If it weren't for Lin Jingxiu's presence, she would have said this to Pei Yanzhou in person.
Since Pei Jinzhi's attempt to arouse her disgust led to her death, she might as well just prick the window paper even more.
Being honest first will give you more confidence.
It doesn't matter whether Pei Yanzhou has doubts or not. What matters is that he will definitely be more disgusted with the second wife.
Song Jinyin never wanted to be a villain, and even at this moment, she had no intention of provocation.
But she wants to live.
Now that it was confirmed that the woman who was with Pei Jinzhi that night was not an ordinary person, if she didn't take the opportunity to suppress Pei Jinzhi little by little, even if she could leave the palace in the future, she would definitely be targeted.
Dinner is as usual.
The entire row of hexagonal lights in front lit up, reflecting Pei Yanzhou's indifferent face.
No one knew whether Song Jinyin's words just now aroused his dissatisfaction, and even Song Jinyin herself lost her initial confidence.
Until nightfall, the door was pushed open and Pei Yanzhou smelled of alcohol.
The room was much warmer than when he came in during the day. Only the lighted lamps were dim and cold.
"Come here and change my clothes."
Pei Yanzhou's voice was slightly hoarse, and when he saw her carefully arranging her needlework with one hand under the light, her words softened for no reason.
Song Jinyin was not surprised that he would come tonight.
But her intuition told her that Pei Yanzhou was more dangerous at this moment than when he was angry.
"There are no prince's robes in the slave room."
She struggled to unbutton his clothes. As soon as she saw the middle coat, she remembered that she was in her house, so she stopped and looked at him.
"I'd better go and cook a bowl of sobering soup for the prince."
The wrist was grabbed.
There were tiny sounds echoing in the empty wing.
Pei Yanzhou was sitting on the chair, with Song Jinyin who had lost strength and fell on top of him. During their breathing, the heat of the two people intertwined. It was unknown who fell into the drunkenness first.
She gasped, but just when Song Jinyin's eyes were filled with tears, the man holding her slender waist stopped.
His eyes were deep and dark, they should have been full of lust, but at this moment they were so clear and clear.
"Afraid of being targeted by him, do you want me to protect you?"
The posture of the two of them was like whispering between lovers, but the words they spoke were as ruthless as strangers.
Song Jinyin couldn't avoid it, raised her head to meet his gaze, and nodded.
From the first word she spoke to Butler Wang, she knew that her thoughts could not be hidden from Pei Yanzhou.
"Knowing that he is difficult to deal with, you still choose to use what happened that night to ask for help from him...Song Jinyin, I'm curious, are your hands more important than your life?"
Song Jinyin looked at him quietly. The heat in her body had not subsided, but she was completely awake.
She wanted to stand up and move away, but the hand around her back still didn't give her a choice.
"Your Majesty, please don't forget that slaves still have to work. If the eldest girl can beat the slaves to death, that's all. If not, the slaves will have to work for money."
"My hospital is short of food and drink for you? Is the monthly amount of money that Steward Wang allocates to you every month worse than that of my grandmother?"
Pei Yanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, not missing any changes on her face: "Or do you, Song Jinyin, still have other thoughts?"
Song Jinyin did not dare to respond any further.
Pei Yanzhou's eyes were too cruel, and if he asked one more questions, he could tell that she had never given up her plan to leave the house.
He lowered his eyes and looked away, his red and swollen lips moving slightly.
"What about the Crown Princess after she enters the palace? What status does the slave have to receive so much monthly money? Isn't it because the Crown Prince doesn't let the slave go so that the Crown Princess can punish her in the future?"
Pei Yanzhou frowned, it was the first time he heard her take the initiative to mention the matter of the mistress in the backyard.
"Why, are you very concerned about the Crown Princess entering the palace?"
"Whether you care or not, does it make any difference to the Crown Prince?"
Song Jinyin noticed that her voice was slightly trembling.
Originally, he wanted to say random words to cover up his thoughts, but unconsciously he felt as if his eyes were red.
Still too weak after all.
