Pei Wenshu complained half-seriously and half-falsely all the way.
But she didn't dare to expose Song Jinyin's identity. She just let Ye Wanqiu know that this maid who had been by her eldest brother's side for eight years was more valued than the Ye family girl thought.
Ye Wanqiu tightened the veil and gradually changed his expression.
"Look at me, I actually let my sister listen to the gossip all the way."
After leading the person to the fish pond, Pei Wenshu sighed: "I don't know why, the sisters at home are obviously very good to each other, but when I see my sister Wan Qiu, they are very different. I can't help but want to say something considerate. My sister is very good." Don’t be bothered.”
"how come."
Ye Wanqiu suppressed her thoughts and smiled a little stiffly.
"Sister Wen Shu is close to me, but it's not too late for me to be happy."
"That's good, otherwise I'm afraid I will be scolded by my eldest brother again. I don't know my sister, but I really want my sister to be able to be with my eldest brother..."
After hearing the pleasant words, Ye Wanqiu's expression relaxed.
After returning home that day, her mother mentioned the old lady's attitude to her in a roundabout way, but she didn't believe it.
Pei Yanzhou was obviously quite gentle to her, and she deliberately called him out of discomfort that night, and he also rushed to the yard. How could the marriage not be agreed?
Ye Wanqiu thought about it and thought about her uncontrollable temper that day.
She knew that Pei Yanzhou had a maid who had been with her for many years, but she didn't expect that when she invited him over, the maid also followed him eagerly, looking soft and weak.
Ye Wanqiu suddenly became angry.
She also took a closer look at Pei Yanzhou's face before letting anyone take action.
Indifferent and cold, with no other emotions.
But she didn't expect that after only a few slaps, he made people stop, and finally followed them back to the yard.
Ye Wanqiu became angrier as he thought about it.
She was just a bed-warming maid, so why could Xu Youyi beat her but she couldn't?
“Sister’s temperament is just too good.”
Pei Wenshu pinched the fish food and gently threw it out, and said regretfully: "People like Song Jinyin are soft and weak, and it is true that they are easily looked down upon by others, but how can they be worthy of the politeness of my sister who treats others with sex? treat."
"She is the person close to the prince after all."
Ye Wanqiu smiled and looked at the group of fish eating in the pond, his eyes gradually turned cold.
Before she came here today, she specifically listened to her mother's instructions. If she still wanted to marry the Pei family, she must be a generous and sensible woman.
No matter how much I despised the maid who had been with the prince, I was determined not to lose my sense of proportion again.
She agreed and endured it, but she couldn't swallow this breath.
Pei Wenshu naturally noticed the anger aroused in others. She curled her lips, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and then moved to hold Ye Wanqiu's arm.
"Speaking of which, she was lucky enough to stay in my elder brother's courtyard. Otherwise, if she was so charming and pretty, if she had gone to work as a maid elsewhere, she would have been taken care of by the mistress and lost half of her life... Sister, let's go back Let’s go to my yard, it’s a bit windy here.”
The words he clicked took root in Ye Wanqiu's heart.
Whether it is a good thing for a woman to be beautiful depends on whether she has the identity to protect her beauty.
If she was like Song Jinyin, she was just a servant girl who could be manipulated at any time, and her beauty would be the sharp blade that would hasten her death.
Pei Yanzhou would not have the patience to watch her forever. She would always have to leave the house and be seen by outsiders.
On the carriage back to Ye Mansion, the maid knelt on one side and gently beat Ye Wanqiu's legs.
"Girl, I feel like this eldest daughter of the Pei family doesn't really think about girls."
"Of course she is not so kind."
"That girl..."
Ye Wanqiu no longer pretended to be knowledgeable and reasonable, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "People must be destroyed. It's just that Pei Wenshu wants to see the show for nothing, but she also wants to see whether I am happy or not."
...
It was night in a blink of an eye.
The Qianjin Pavilion was bustling with excitement. As soon as Chen Zhipeng and his friends stepped in, a familiar girl came to greet them.
But when the hand passed across his waist, he still lost some interest.
What you can't taste is the most tempting.
Until someone accidentally bumped into his arm, a flash of whiteness flashed across his eyes, leaving an alluring aroma.
Chen Zhipeng's eyes followed suit, and what caught his eye was the woman's graceful figure.
His dull eyes seemed to be on fire for a moment.
