Before getting on the carriage, Song Wanqing looked back again.
The four golden characters of Ding'an Marquis Mansion were sonorous and powerful, full of majesty, but what was left to Song Wanqing at this time was only hatred.
She left today not to escape, but she is now too weak to fight against the Hou Mansion and the forces behind it. When she is full-fledged, she will definitely come back to seek justice.
"It's not too late to regret now." Xiao Jiuan's cold voice came from the gorgeous and luxurious carriage.
Song Wanqing looked away, coughed twice, and carefully got on the carriage.
Her body is very weak, and both the Drunken King of Hell and Qianjin Powder are very powerful poisons. Although they restrain each other and will not kill her, they will also damage her body to a certain extent. She will have to recover for a while.
"The Ninth Prince is overly worried," Song Wanqing smiled bitterly, "To me, the Ding'an Marquis Mansion is like a man-eating beast. I will never regret it."
This was her first time riding in Xiao Jiuan's carriage. The space was extremely large, and the decoration was extremely exquisite and gorgeous, highlighting the identity of the owner, but just right so that it wouldn't make people feel too conspicuous.
Song Wanqing felt that this was very similar to Xiao Jiuan's style.
Thinking carefully about today's events, Xiao Jiu'an seemed to have expected that she would take this opportunity to leave the Ding'an Marquis' Mansion, agree to go to the Zhanwang Mansion with him, and had even cleaned up several courtyards...
Song Wanqing secretly looked to the opposite side and saw Xiao Jiuan resting with his eyes closed.
The man's eyes were slightly closed, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. His brows were straight, and his outline was rare and tough. When he wasn't smiling, his whole face exuded a fierce aura, which made people uncomfortable. Dare to look directly, and dare not overstep.
Song Wanqing was fascinated by what she saw. When she was a child, she heard her grandfather tell many heroic deeds of war kings. She was once held by Shen Yue's hand and squeezed into the crowd to watch Xiao Jiuan's triumphant return to the capital.
At that time, she was only six or seven years old, and Xiao Jiuan was only fifteen years old, but he was wearing iron armor and riding on a tall horse. He was majestic and respected by thousands of people. He was the most distant existence among her.
Song Wanqing never thought that one day he would ride in the same carriage with him.
"When do you want to see it?" Xiao Jiuan suddenly opened his eyes.
Song Wanqing quickly lowered her head, blushing in embarrassment, "My little girl... I'm offended."
Xiao Jiuan didn't care about her, looked at her pale face and said solemnly, "Why do you look so weak?"
"It doesn't matter." Song Wanqing said and couldn't help but cough a few times, "It will be fine after a few days."
There was no words all the way, and the carriage soon stopped at the gate of Prince Zhan's Mansion.
Song Wanqing got out of the car and looked at the tall and majestic door lintel. He didn't expect that he would be staying at the door for the third time.
She herself found it incredible.
Lin Dao had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw that they had finally arrived, he stepped forward with a smile, "Your Majesty, I left someone to pack things with Miss Chen Yu. They will be here soon."
Xiao Jiuan nodded slightly, "Take her to get acquainted with the people in the house, and then choose a courtyard to settle down."
"Thank you, Ninth Prince," Song Wanqing said proactively, "Actually, I have already set up a yard outside, and I will move out in a while. It won't be any trouble..."
"It's up to you." Xiao Jiu'an raised his hand, and others pushed him into Prince Zhan's Mansion first.
"Miss Wanqing, let's go." Lin Dao grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, "Actually, you don't have to move out in a hurry. Our palace is very big, and it would be good to have more people living there."
He lowered his head and whispered, "Our prince likes peace and quiet, but I think it would be better to be lively."
"Master, thank you for what happened yesterday." Facing Ling Dao, Song Wanqing felt much more relaxed. "After I move into the palace, please take care of me, Master."
"Don't worry, everyone in the mansion is very nice, except..." The smile on Lin Dao's face disappeared, and he lowered his voice and said, "Except for this guy."
Song Wanqing saw a young man wearing a moon-white gown walking over. He looked about the same age as Lin Dao, with delicate features and the look of a thin scholar.
"That's her?" The man stepped forward and looked Song Wanqing up and down, seemingly dissatisfied.
"What is she? She has a name," Lindao said with a protective look, "The eldest daughter of Ding'an Marquis Mansion, Song Wanqing, Miss Wanqing."
He turned to Song Wanqing and introduced, "Miss Wanqing, this is the housekeeper of the mansion, in charge of ink."
"I've met Master Zhimo." Song Wan Qingfu said. She had met this man several times in Xiao Jiu'an's study, but he always treated her as transparent and the two never spoke.
Zhimo frowned slightly and asked, "How long will you stay?"
"Hey, Stinky Ink, this is a guest invited by the prince. The prince is not in a hurry to chase people away. Why are you in a hurry?" Lin Dao pulled Song Wanqing away, "Let's go, let's ignore him."
Song Wanqing twitched the corner of her mouth in embarrassment, but was dragged away by Lin Dao.
Zhi Mo's voice full of disgust came from behind the two of them, "Ba Dao, I bought it from you as soon as I heard Master."
"..." Song Wanqing shouted weakly, "Master?"
"Ignore him." Lin Dao huffed.
The two looked at several courtyards. Song Wanqing did not expect that every courtyard in Prince Zhan's Mansion was so beautiful, with all the pavilions and pavilions.
"Which one do you like?" Lin Dao asked her excitedly, "Or don't you like them all? There are a few more behind, but they haven't been cleaned out yet."
"No trouble, let's just take this one." Song Wanqing chose the last one, Jiao Yuexuan, which was a little far away from Xiao Jiuan's Linfeng Residence. "I'm mainly afraid of disturbing the Ninth Prince."
"How could it be? Since the prince has invited you here, he won't be afraid of disturbing you." Lin Dao snorted, "Don't listen to that stinky ink's nonsense."
"Pfft!" Song Wanqing couldn't help laughing, "Don't worry, Master, I'm fine. Don't get angry with Master Zhimo because of me."
"He and I have nothing to deal with." Lin Dao curled his lips.
Soon, Chen Yu came over with his belongings. Seeing Jiao Yuexuan, the little girl was extremely excited.
"Miss, this is so beautiful. We can't find such a nice place in the entire Marquis Mansion." She raised her neck proudly, "It's great. Although we were kicked out by Madam, the Ninth Prince took us in. , piss them off."
In her opinion, her young lady was kicked out of the house, and she cried for a long time on the way here.
Song Wanqing coughed twice, "It's really nice here, but it's not a long-term solution. After a while, when the Ninth Prince's leg is healed, we will move out."
"Oh, but it doesn't matter. You can live here and earn a living." Chen Yu was still very happy.
To Song Wanqing's surprise, Biyun came in the evening.
"The Ninth Prince said that the young lady is not in good health and asked me to take care of her for a few days." Biyun looked at Song Wanqing distressedly, "The young lady has been wronged."
Song Wanqing's heart warmed up, and she felt that her body was almost healed immediately, "Sorry, Aunt Yun."
