When Song Wanqing opened her eyes, it was already bright, and she felt like she was still in a dream.
After she came to her senses, she realized that she was not in Jingqing Pavilion, but lying beside the bed was a strangely dressed woman.
She immediately cowered in the corner in fear.
The woman was awakened, raised her head, and said warmly, "Little miss, are you awake?"
Song Wanqing's eyes widened in shock.
The woman was dressed in plain clothes, with no makeup on her face, her hair was simply tied on top of her head, and there was no decoration around her body.
Song Wanqing knew her. She was Biyun, the maid beside her mother Shen Yue.
But Biyun was killed by Song Qingshan a long time ago, and she and Shen Yue cried about it for a long time.
How could she see someone who was already dead?
Could it be that she...is already dead?
"Don't be afraid, young lady, it's me, Aunt Yun," Biyun stretched out her hand tentatively, "I'm not dead. It was the Ninth Prince who saved me back then."
Aunt Yun is not dead?
Song Wanqing almost rushed over, hugged Biyun, and cried loudly.
Everything about last night was still vivid in my mind, and all the fear and grievances were poured out at this moment.
Aunt Yun is almost the same as her mother.
As a harem doctor, Shen Yue was away from the Hou Mansion most of the time. It was Aunt Yun who held the little Song Wanqing, coaxing her and playing with her.
She never thought she would see Aunt Yun again, let alone this time.
"Good boy, it's okay, it's okay." Biyun patted Song Wanqing's back, her eyes red and red because of the distress, "Little miss, you did a very good job, if your mother was here, she would do the same praise you."
Song Wanqing's whole body was shaking, "But...I...I killed someone."
"If you don't kill him, he will kill you." Biyun's voice couldn't help but choke, "Little miss, this is the most real side of the imperial capital."
Song Wanqing naturally knew, but when facing this for the first time, she still couldn't control her fear.
"Little miss, I have taken care of all your injuries. Please be careful not to touch the water in the near future. Don't leave scars on girls."
Biyun naturally learned a lot of medical skills from Shen Yue. She touched Song Wanqing's face in fear, "Fortunately, your face is fine."
Song Wanqing twitched her lips, "Aunt Yun, what happened? You said... it was the Ninth Prince who saved you?"
"Yes, when I was in the Hou Mansion, I fainted and was thrown into a mass grave. It was the Ninth Prince's people who took me back." Biyun looked grateful.
Song Wanqing frowned, "But... why did he save you?"
It was difficult for her to associate Xiao Jiuan with saving people.
"Don't you know?" Biyun was slightly surprised. Just as she was about to say something, she heard a knock on the door from outside.
"Aunt Yun, is Miss Wanqing awake?" It was Lin Dao's voice, "Our prince has come to see her."
Biyun looked happy and immediately stood up and opened the door, "Little miss, please wake up. Ninth Prince, please come in."
Lin Dao pushed Xiao Jiuan into the room, and then went outside to wait with Biyun.
Xiao Jiuan raised his eyes and saw that Song Wanqing hugged him and shrank into the corner again. At this time, there was an unconcealable timidity in his eyes.
He wheeled his wheelchair forward and asked in a nonchalant manner, "How old are you this year?"
"Ten...seventeen." When Song Wanqing opened her mouth, her voice was still trembling.
Xiao Jiuan looked at her again. He always thought that Song Wanqing was only fifteen, but he didn't expect that Song Wanqing was already seventeen.
Eight years younger than him.
He spoke again, "Do you know how old I was when I killed someone for the first time?"
Song Wanqing shook his head.
"Seven years old!"
Song Wanqing's eyes widened instantly.
Seven years old?
When she was seven years old, Shen Yue was still alive. She was still a simple, happy little girl who was loved by her mother.
It was hard for her to imagine what Xiao Jiuan was like at seven years old.
"At that time, my king's mother-in-law was seriously ill and in critical condition, but those people just wanted to watch me cry and refused to find a doctor or save her."
Xiao Jiuan's voice gradually drifted away as he recalled, "I drew the guard's knife and killed one of the maids."
Song Wanqing opened her mouth in shock.
"I am a prince. No matter how unpopular I am, even if I kill a few maids, no one can do anything to me. The remaining people were immediately frightened and quickly found someone to save my mother-in-law."
Xiao Jiuan looked at Song Wanqing with deep eyes, "I have never regretted the first person I killed when I was seven years old. Song Wanqing, I ask you, if what happened last night happened again, what would you do again?"
"Kill him." Fire gradually lit up in Song Wanqing's eyes, "If I had to do it over a hundred times, I would kill him too."
Because every time she recalled it, she clearly felt the other party's determined killing intent. As long as she hesitated for a moment, she would be the one who died.
She understood what Xiao Jiuan meant and calmed down little by little.
She quickly got out of bed and knelt on the ground, "Thank you, Lord Nine, for your help. It's a great kindness. Qing'er will never forget it."
"Yesterday, it was Lin Dao who brought you back privately, and it has nothing to do with this king." Xiao Jiuan looked calmly and looked over.
The little girl only wore a white middle coat. She looked thinner and thinner, and blood could be seen faintly from the injury on her shoulder.
Song Wanqing choked and could only say, "Anyway, thank you to the Ninth Prince."
Xiao Jiu'an seemed to be just here to untie her knot. Seeing that her eyebrows finally relaxed, he turned the wheelchair and left.
Song Wanqing put on her clothes and sent him out. When she saw Lin Dao, she ran forward and said, "Master, thanks to the left-handed sword you taught me last night, you saved my disciple's life."
When she started to learn kung fu from Rintao, her right hand was injured by a vine whip. Rintao suggested that she learn the left-handed sword, saying that the left-hand sword was the most unexpected and a good move to save her life.
"Miss Wanqing, the sword in her left hand is actually the king..."
"Ahem!" Xiao Jiuan suddenly coughed twice.
Lin Dao's words were interrupted. He glanced at Xiao Jiu'an, then turned to Song Wanqing and continued, "It's nothing, as long as it's useful."
"Little miss," Biyun asked from the side, "What are your plans?"
Song Wanqing nodded, "I'll go back in a while."
"Go back?" Biyun looked worried, "Although the killer belongs to King Chu, he is closely related to the Hou Mansion. If you go back..."
"It's not the time to leave yet." Song Wanqing said firmly, and then asked Biyun, "Aunt Yun, do you want to go back with me?"
Biyun shook her head, "Miss, I live in Qingyin Temple now. If you want to find me, you can send someone to send a message."
"Okay." Song Wanqing nodded without forcing anything.
She knew that Aunt Yun had not shown up for so many years, so she naturally had her own life.
"Ninth Prince," Biyun looked at Xiao Jiu'an respectfully, "Thank you for letting me come today. If there is nothing else, I will go back to the temple first."
Xiao Jiuan nodded.
Not long after Biyun left, Chen Yu came.
It turned out that Xiao Jiuan's people left a note in Jingqing Pavilion, asking Chen Yu to come and pick up Song Wanqing early in the morning.
"Miss, it's not good!" the little girl was trembling as she spoke, "The Marquis and his wife suddenly came to Jingqing Pavilion this morning. Seeing that you were not here, they lost their temper."
