The next day was the day when Song Zhiqiu and Xiao Yi returned home.
Song Wan prepared to go to Prince Zhan's Mansion early in the morning, not wanting to meet two annoying people.
She told Chen Yu to bring two account books, planning to stay at Xiao Jiu'an's place for the whole day and get some delicious snacks.
Unexpectedly, I met them at the gate of the Hou Mansion.
"Sister, do you want to go out so early?" Song Zhiqiu, still wearing a veil, greeted her with a smile.
"Yeah, I originally wanted to avoid the people I didn't want to see, but I didn't expect..." Song Wanqing shook her head, "It's really unlucky this morning!"
This is no longer a yin and yang thing, but a direct insult.
Song Zhiqiu gritted his teeth in hatred, but still maintained a smile on his face, "Do you not want to see me, or do you not want to see us come back together?"
Xiao Yi was standing not far behind her.
"Song Wanqing, so what if you robbed me of my dowry?" Song Zhiqiu took a step closer and said proudly, "What if you ruined my face?"
She looked proud and happy, "Brother Yi still loves me very much. He personally accompanied me home and brought generous gifts."
"Really?" Song Wanqing smiled, "I wonder if he is still in love enough to consummate the marriage with an ugly monster like you after three days of marriage?"
"..." Song Zhiqiu's face turned pale instantly.
She was so filled with hatred that she said, "It's not that Brother Yi refuses to consummate the marriage with me, it's me. I want to wait until my face heals and give Brother Yi and I a wonderful wedding night."
"Really?" Song Wanqing shrugged, "Just believe it yourself and be happy."
She patted Song Zhiqiu's shoulder comfortingly and walked out happily.
Song Zhiqiu almost tore off the handkerchief in his hand, stamped his feet, and strode towards Luoxia Garden.
It has been three days, and the cinnabar on her face has not dissipated at all. Is she really disfigured?
"Qing'er, wait a minute!"
Before Song Wanqing got on the carriage, she was stopped by Xiao Yi again.
She rolled her eyes several times in her mind, feeling that Xiao Yi and Song Zhiqiu were really a match made in heaven, and they were equally annoying.
She turned around and looked over impatiently, "Does His Highness King Chu have any orders?"
"Qing'er, why do you have this attitude towards me?" Xiao Yi looked very aggrieved, "I don't want to marry Zhiqiu either, you should understand."
"Haha..." Song Wanqing smiled but said nothing.
"Qing'er, I will always reserve Princess Chu's position for you." Xiao Yi stretched out his hand to catch Song Wanqing, but was dodged.
He smiled awkwardly, "I haven't consummated my marriage with Zhiqiu yet. My first time... I want to leave it to you, the only Prince Chu's Mansion in my heart."
Song Wanqing almost vomited, did he really think of her as a fool?
She couldn't help but raised her voice and asked, "Then at the Princess Mansion, couldn't it be possible that King Chu couldn't do it and that the matter couldn't be done at all?"
"..." Xiao Yi blushed instantly and lowered his voice, "That time doesn't count. It was Song Zhiqiu who threw himself into his arms. Qing'er, any normal man would have made a mistake in that situation."
He went to find Song Wanqing again, "Qing'er, believe me, I am sincere to you."
"That's enough, this time it's Song Zhiqiu, next time it might be Li Zhiqiu or Wang Zhiqiu," Song Wanqing avoided again, "How many more times are you going to make mistakes? Your sincerity is meaner than the grass on the roadside, and it's not suitable for me."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and got into the carriage, leaving Xiao Yi with a chic back view.
"She seems to be completely different." Xiao Yi looked at the carriage going away, squinted his eyes, and then walked towards the Hou Mansion.
In Luoxia Garden, Song Zhiqiu took off her veil and burst into tears, "Mother, what should I do? My face..."
"Zhiqiu, please don't worry. Didn't Xiao Yi ask the palace doctor to take a look at you?" Chen Qinglian also looked worried.
The doctor in the Hou Mansion clearly said that the poison of cinnabar would completely dissipate in three to five days, but why didn't Song Zhiqiu's face look better at all?
"No." Song Zhiqiu shook his head, "Brother Yi doesn't want too many people to know that my face looks like this."
"Then you haven't gone to see the Queen yet?"
Song Zhiqiu nodded, "Brother Yi sent someone to deliver a message, saying that I was infected with the cold and that I would go to see the Queen in a few days."
"That's fine." Chen Qinglian immediately called for the doctor from the Hou Mansion to check Song Zhiqiu again.
When Xiao Yi came in, she called her aside and said, "Song Wanqing can't stay here anymore."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Yi didn't quite understand.
Chen Qinglian lowered her voice, "Obviously, she already knows our intentions, and she has started to oppose us everywhere. When the old Chinese doctor comes back, she will probably settle old scores with us."
There was a chill in her eyes, "Rather than waiting for another enemy in the future, it's better to kill them and keep them out of sight."
Xiao Yi's eyes widened in shock, "You...you want to kill Song Wanqing?"
Chen Qinglian nodded and immediately added, "This is also what Concubine Jing meant."
Xiao Yi was silent for a while, then hesitantly said, "I don't think so. If the old Chinese doctor comes back and finds that his most beloved granddaughter is dead..."
"The worst case scenario is that the old guy won't be able to come back." Chen Qinglian looked at Xiao Yi, "King Chu, now is not the time to be soft-hearted. It's obvious that the old Chinese doctor can't be used by us. Do we have to watch him side with King Chen?"
Xiao Yi was silent again.
Chen Qinglian waited for a while and said impatiently, "King Chu, there is nothing to hesitate about."
"Mother, I will arrange this matter." Xiao Yi raised his head and said in an unquestionable tone, "You don't have to worry about it anymore."
Chen Qinglian nodded, "Please don't take too long, King Chu."
The doctor finished checking Song Zhiqiu, "It's strange, the one Miss Zhiqiu got is indeed cinnabar, but it's different from ordinary cinnabar."
"Mother..." Song Zhiqiu burst into tears.
"Is there an antidote?" Chen Qinglian asked directly.
"This...I'm sorry that I can't do anything. If it's ordinary cinnabar, I have the antidote, but the cinnabar on Miss Zhiqiu's face..."
"Does my Zhiqiu really want to be like this for the rest of her life?"
"No, no!" The doctor shook his head, "It's just that I'm not sure when the poison will dissipate on its own. It's only ten days and a half, maybe... it could be a year and a half."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Song Zhiqiu burst into tears instantly, "Mother, brother Yi, I don't want to be an ugly monster, I don't want to be an ugly monster."
She grabbed Chen Qinglian's arm and said, "Mother, go find Song Wanqing and force her to hand over the antidote."
"No, we can't trust Song Wanqing now." Chen Qinglian didn't dare to take risks, "If she does anything again, Zhiqiu, you may be completely disfigured."
She comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I will send someone to send a letter to your aunt in the next few days and ask her to help find a solution."
Song Zhiqiu could only accept it temporarily.
She looked at Xiao Yi pitifully, "Brother Yi, you don't dislike me, do you?"
"Don't say stupid things." Xiao Yi said perfunctorily, but he always thought about killing Song Wanqing.
