When Song Wanqing woke up again, he saw Biyun and Chen Yu surrounding him with worried expressions.
"Miss, you finally woke up." Chen Yu wiped his tears, "Are you hungry? I'll go get you some food, please?"
Song Wanqing nodded. Seeing Chen Yu leave, she looked at Biyun and said, "Aunt Yun, help me up."
Biyun sniffed and carefully helped Song Wanqing up, "Little miss, your mother has never done anything to disgrace the Marquis. You don't need to take their dirty words to heart."
It was hard for her to imagine how painful it must be for a daughter to hear rumors about her dead mother from her father.
"Aunt Yun, I know, I trust my mother." Although Song Wanqing's contact with Shen Yue was not as close as that of an ordinary mother and daughter when she was young, Shen Yue has always been the role model for her in her heart.
She absolutely believed in Shen Yue's character, but...
She looked at Biyun in confusion, "Aunt Yun, how much do you know about my father and my mother?"
Biyun shook her head, "Miss was good friends with Chen Qinglian at that time. She seemed to have met the Marquis through Chen Qinglian, and they suddenly got married later."
"Suddenly?" Song Wanqing felt something was wrong.
Biyun nodded, "It was so sudden that even the master was surprised. He even tried to persuade the young lady for a long time, but the young lady insisted on getting married."
Song Wanqing's thoughts moved slightly. She always felt that there might be another reason for this matter.
At this time, Chen Yu came back from outside with snacks, "Miss, the Ninth Prince is outside and seems to be here to see you."
"Then Chen Yu and I are going out." Biyun immediately stood up and reminded Song Wanqing, "Little miss, the Ninth Prince also has some dealings with your mother. Maybe he can know something about it."
Soon, Xiao Jiuan came in in a wheelchair.
"I have met the Ninth Prince." Song Wanqing had put on her clothes and knelt on the ground. "In the past few days, my little girl has caused trouble to the Ninth Prince."
"Sit down." Xiao Jiu'an looked at Song Wanqing's pale face and seemed even more haggard than the day she moved in. He frowned and said, "The poison in your body has not been completely eliminated?"
"That's almost it. I'd like to trouble the Ninth Prince to worry about it." Song Wanqing lowered his head, looking submissive.
Xiao Jiuan's face turned even more ugly because he had visited Biyun before and already knew that the poison in Song Wanqing's body was not easy to remove.
This girl obviously doesn't trust him, and she doesn't want to trouble him.
Seeing that there was no sound from the other side, Song Wanqing cautiously raised her head and looked over. Seeing Xiao Jiuan's sullen face, she became even more frightened.
"Ninth Prince," she stood up, "don't worry, they won't come again."
Xiao Jiuan raised his eyes and looked at her, "Whether they come or not has no effect on me. You sit down and talk."
"Thank you, Ninth Prince." Song Wanqing sat down again quietly.
She hesitated for a moment and then spoke slowly, "Ninth Prince, they can't persuade me to go back. I'm afraid... they will find a solution on the Prince."
"What can I do?" Xiao Jiuan asked nonchalantly.
"My guess is that they will go to see the emperor," Song Wanqing said with an apologetic look, "If the emperor puts the Ninth Prince in trouble, the Ninth Prince can let me leave, and I won't be dissatisfied at all."
Xiao Jiuan frowned, "I said that unless I stand up, you can stay here forever."
"Even if my little girl leaves, she will help the Ninth Prince heal his leg." Song Wanqing said immediately.
"Okay." Xiao Jiuan didn't want to continue this topic. It was really uncomfortable to be distrusted.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the snacks on the table, "Are you used to living and eating recently?"
"Get used to it." A happy look appeared on Song Wanqing's face. It was indeed a rare place of comfort and elegance, and the food was especially delicious.
Xiao Jiuan curled his lips, thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Do you know why this place is called Jiao Yuexuan?"
Song Wanqing shook her head and asked tentatively, "Is it because the moonlight in the courtyard is more beautiful than other places?"
In fact, she discovered on the night she moved in that the terrain here was higher and seemed to be closer to the moon.
"Are you willing to push me out for a walk?"
"Of course." Song Wanqing immediately stepped forward and pushed Xiao Jiu'an out of the house, "Where do you want the Ninth Prince to go?"
"Go to the lake in front of the door." Xiao Jiuan raised his hand.
Song Wanqing pushed him out of Jiao Yuexuan. When she walked to the lake, her eyes suddenly widened in shock.
The lake in front of me was dark blue under the night sky, and the stars were reflected on it, shimmering, and the most dazzling one was the full moon.
The moon is big, round, and very bright, as if it is right in front of you.
She looked at Xiao Jiu'an in surprise. It turned out that this was the origin of Jiao Yuexuan's name, "Ninth Prince, it seems that I have really chosen a good place."
Xiao Jiuan chuckled and suddenly said, "Do you know who I had in mind when I built this courtyard?"
"Could he be the prince's favorite?" Song Wanqing tentatively guessed.
However, as far as she knew, Xiao Jiuan had never been married, and he didn't seem to have anyone he liked.
"It's your mother."
"Ah?" Song Wanqing's eyes widened in shock and she asked in disbelief, "Could it be that the prince's favorite person is..."
"Stinky girl, is it possible that there is nothing more than feelings between a man and a woman?" Xiao Jiuan shook his head speechlessly.
Song Wanqing stuck out her tongue, sat down on the stone chair next to her, and looked at Xiao Jiuan expectantly, obviously waiting for him to continue.
Xiao Jiuan paused and continued, "The medical woman who saved my mother and concubine back then was your mother."
Song Wan nodded clearly, so her mother was Xiao Jiuan's great benefactor?
"Later, your mother also helped our mother and son a lot," Xiao Jiuan looked at Song Wanqing, with an inexplicable doting in his eyes, "When your mother was pregnant with you, you even kicked me."
"Ah?" Song Wanqing blushed instantly and quickly lowered her head.
In fact, in her eyes, Xiao Jiuan has always been a superior god of war, even a being like an elder. But at this moment, she was shocked to realize that Xiao Jiuan was not much older than her.
She bit her lower lip in embarrassment, "Then is it still too late for me to apologize to the Ninth Prince?"
Xiao Jiu'an was immediately amused by her, "I guess not. Children hold grudges the most, especially boys aged seven or eight. This kick..."
He looked at Song Wanqing with a deep look, "I will probably remember this for the rest of my life."
"Oh." Song Wanqing secretly glanced at Xiao Jiu'an. Seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, she asked curiously, "Ninth Prince, how much do you know about my mother and my father?"
Xiao Jiuan shook his head. Seeing the little girl's eyes dimming, he spoke again, "But I can assure you that your mother is not the kind of person your father said she was."
He looked at the big, round moon in the lake, "At least the Shen Yue I know is really as bright and flawless as the bright moon in the sky."
