Are you happy that you and Xiao Ci are about to get married?
Song Qinghuan raised his head to look at her, then looked back, but did not answer. He only handed the brocade box to Taxue: "Send it to Madam, it belongs to the Wei family."
Texue left in response, and before leaving, he raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qingyan.
Song Qinghuan sent everyone who was waiting in the room out, and then took Song Qingyan to sit on the heated kang.
"You have no choice when you come here. When you choose a husband in the future, you will have a choice."
Neither Wei Yutang nor Xiao Ci was chosen by Song Qinghuan sincerely, and even Xiao Wei was not the original one.
The reason why Wei Yutang was chosen was because he wanted the Song family to have someone to rely on and to keep the Song family away from disputes, but he didn't just like it.
As for Xiao Ci, she didn't think much about it.
But without the Wei family, she was neither happy nor sad about marrying Xiao Ci in the future. She just jumped from a small fire pit into a big fire pit.
Song Qinghuan was not sad yet, but Song Qingyan cried for her first.
He muttered vaguely: "It's not fair, it's not fair..."
There are many unfair things in this world, and this is not the only one.
Xiao Yun's place was also very busy, checking things sent by the Wei family with her grandma.
Originally planning to get married to the Wei family, he ate all the edible things sent by the Wei family, used all the available materials for clothes, and filled Song Wende's study room with calligraphy and paintings.
Now that we can't get married, not only the tokens have to be returned, but also the things sent by the Wei family. If they don't pay back, they have to be converted into silver. It would be better if the two families no longer have anything to do with each other.
Ever since Song Qinghuan came out of the palace last time, Xiao Yun had been preparing for such a day. She had already sent people to check out all the gift lists, and now she just had to look at the lists to find them.
Texue brought several things from Song Qinghuan's house along with the red bird hairpin.
He said, "The girl said that these belong to the Wei family, and I have to trouble my wife to send them back to Lizhou together."
Xiaoyun didn't even look at what it was, so she asked the maid to take it and sighed.
"You tell her and I know everything."
Texue left in response. Xiaoyun just stopped doing what was at hand and felt her heart was filled with panic.
Although Song Qinghuan was not her biological child, she had watched her grow up after all. This time her marriage was not going well, so how could she, as a mother, have it easy?
I thought I was destined to be with that child of the Wei family, but now I see that I am just destined to have no connection with him.
The Xiaoyun family was also very efficient in doing things. Someone from the palace came to deliver the edict, and by the time the Wei family's belongings were packed down, the tokens and letters were sent to the Wei family in Lizhou by boat.
Song Qinghuan himself couldn't figure out what his emotions were. He lay on the bed and slept for a whole day. At night, his eyes were open as if they were fried fish. He couldn't sleep anymore, and he was thinking about some random things in his mind, until
The sound of the window coffin opening and closing was heard, and she sat up suddenly, grabbing the scissors placed under the pillow and not letting go.
There was still a yellowish light on the corner of the couch, and Xiao Ci reached out to lift the curtain in a familiar manner. Before he saw anyone, he felt a cold wind pass by on his face. He turned sideways and saw the shining scissors.
He hurriedly reached out and grabbed Song Qinghuan's wrist, took it from her hand, threw it on the table, and plunged it into it.
"Why, before I even get through the door, I'm thinking about murdering my husband and preparing to become a widow."
Xiao Ci smiled, grabbed Song Qinghuan's hand and sat on the edge of the couch. The heavy warm curtain hung down, and for a while he couldn't see Song Qinghuan's face clearly.
Song Qinghuan pulled his hand out of Xiao Ci's hand, kicked him again, and cursed: "Shameless villain."
Song Qinghuan had not seen him since that day when he came back from the palace. Half a month had passed, and no matter how stupid she was, she had already figured out what was wrong.
There are not so many coincidences in this world.
Xiao Ci was working for Empress Dowager Jiang to make a living, so he should have already seen the reason why Empress Dowager Jiang invited all the girls into the palace.
He was a very deep-minded person, and based on Song Qinghuan's understanding of him, as long as he didn't want to, he could escape even if the Empress Dowager Jiang set up a dragnet.
How could it be possible that I just happened to be drugged and that I just happened to meet him?
Such a coincidence, I'm afraid he just came here on his own.
After she had thought through this, it was impossible for her to say that she was not angry.
Xiao Ci stretched out his hand and pulled her ankle into the palm of his hand. When she scolded him, he also laughed.
Shamelessly said: "Even a villain has no choice. As the saying goes, if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog. Whatever I am, you will follow suit."
"Bah..." Song Qinghuan spat angrily, raised his other foot and kicked it again.
He said rudely: "Shameless thing."
"You don't even look at how old you are. Your son and daughter are already that old, and you still think about old cows eating young grass."
Xiao Ci said: "To put it bluntly, you were probably the oldest among the young grasses in the litter that day..."
"You..." Song Qinghuan exploded immediately.
Compared to Song Qinghuan's explosive behavior, Xiao Ci was in a very good mood. He lifted up the brocade quilt and covered her feet for her, and then smiled again: "It's such a big deal, it's not worth getting angry like this."
He sat next to Song Qinghuan, with a smile on his eyes and brows, he said: "Even if you are your oldest idiot, I will not despise you at all."
Song Qinghuan turned away and ignored him, just feeling angry.
Among the girls from various families that Empress Dowager Jiang hosted a banquet, she was indeed the oldest and the one who had been married before. There was nothing to argue about.
But it’s not just being angry.
Xiao Ci saw her expression in his eyes, lowered his eyebrows, and then smiled again.
He looked solemn and said seriously: "Qing Huan, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? I have gone through such a big circle just to marry you back. For what reason, don't you know at all?
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"For what?" Song Qinghuan glanced at him, then turned away and said, "Is it for you to take care of your child?"
But my heart was beating wildly for no reason.
She wanted to hear what Xiao Ci had to say, but she was also afraid of what he would say. Before he could speak, she said hurriedly: "You are about the same age as my father."
Xiao Ci laughed angrily at her, but he couldn't say anything. He stretched out his hand and tapped her, then glared at her again: "You heartless little thing."
For a moment, she felt depressed and panicked. With a move of her hand, she leaned forward under the brocade quilt, pinched Song Qinghuan's chin and said: "You are already old, and you still want to be my king's daughter. You are not ashamed."
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The corner of his lips curled up, but he said something that made Song Qinghuan ashamed.