As soon as she inserted the hairpin for Xueyu, there was a knock on the door outside.
It was Zhu Sheng who came here to deliver a message.
"Miss Jinyin, my godfather asked me to come over and tell the girl that someone is coming to look for the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince wants the girl to rest for one more day."
Song Jinyin responded and breathed a sigh of relief.
She just didn't want to see him.
It was as if a knife was stuck in the tenderness last night, pulling her down while simultaneously reminding her of Pei Yanzhou's ruthlessness.
Not long after Xueyu was sent away, a maid came from Fulu Courtyard, knocked on the door, and called Song Jinyin over.
People who saw her along the way looked at her more carefully than usual, and when they met her eyes, they also smiled a little more.
But Song Jinyin's heart sank.
Pei Yanzhou still made people acquiesce in what happened last night, even if he was angry when he left, even if he knew that this was not what she wanted, as long as Pei Yanzhou wanted to give it, she would never be able to escape.
But once this so-called importance is admitted, it means that all the little trust she gained from the old lady will be completely wiped out this time.
Fuluyuan is a bit remote.
Although Song Jinyin lowered her eyes and remained silent all the way, she was still seen and stopped before entering Fulu Courtyard.
The second lady Qi and her eldest daughter Pei Wenshu asked Wan'an to come out, followed by Lady Liu.
"Miss Jinyin is so lucky."
Mrs. Qi stopped and looked at Song Jinyin, who was bowing her head and saluting, and said with a strange look, "As expected of a person in a big house, he can be so calm and calm no matter what happy events happen to him. I just don't know how many days this good life can last. "
Song Jinyin bent her knees and did not move.
The maid who came to call her in the old lady's courtyard today was not Lingqiao, but even if she was not a high-status maid, in the past, if she saw her being stopped and making things difficult for her at the entrance of Fu Lu Yuan, she would take action to stop her.
But now the maid is standing aside motionless, presumably because of the old lady's instructions.
Let her learn a lesson and remember her identity.
Song Jinyin lowered her eyelids.
After figuring out what was going on here, she became more calm.
After all, Mrs. Qi is the second wife. If she can't find anything wrong with her, she can't be like Pei Wenshu and punish her at will.
But Song Jinyin didn't expect that Mrs. Qi's eyes would turn around and her words would be more vicious than she thought.
"Okay, let's get up. Our prince values you, so naturally I don't dare to make you tired. In the future, if you feel more confident, you might be able to climb up again. Look at our Lady Liu Fang, isn't she? The best example? Although she has no heirs, she has already helped our old lady take care of the middle school!"
Mrs. Qi threw out her handkerchief to cover the smile at the corner of her lips. The sullen feeling she felt at being outnumbered by the old lady when she greeted her just now was vented at this moment.
Pei Yanzhou wanted to raise Song Jinyin's identity.
Although she didn't dare to tell anyone about such ridiculous things that ignored human relations, a few random words in the house could make the old lady kill Song Jinyin.
Mrs. Liu next to her frowned, a trace of impatience flashed across her cold brows.
But before she could speak, Song Jinyin blessed her body again, and explained softly: "The second lady is joking, how can a servant be so lucky? Besides, the prince's thoughts are not easy to arrange, especially for someone with the status of the second lady. If he is... If someone is interested and hears this, the old lady may just think that the second lady is dissatisfied with the prince, and it is easy for them to have bad feelings."
Song Jinyin's voice was soft, but every word struck Qi's mind, and she returned the words half as a reminder and half as a warning.
Didn't he just want to pass her off as an ambitious woman who wants to be in power, making the old lady disgusted, and then pull Mrs. Liu out and trample her to remind Pei Yanzhou not to forget what happened back then.
But the Qi family had calculated everything, but she just didn't realize that she didn't care at all about the position of this concubine.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Jinyin raised her eyes without avoiding it, her hands still arranged in an orderly manner.
Behind is the old lady's yard. Mrs. Qi wants to use words to harm her, so naturally she won't listen to these rumors in vain.
"What a sharp-tongued servant girl."
Mrs. Qi choked at her words, and after a while she gritted her teeth and said, "After all, after staying in the prince's courtyard for so many years, a maid has become more like a master."
"I don't dare. It's just that the old lady and the prince are kind-hearted and are willing to give me a place to stay."