Pei Yanzhou's kindness and reconciliation had trapped her year after year.
"Then why don't you marry the Crown Princess?"
Pei Yanzhou sneered, swiped his fingertips across her lips, moved them to the corners of her moist eyes, forced her to look back at him, and said casually: "Why don't you try to beg me not to marry the crown prince?"
Song Jinyin heard sarcasm in his laughter.
The brightness of the candlelight reflected in his eyes, but the darkness in his eyes could not be dispelled no matter what.
She would not do something that she knew would be humiliating herself.
"I know that my status is low and I don't dare to go beyond the rules. Even what happened today was just because of my duty. I thought that even if I don't take the initiative to tell Butler Wang, the prince will know about it soon."
Song Jinyin looked at him and her expression became cold: "I just want to speak first to prevent the prince from hearing from others and becoming suspicious of my sincerity."
Pei Yanzhou raised his eyes.
Thinking of the past events that Lin Jingxiu had inadvertently recalled just now, a layer of ink seemed to bloom in his deep eyes, making them even darker.
But then, the man lazily twitched the corners of his lips, as if he was laughing at her self-righteousness.
"Suspicious... do you think I care?"
Song Jinyin did not avert her gaze. Seeing that there was still lingering ridicule in his eyes, her lips moved, but then she just smiled.
"It turns out that this slave is too worried."
As long as she is not coveted or provoked by others, Pei Yanzhou will not care about her sincerity.
But when that smile fell into the man's eyes, it looked extremely dazzling.
The curve of the corners of his lips remained, but his eyes were filled with coldness, and the suppressed past began to surge through his mind again, making him two points more impatient than before.
"Song Jinyin, don't forget that you are just a slave. Since you are asking me to protect you, you should have a begging attitude now."
Song Jinyin never had any high expectations for Pei Yanzhou.
Although I felt aggrieved and unbearable towards his reaction at this moment, I could still grit my teeth and endure it.
Now that he had put his words out in the open, Song Jinyin felt that she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
To survive, not to be embarrassed.
She just couldn't do anything like kneel down, but this body wasn't too broken.
"This servant is waiting for the prince to rest."
She reached out to untie his clothes again, and the injured hand also moved her fingertips in cooperation. Although the wound was pulled, the pain could no longer stimulate her.
She frowned and then relaxed her brows, and Pei Yanzhou's middle coat was pulled loose by her, revealing traces of her collarbone.
Further down, there was his broad chest, hard and hot.
But the breath around him seemed to suddenly become cold for a moment, bringing out the slight tremor in the heart due to the confusion.
Before Song Jinyin could figure out how to serve her, she raised her big hand and stopped her movements.
She is afraid.
Pei Yanzhou saw her resistance, and the burning heat was immediately poured out.
The hand around her waist loosened its grip, and the man pushed her away and stood up. Seeing her staggering, his eyes darkened and his words were mocking.
"You are so clumsy and not half as pretty as the girls who can serve you in Qianjin Pavilion. It seems like it will only be a matter of time before I get tired of you."
Pei Yanzhou moved away emotionally, stretched out his hand to pull back his robe, and looked that dignified and distant again.
Qianjin Pavilion, the Ten Thousand Gold Cave that makes people drunk and dreamy.
The girl inside is extremely beautiful. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has the steady deportment of a lady in her movements, and all kinds of seductive amorous feelings can be revealed under the tulle.
Even though Song Jinyin was already numb, her heart was stabbed sharply when she heard these words.
Since he has been to Qianjin Pavilion, he has been served by the girl next to him.
Why do you have to humiliate her all day long? Keep her in the courtyard all day long and treat her like a plaything.
Silence fell in the room.
Seeing that Song Jinyin's face was pale, Pei Yanzhou tightened his jaw and clenched his fists in his sleeves for a long time before finally throwing away his sleeves and leaving.
Once he left, he couldn't see anyone for five days.
It wasn't until the wound on her hand finally scabbed that Song Jinyin cheered up, thinking that it was time to go to the embroidery workshop.
