When Xiao Jiuan woke up again, it was already the next morning.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Song Wanqing lying beside the bed.
The little girl seemed to be exhausted and was sleeping soundly. The veil on her face had long been taken off, and there were a few marks around her eyes, which made her look a little cute.
Xiao Jiuan felt that Song Wanqing looked like he was fifteen or sixteen.
"My lord, you finally..." Lin Dao didn't sleep all night.
"Shh!" Xiao Jiuan glanced at Song Wanqing.
Lin Dao lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, Miss Wanqing stayed with you all night. She couldn't hold on any longer before burning incense, so she fell asleep."
Xiao Jiuan nodded and waved his hand, signaling Lin Dao to leave.
Soon, only Xiao Jiuan and Song Wanqing were left in the room.
Song Wanqing was sleeping soundly, but it didn't seem to be stable. At this moment, her little brows were furrowed tightly, as if she had dreamed of something bad.
Xiao Jiuan observed for a long time, but did not see Song Wan Qingshu raising his brows.
How many worries does this girl have at such a young age?
He couldn't imagine it and didn't understand it, but he always felt that Song Wanqing shouldn't be like this, but should be as carefree as her mother.
Xiao Jiuan didn't remember much about Shen Yue, but he knew that it was the light that illuminated him in his darkest days.
The last time he saw Shen Yue, Shen Yue should have been pregnant with Song Wanqing.
Xiao Jiuan was only seven or eight years old at that time. He carefully put his hand on Shen Yue's belly, and then was kicked by the little girl inside.
Thinking of this, Xiao Jiuan's lips unconsciously raised a smile.
At this moment, Song Wanqing woke up, "No, don't kill me!"
The smile on Xiao Jiuan's face froze, "Are you having a nightmare?"
"How do you feel, Your Majesty?" The emotion on Song Wanqing's face disappeared almost instantly, as if it had been washed away. She lowered her head, avoiding Xiao Jiuan's gaze, and felt for his pulse.
A light suddenly lit up in her eyes, "Congratulations, Ninth Prince, the poison in your body is almost gone."
Are you happy?
Xiao Jiu'an laughed heartily, but had no reaction to Song Wanqing's words. He just asked symbolically, "Really?"
"Of course." Song Wanqing nodded vigorously, "One more dose of medicine might be able to cure everything."
Xiao Jiuan asked thoughtfully, "How long will this king be in coma for this last time?"
"..." Song Wanqing was speechless, "I can't say for sure."
"I would like to remind you that it is best not to mention this matter to anyone until you are completely detoxified."
Song Wanqing immediately became serious and said, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
"Well, I've been out all night, let's go back." Xiao Jiuan saw the guest off directly.
"Ninth Prince..." Song Wanqing glanced at him quickly, as if he was hesitant to speak.
Xiao Jiuan understood, "So, every time you send me medicine, is it when you ask for something from me?"
"Of course not." Song Wanqing quickly shook her head, "It's just...if there is no antidote, Wanqing doesn't dare to expect the Ninth Prince to help."
"..." Xiao Jiu'an: Why don't you order him? After all, he is holding a grudge!
"Say it."
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Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the day of great joy for Xiao Yi and Song Zhiqiu.
The Ding'an Marquis' Mansion was bustling with activity, and the ostentation in the whole house was no different from the wedding of a legitimate daughter.
A fiery red carpet was laid from the Marquis's Mansion to the Prince of Chu's Mansion. Song Zhiqiu's dowry alone filled the yard.
Early in the morning, Chen Qinglian came to Jingqing Pavilion.
"Qing'er, are you satisfied with the new clothes you delivered yesterday?"
"Thank you, mother." Song Wanqing had already put it on. She was tall, fair-skinned, and looked very playful and pretty in her peach-pink clothes.
Chen Qinglian reluctantly twitched her lips. This pink color was the hardest to wear, but she didn't expect that Song Wanqing could wear it so well.
"How's your face?" She asked again with concern.
During this period, Chen Qinglian would look at Song Wanqing's face almost every three to five days.
"It's still the same." Song Wanqing still took off her veil obediently, but the injuries on her face didn't get better at all, and even looked more and more serious.
Chen Qinglian sighed softly, and while gently touching Song Wanqing's face, she said regretfully, "It's such a pity. If my Qing'er had put on this dress in the past, she would have been inferior to Zhiqiu, the bride. .”
"What mother said is absolutely true," Song Wanqing smiled lightly, "Qing'er will definitely cure this face."
"..." Chen Qinglian was speechless.
But she knew in her heart that Song Wanqing's face had been ruined, and she would never be as ugly as Song Zhiqiu in the future.
"Mom, I don't know what happened to my sister's preparations," Song Wanqing suggested, "Let's go over and take a look."
"Okay." Chen Qinglian agreed with a smile.
The group of people went to Luoxia Garden together.
Along the way, rows of red boxes are dizzying.
Chen Yu counted sixty-four, which was the standard for a legitimate daughter to get married, and to become a legitimate wife.
She couldn't help but be a little anxious. Who didn't know how much money the Hou Mansion had and how much Luoxiayuan could produce? Now, most of these dowries must have been left by the ex-wife to her young lady.
The madam and the second young lady are so shameless!
Song Wanqing naturally saw the dowry and smiled, "My sister is so grand. People who don't know it would think I am getting married today."
"When Qing'er gets married," Chen Qinglian said falsely, "Mom will give you another ten cents."
"Then thank mother first." Song Wanqing looked cute.
When they entered Luoxia Garden, they saw that Song Zhiqiu was fully dressed and ready to put on makeup.
Song Wanqing stepped forward with envious eyes and touched Song Zhiqiu's face, "It's so fair and delicate."
"Brother Yi likes my skin the most." Song Zhiqiu looked proud, "Dongrong, hurry up, help me apply some makeup. The whiter the better."
However, a moment later, Dongrong suddenly screamed, "Miss's face..."
Seeing himself in the bronze mirror, Song Zhiqiu also screamed in fright, "Ahhhh..."
"What's wrong with your face?" Chen Qinglian immediately stepped forward to check.
I saw some small wounds on Song Zhiqiu's face, which were so bloody that even makeup couldn't cover them up.
She glanced at Song Wanqing subconsciously and felt that the injury was very similar to Song Wanqing's.
"What should I do?" Song Zhiqiu cried helplessly, "Mom, what should I do? I can't marry Brother Yi like this."
Chen Qinglian wanted to check it carefully, but stopped when her hand almost touched Song Zhiqiu.
"Why don't you call the doctor here right away?" She ordered Dong Rong in a deep voice.
"Yes." Dong Rong quickly got up and ran out.
"Mom, why don't you let me show it to my sister?" Song Wanqing, who was standing aside, spoke slowly.
"No need." Chen Qinglian looked wary.
Soon, the doctor came and checked Song Zhiqiu immediately, "Go back to Madam, I'm afraid the second lady's face is poisoned, it's a bit of cinnabar."
"Cinnabar?" Chen Qinglian glanced at her hands, "That's impossible, I've never touched her face."
As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that she had said the wrong thing in a hurry, and quickly glanced at Song Wanqing.
Song Wanqing spoke slowly, "If you apply cinnabar, the wound will continue to fester and bleed, just like applying cinnabar on the skin. But if there is no wound, the poison will be useless."
"It's your fault!" Song Zhiqiu thought of something and stood up suddenly!
