It's the middle of winter, with frost and snow all over the sky.
Yongan Palace——
Song Jiao suddenly woke up from his sleep, and the waiter in green who was waiting at the side hurriedly came forward, "Did the princess have another nightmare?"
She looked at the little maid in front of her, shook her head, and looked out the window.
Snow was falling heavily outside the window, and the visible parts of the yard were decorated with lanterns and streamers, making it a festive scene.
Song Jiao frowned slightly.
Now in her second year of rebirth, she still occasionally falls into nightmares.
She came back to her senses and asked softly, "Where is Aye now?"
The little maid replied, "The prince has entered the palace now and must be at your majesty's place."
The prince and his majesty have a deep brotherly love. It is rare to see such harmony among the dynasties in the past.
When Song Jiao heard Aye entering the palace, he couldn't help but tighten his hands on the brocade quilt.
It was around this time in my previous life that I stayed in the house due to physical discomfort.
My father went to the palace to celebrate the New Year with His Majesty, and then brought back a young man.
That young man was very gloomy, and I never liked him very much.
But who would have known that a humble boy would become a powerful minister in the future.
And the Yong'an Palace, which is so favored now, will decline rapidly in two years.
Although His Majesty loves Yong'an Palace, his body has long been unstable. He has many heirs and many are eyeing him.
In the end, it was this humble young man who supported the eighth prince in the cold palace to ascend to the throne.
Although the surname in this world is still Song, it has become Chen Jin's one-word hall, and the eighth prince is only in name only.
In his previous life, he looked down on Shen Jin, but he made things difficult for him in this house.
Thinking of this, Song Jiao sighed.
It's no wonder that Shen Jin stayed in Yong'an Palace for three years and saw Aye in trouble and had no intention of helping him.
She ordered, "Yuzhu, when Aye comes back later, you can tell me that I have something important to discuss with Aye."
In the next life, these things must be considered in the long run.
Although Yuzhu felt a little strange, he still nodded in agreement.
Song Jiao frowned. This time, she would never let those things happen in her previous life.
At this moment, a report came from outside, saying that Mr. Yan Xiaohou had arrived and was outside the door of the mansion.
Yan Yu had always stayed in the Jiangnan area before, and this time she went to Beijing with Marquis Yan to present gifts for the New Year.
Song Jiao's expression paused when he heard this.
Yan Yu can be regarded as his childhood sweetheart, and the person he really wanted to marry in his previous life.
It’s just that now that I have relived my life, I am no longer willing to——
To be fair, Yan Yu is a very good person and is sincere to herself.
But given her status, this sincerity alone is not enough.
Thinking of this, Song Jiao sighed in his heart.
In the previous life, it was because she insisted on going her own way and wanted to marry Yan Yu.
Marquis Yan is from the second prince's camp, and the two families are married. In the hearts of everyone, the Yong'an Palace has already taken sides.
Aye wanted to stay away from right and wrong, but because of himself, he had to choose a side.
Song Jiao curled his fingers slightly.
Now she only feels that if she wants to find a husband, she must find someone who can protect the Yong'an Palace.
No matter what, Aye cannot be dragged into the water because of this matter.
Yuzhu saw that her princess was not very interested and asked tentatively, "Do you want me to find a reason to send the young marquis away?"
Song Jiao pursed his lips when he heard this, "No need, please invite the young Marquis in."
Some things always need to be resolved.
After Yuzhu stepped back, Song Jiao looked at himself in the mirror.
Almond eyes, red lips and green eyebrows, the aura in her eyes almost overflowing.
A little cinnabar burns on the forehead, which makes the whole person delicate and noble.
