Song Wanqing stayed at Prince Zhan's Mansion until the afternoon and had no intention of leaving.
She didn't bother Xiao Jiu'an. She held the account book and studied it on the stone table in the garden.
Xiao Jiu'an was in the study, and through the open window next to him, he could just see the girl scratching her ears and cheeks, and beating her chest and feet.
Needless to say, it is still a scenery.
The little girl's face is almost healed, but there is still a light pink whip mark.
She was wearing a lake green dress, with a flower tied on her head. She looked salivating, and it was actually more fresh and delicate than the flowers in the garden.
"Your Majesty, Miss Wanqing is probably in trouble." Lin Dao, the master, had obviously changed his attitude towards Song Wanqing.
Xiao Jiuan looked over and motioned for him to continue.
"I think she has been looking at the account books these past few days, flipping them over and over." Lin Dao cautiously asked, "My lord, do you want to go take a look?"
Xiao Jiuan put down the book in his hand.
Lin Dao felt happy and immediately pushed the person to the garden.
"Miss, the Ninth Prince is here." Chen Yu quickly reminded softly.
At this time, Song Wanqing was lying on the stone table. After hearing this, he immediately stood up and said respectfully, "Nine Princes!"
Xiao Jiuan was pushed closer. He picked up the account book on the table and glanced at it a few times.
"Ninth Prince, have I disturbed you for too long today?" Song Wanqing was a little embarrassed, "I'll leave right away."
Xiao Jiuan looked at her, "Does this account book belong to the shop under your name?"
"Yes, but after my mother passed away, the store has been managed by Chen Qinglian," Song Wanqing said seriously, "I want to take it back now and manage it myself."
"Can you understand?" Xiao Jiu'an put down the account book and asked.
"Part of it." Facing Xiao Jiuan, Song Wanqing looked more like a good student, "I studied a little on my own and also learned a little from others."
She tapped her forehead gently with her long index finger, "A little east, a little west, take your time."
Xiao Jiu'an twitched the corner of his lips slightly, folded a few pages in the account book just now, and said like an old scholar, "What you learn is what you earn."
"Thank you, Ninth Prince." Song Wanqing's eyes lit up. She knew that there was definitely something wrong with Xiao Jiuan folding those pages.
She was filled with gratitude and bowed to him repeatedly, "Then, Ninth Prince, I will go back first, and I won't bother you again tomorrow."
She picked up the account book that Xiao Jiuan had read, let Chen Yu hold the others, and left happily.
Xiao Jiuan frowned, "Why do I think she is staying in the garden just to dig holes for me?"
"How is it possible?" Lin Dao opened his eyes and told lies, "No one dares to dig a hole for the prince, it's impossible!"
After getting on the carriage, Song Wanqing couldn't wait, and quickly looked at the pages of accounts, but she couldn't see the problem yet, but it didn't matter, she had a target, and she wasn't afraid that she wouldn't be able to capture it.
"Miss, the Ninth Prince is actually a very nice person." Chen Yu couldn't help but praise, "He actually took the initiative to help us today."
Song Wanqing curled her lips, "He thinks we are annoying and is anxious to drive us away."
Fortunately, for the sake of treating his leg and for the sake of his prince's prestige, he couldn't directly drive them away.
Song Wanqing was secretly happy. After all, she was a powerless little girl, so the shameless trick was the easiest to use.
But she didn't expect that when she returned to the Hou Mansion, she would see even more shameless people.
Song Zhiqiu had already gone back, but Xiao Yi was waiting for her in Jingqing Pavilion.
"His Royal Highness the King of Chu," Song Wanqing was really annoyed, "What I want to say was made very clear this morning..."
"Qing'er, I'm not here to talk about our relationship." Xiao Yi looked very serious.
Song Wanqing frowned, then changed her mind and invited the person into the main hall.
"What does King Chu want to say?"
"Qing'er, this is the last time I ask you," Xiao Yi looked solemn, "Do you really not care about the position of Princess Chu?"
Song Wanqing really thought he was baffled and sneered as an answer.
"Very good." Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and was not surprised by the answer. "It seems that mother is right. You are indeed not the Qing'er you used to be."
He still couldn't accept it, "Qing'er, can you tell me that it was because of the fire?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing said firmly, "Song Wanqing died in the fire in the past. If King Chu has nothing else to do, please come back."
"Have you ever thought about your grandfather?" Xiao Yi suddenly mentioned the old Chinese doctor.
Song Wanqing's face turned cold, "What does King Chu mean by this? Threaten me? Do you want to hurt my grandfather?"
Her voice sounded calm, but the hands at her sides were clenched into fists.
It was impossible for her not to be afraid.
"Qing'er, I just want to tell you that some things are not as simple as you think," Xiao Yi said with a serious tone, "Just like this Princess Chu, you should understand the meaning of it or not."
He was a little excited, "I'll ask you again..."
"I will never marry into the Chu Palace!" Song Wanqing interrupted Xiao Yi, leaving no room for herself.
Xiao Yi found it incredible, "Qing'er, as the third prince and as the King of Chu, I promise you that as long as you become the Princess of Chu, you will be the only mistress in the palace, whether it is Zhiqiu or others, He who serves you.”
"Although I can't be with you forever, I can promise that Princess Chu will always be just you."
Song Wanqing smiled. For the first time, she realized that Xiao Yi talked so much.
"Your Highness King Chu, there is no need to waste your efforts. I will not change my mind. Please come back, Your Majesty!"
"Why exactly?" Xiao Yi couldn't help shouting, "Does this king make you so disgusted and disgusted?"
He gritted his teeth, "You would rather fawn over a crippled king who has broken his legs than marry me as his wife. Song Wanqing, do you know what you are doing?"
"His Royal Highness King Chu, do you know what you are talking about?" Song Wanqing really laughed angrily, "The War King of Dayong Kingdom, in your eyes, is just a crippled king with broken legs?"
"Hahaha..." She laughed and shook her head, "Do you dare to say this in front of the Ninth Prince?"
"So what if I say it?" Xiao Yi stared, "The Nine Emperors Uncle is already history, and history is destined to be forgotten. I am the future of Dayong."
"It's so funny." Song Wanqing smiled so hard that she couldn't stand up straight, "Your Highness, King Chu, you are really confident."
"You are right, history may be forgotten, but the premise is that the future you create can surpass history. Do you know what the Ninth Prince's record is?"
"You want to surpass him? There is only one possibility, that is, one day, you can conquer the world and become the only emperor!"
Song Wanqing pointed in the direction of the door, "His Royal Highness King Chu, please leave as soon as possible with your rebellious words. My little Jingqing Pavilion cannot accommodate you, the emperor of the world."
"Song Wanqing!" Xiao Yi was furious, "You chose this yourself, don't blame me for being cruel!"