Maybe there was some wind, Song Jinyin's nose was a little blocked, and the tune sounded a little softer than just now.
It's just that it's so delicate and soft, which makes people think of flowers in the cold wind.
No matter how it blows, it looks soft and weak, but it is not afraid of wind and rain, and blooms one after another.
Mrs. Liu finally called out to the second lady impatiently, and the two of them had to go to the embroidery room to choose the style of winter clothes.
When leaving, Pei Wenshu, who had not spoken a word, looked at Song Jinyin disappearing in front, with undisguised hatred in her eyes.
Such a lowly maid who made her lose all face actually coaxed her eldest brother into thinking of giving her a status, and made everyone in the house pay attention to her again!
She was unwilling to give in, but she didn't dare to go directly to the old lady.
Even her mother was shut down by this bitch's words. If there was another trouble, her father, not to mention her grandmother, would force her to admit her mistake in front of Pei Yanzhou just for the sake of face.
The handkerchief became a ball in her hand, and Pei Wenshu's eyes became more and more uneven until the maid next to her sent a post and mentioned the name of the girl from the Ye family.
Pei Wenshu was relieved.
That's right, why should she do it herself? There are people who hate Song Jinyin even more than she does.
...
When Song Jinyin was led into the house, the scene outside had already reached the old lady's ears.
The room was very quiet, with a faint scent of sandalwood floating in it.
Song Jinyin knelt on the ground. The person above her didn't speak, so she kept kneeling honestly.
After a long time, there was the crisp sound of the tea cup.
"That kid Yan Zhou has always been stubborn and has a very cold temperament. He is very much like his mother."
The old lady did not ask anyone to get up, but spoke slowly in a suppressed voice: "Even if you hate a person's speed, it is quite similar to his mother. But if he turns his back, he is truly the most ruthless person in the world."
Song Jinyin's impression of the Duke's wife was gentle and virtuous, which was not at all what the old lady said, but she also knew that the focus of what the old lady said at this moment was Pei Yanzhou's ruthlessness.
She was reminding her not to have unrealistic thoughts. Pei Yanzhou's hatred would never go away. He might be a little interested now, but disgust would soon follow.
And the only place where she, Song Jinyin, could find a way out was Fu Lu Yuan.
"My slave understands."
Song Jinyin knocked her forehead to the ground, and the cold touch instantly spread throughout her body.
As soon as he raised his head, there was movement outside.
The door curtain was lifted, and before the greetings could be heard, Pei Yanzhou strode in.
Xu came in a hurry, and the coolness lingered on his body, causing a chill.
He greeted the old lady and found a seat near the top to sit down.
"Is it possible that grandma has fallen in love with the girl in my courtyard?"
Taking the tea cup handed by the maid, Pei Yanzhou spoke casually, glanced at the thin figure on the ground with a chuckle, and frowned and then relaxed.
"You haven't come over to serve me, are you planning to take advantage of grandma's excuse to be lazy?"
"Slave, don't you dare?"
"Don't you dare?"
Pei Yanzhou lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea. His tone was intimate: "I see you are very brave now. You dared to get angry with me last night."
Song Jinyin's hands and feet went cold, and she didn't know the purpose of his move for a moment.
"Are you chasing someone into my house?"
The old lady's sharp gaze turned to Song Jinyin.
Knowing the purpose of her grandson's coming, she calmed down and her face returned to a peaceful and loving look: "It's just walking around in the house, why are you so worried?"
Pei Yanzhou smiled, acquiescing.
The people on the ground still didn't move, only lowered their heads, listening to the old lady's greetings to Pei Yanzhou.
No one asked her to get up again.
It wasn't until he left that Pei Yanzhou called her again and held her wrist in front of the old lady, "You're too thin. You need to eat more in the future."
All the maids in the room lowered their heads.
They didn't dare to look at such a gentle prince.
By the time Song Jinyin figured it out, the two of them had already returned to Pei Yanzhou's yard.
While she was deep in thought, she didn't realize that he had grabbed her wrist all the way.
Thinking of how many people had seen this scene, Song Jinyin's heart sank, and she used a little more strength to break free.
"Since the prince has achieved his goal, can you let me go now?"
Pei Yanzhou turned back, leaned down, with a teasing curve on his lips, and gently smoothed her hair with his other hand.
"Why, are you unhappy that your way to grandma's house has been cut off?"
