigilant, "Hurry up and find someone to marry her to."
Even though Xiao Jiu'an is no longer the same as before, the thought of Song Wanqing marrying Xiao Jiu'an makes him feel uncomfortable all over.
"Oh, it's easy for the Marquis to say it. Qing'er doesn't even like the King of Chu." Chen Qinglian shook her head, "Where can I find a suitable husband for her?"
"Have you rebelled against her?" Song Qingshan's eyes widened, "She is not allowed to disagree with her parents' orders and the matchmaker's words."
"Then I'll do my best." Chen Qinglian agreed.
Song Qingshan left quickly.
"Mom, do I really want to be a concubine?" No matter who Song Wanqing marries, it must be the first wife. When he thinks of this, Song Zhiqiu becomes sad again.
She threw herself into Chen Qinglian's arms, "Mom, go find your aunt, go to the queen, and help Zhiqiu intercede, okay? Zhiqiu doesn't want to be a concubine."
"Silly girl, mother knows that you have been wronged." Chen Qinglian's eyes turned red with distress, "But such a big thing just happened today, and you saw it. The emperor was furious. At this time, who dares to raise objections?"
She gently touched Song Zhiqiu's hair and said, "Zhiqiu, don't worry, you can enter from the side room first. When everyone forgets what happened today, King Chu will definitely lift you upright."
"Really?" There was finally a little light in Song Zhiqiu's eyes, "But brother Yi seems to be very angry today."
"He's not angry with you, he's angry with Song Wanqing." Chen Qinglian gritted her teeth, "This Song Wanqing is really different from before. He seems to be a different person."
"Mom, do you think it is really possible for the Ninth Prince to fall in love with Song Wanqing?" Although Xiao Jiuan was disabled, in Song Zhiqiu's heart, he was always like an immortal in the sky, something that could only be encountered but not sought after.
"How is that possible?" Chen Qinglian sneered and said firmly, "Xiao Jiu'an will not get married at this time."
"Why?" Song Zhiqiu blinked in confusion.
"Mother, Xiao Zhiqiu, aren't you sad?" Chen Qinglian didn't want to say more and changed the subject, "Mother promises you that although you will marry as a concubine, your dowry will definitely be better than Song Wanqing's."
"Really?" Song Zhiqiu became happy instantly.
Chen Qinglian nodded, "Song Wanqing's mother left a lot of good things before her death. She gave them to you as a dowry. She will definitely allow you to marry into the Prince of Chu's palace with dignity. I guarantee that no one in the Prince of Chu's palace will dare to look down on you."
"That's great, I knew that Mom loves me the most." Song Zhiqiu happily hugged Chen Qinglian, and his mood finally became completely clear.
