I saw the young man lying beside the bed, fainting and peacefully...
How did the young lady do it?
One of the confidants carried Shen Yutang on his back, and the other person very wisely took all the luggage that Qi Yuan had packed.
Song Jing said to Qi Yuan with a complicated expression: "Young Madam, let's go back to the Imperial Garden."
Qi Yuan paused for two seconds and suddenly thought of Shen Yutang's indifference when he asked her to get off the car yesterday. For some reason, she actually wanted to escape.
But she still said: "Okay."
Now that she is the young lady of the Shen family, she must go back.
As for Shen Yutang's attitude towards her, what does it matter? Shen Yutang had been indifferent and distant from her for five years in his previous life.
Now, what is difficult for her to accept?
Qi Yuan lowered her head, no one knew what she was thinking, and she walked in front alone.
Song Jing grabbed Lu Ling from behind.
He lowered his voice and said to Lu Ling: "Miss Lu, you are the young madam's friend. Can you please not tell anyone else about the young lady's affairs today?"
Hearing Miss Lu's voice, Lu Ling shuddered and asked doubtfully: "...Why?"
Song Jing said apologetically: "In order to protect the young madam, the eldest young master doesn't want others to know that the young madam is married to the eldest young master. You know, being the eldest young master's wife will bring many dangers and calculations, and the second young master Madam, you will be safe."
Lu Ling suddenly realized: "So that's it. Qi Yuan is marrying Young Master Shen. For her safety, she announced to the outside world that she is marrying Young Master Shen. I will tell you why something is wrong today. Don't worry, I won't tell." Others are."
Song Jing continued: "It's best not to mention what happened today in front of the young lady in the future."
"Why can't I mention it in front of Qi Yuan?"
Song Jing pushed up his glasses and said with a heartbeat on his face: "The young madam is not very accepting of the young master yet. The young madam is a little angry about what happened today. If she hears too much, she may get divorced in anger."
Lu Ling thought for a while, Qi Yuan had always liked that scumbag Song Ziqian before, but Shen Yutang was better than that scumbag Song Ziqian in every way. He finally married a big boss and supported him. He absolutely could not get divorced and become that scumbag's licking dog again. .
So Lu Ling nodded righteously, "Okay, I agree to this. I will pretend that nothing happened today."
Song Jing nodded and said, "Thank you very much."
Lu Ling patted Song Jing on the shoulder and said proudly: "We are all friends. Don't worry about trivial matters."
Song Jing's shoulder hurt from being slapped, but he endured it...
After talking through Lu Ling, Song Jing chased after him.
The young madam's attitude just now made Song Jing realize that the young madam didn't seem to be able to guess the truth. The young madam thought the person who appeared today was the second young master!
Song Jing remembered something. There was a burn mark on the young master's palm, and there were large scratches on the upper part of the wrist. Those were injuries sustained when he went to Qi's house to save the young lady yesterday, and the bleeding was finally stopped.
Now the wound is only covered by the sleeves, and the wound on the palm is not very conspicuous. It would be difficult to notice it if the young man didn't open his hand.
Song Jing calmly took off his coat and put it on the young man, covering the injured hand.
If Qi Yuan hadn't been a little groggy from illness today, he might have been able to find the injury on his palm and guess something.
But there is no if.
…
Qi Yuan returned to the imperial garden.
The Royal Garden is a little too quiet, and the new housekeeper and maid are not here.
There was only one Song Xiao, standing at the gate like a pacesetter.
Seeing Song Jing and the others appear, Song Xiao rushed over immediately with a nervous look on his face.
Song Jing nodded to Song Xiao.
Song Xiao was relieved.
The second young master was quickly sent back to his room.
Just as Qi Yuan was about to go upstairs, he glanced at Shen Yutang's room on the second floor, and then said to Song Xiao, "Please arrange another room for me."
What Shen Yutang needs is to keep her distance. She has to know her own interests and don't let others chase her away.
Song Xiao was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, the young master must have offended the young lady to death this time.
We've only been married for two days, and we're about to sleep in separate rooms!
Just when Song Xiao was about to refuse, Song Jing agreed: "Okay, Song Xiao, please help the young lady arrange a room immediately."
It is really not suitable for the eldest young master and the young madam to live together now, otherwise the eldest young master's injuries will be discovered too easily.
You can't keep saying that the young master is not here until the wound on your palm has completely recovered.
Song Xiao, who wanted to help the eldest son refuse, immediately shut up. Although he didn't understand why his brother made such an arrangement, his brother's arrangements were always right.
Now that the housekeeper and maid were not around, Song Xiao took Qi Yuan to choose a guest room.
Song Xiao kept talking along the way: "Young Madam, don't worry, these guest rooms are all cleaned up. There is not much in the Royal Garden, but there are many rooms. Well... Young Madam, there is one more thing, can you please let me know? Uncle Zhang is back, everyone is not used to the absence of Uncle Zhang in the Royal Garden."
Qi Yuan half-drowsed his eyes and said without energy: "I don't have that much power, and I don't interfere in any affairs of the imperial garden."
Song Xiao quickly shook his head: "That's not what I meant. Uncle Zhang was sent back to his old house by the young master because... he asked the young lady to go see the second young master. If the young madam is willing to let Uncle Zhang come back, the young master will definitely I won’t object.”
Qi Yuan said nothing.
Song Xiao's excited voice suddenly became a little low: "Young Master... there are not many people you can trust. Uncle Zhang has watched the young master grow up. Uncle Zhang has been taking care of the young master's daily life these years. I trust Uncle Zhang very much, so...that's why I made this request. It doesn't matter if the young lady doesn't want to, just treat it as if I didn't say anything."
Qi Yuan thought of the old man who worked hard for Shen Yutang in his previous life, and even died for Shen Yutang.
Her steps on the steps paused, and she hummed: "If I can count on what I said, then let Uncle Zhang come back."
In Qi Yuan's heart, she owed Shen Yutang enough in her previous life.
No matter how cold and distant Shen Yutang was, he was indeed the only person who was kind to her besides her relatives.
How could an old man who was loyal to Shen Yutang be forced to leave because of her?
Even if Uncle Zhang hates her, it doesn't matter.
In her previous life, she kept quarreling with Shen Yutang, but Uncle Zhang resented her for five years.
Song Xiao suddenly smiled with a smile on his face: "Thank you so much, Madam. By the way, yesterday... and yesterday, the young master asked the young madam to get off the bus, not because he had any objections to the young madam, but..."
"You don't have to tell me this, I don't care." Qi Yuan interrupted Song Xiao directly.
Then she entered the guest room with a cold expression.
Song Xiao was left with his mouth open and his face full of melancholy.
The young madam, whom the young master cares so much about, looks like she has a long way to go...
…
After Qi Yuan returned to his room, Song Xiao brought dinner not long after.
There was a lot of fish and meat, but Qi Yuan felt tired after just one look at it. He only ate a few mouthfuls of white rice and stopped eating.
She was not in a stable mood, so she simply took out the drawing paper, mixed the paint, and started painting.
It was the first time I picked up a brush after my rebirth. After several years of practice, my painting skills have matured a lot, but the despair and madness in my artistic conception have become even more intense than before.
The pen and ink traveled along the pen tip on the drawing paper, and Qi Yuan's mood gradually calmed down.
Two hours later, the finished product came out.
Qi Yuan looked at the works on the drawing paper and was a little silent.
Her paintings seem to be hopeless, full of darkness and violence.
She was in hell, stained dirty by the blood and hatred. Even now she wears white clothes and skirts every day, she still feels dirty, dirty in her bones.