In the restaurant opposite Qianjin Pavilion, Pei Yanzhou glanced outside casually, drank a glass of wine, and then stood up and left.
"Chop off your hands, but keep your life first."
"Yes, I understand."
Spending a night with that woman wouldn't offend the prince, but talking nonsense while drunk was the most likely thing to add fuel to the fire.
It's just that I originally wanted him to die, but when I thought about the Chen family, I suddenly didn't want him to be so happy.
When we returned to the Duke's Mansion, the lights in the courtyard were a little bright.
Warmth came to the room, and Pei Yanzhou raised his eyes and glanced around, but did not see Song Jinyin's figure.
As soon as he frowned, Butler Wang came up to take his cloak and explained: "Miss Jin Yin is feeling a little unwell and cannot come over to serve her. The younger one has asked Zhu Sheng to prepare hot water. Do you want the prince to take a bath first?"
Pei Yanzhou frowned.
I haven't seen her get sick a few times in the past few years, but this year she looks bad from time to time, especially in the past few months.
"How many days will she rest this time?"
"I'm afraid it will take three to five days to return to the crown prince."
Pei Yanzhou stopped, turned around and stepped out of the house. Butler Wang had no choice but to pick up his cloak again and chase after him.
It's very cold at night now, and it's hard to get two people sick at once in this yard.
But as soon as he followed up, he saw the prince's figure disappearing into the house, and the door was closed tightly, making it impossible for him to send the cloak in.
Cang Lin looked at it and took two steps back with Butler Wang: "It will be useful when the prince comes out later."
"That's hard to say."
Butler Wang shook his head.
That day, the Crown Prince decided to stay overnight. It was hard to say whether he would come out tonight, and it was hard to say whether he would lose his temper if he came out.
But no matter what, he still had to hold the cloak first.
Song Jinyin's room was no longer as cold as before, but an old yellow lamp was on, which forced it to feel a little desolate.
Pei Yanzhou frowned and was waiting for someone to change it to a brighter one. When he looked up, he saw Song Jinyin sitting on the bed with her eyes rounded. She was holding the needle and thread awkwardly in one hand due to her injury, and holding a whole piece of white cloth in the other hand. The piece that came out was placed on the mattress.
"Why is the prince here?"
"Aren't you feeling unwell?"
Seeing her look like this, Pei Yanzhou's face darkened, and the tall figure approached, mockingly: "Song Jinyin is not feeling well, how can you still do your own thing with such a good face?"
"No slave."
Seeing that he suddenly became angry, Song Jinyin took a deep breath to suppress the pain in her abdomen.
"No?"
Stopping at the bedside, Pei Yanzhou looked at her condescendingly: "If you don't want to be on duty, you can just report it to Wang Kangjiu. I don't need you by my side, so there is no need to talk under this guise."
"It doesn't matter if I know that the Crown Prince has a servant or not, but why does the Crown Prince never want to trust my servant?"
Song Jinyin was a little tired, so she put the things in her hands to one side, lifted the mattress and stood up.
The thin layer of white underwear brought out her delicateness and frailty. When she lowered her head, she could still see her thin back, as if she could fall to the ground with a gentle push.
Pei Yanzhou saw that her body was a little unstable with just one movement, her fingertips tightened, her throat rolled slightly, and he hesitated to look into her clear eyes.
"Who asked you to get up from the bed like this? It's possible that you died of illness..."
Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him really fell down.
Pei Yanzhou reached out and hugged her, feeling how hot she was.
When Butler Wang hurriedly brought the doctor over, Pei Yanzhou's face was already so serious that it was not until the doctor confirmed that there was nothing serious that the oppression was slightly relieved.
He carefully pressed the four corners of her mattress tighter, and when he closed his hand, he touched the white satin placed inside.
Pei Yanzhou picked it up and saw that it was a middle coat that was about to take shape. The size was similar to his body shape.
Although there are many embroiderers in the Duke's mansion, most of his personal items are made by Song Jinyin.
Pei Yanzhou pursed his thin lips tightly, and his lowered eyes were filled with her reflection. After a long while, he silently put the needle, thread and cloth on the table.
After Song Jinyin fell asleep, he returned to the study and took out the information he found a few years ago.
The old cloth said that the person who administered the medicine was Mrs. Liu, but it was not just Mrs. Liu.
An undercurrent surged in his eyes. Pei Yanzhou closed his eyes. When he opened them again, it was clear again.
