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After a while, she grabbed her wine pot and was about to drink another mouthful, but was stopped by Song Yichen.

The moonlight was hazy, like a silver light pouring down. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and the remaining contours of his face became even more distinct.

The Marquis of Wu Ling really doted on her, but there were so many people in the mansion, so many things weren't up to her to decide. Even if he didn't want to, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to change the outcome.

Song Yichen looked at Shen Kouqing, and suddenly said: "How about you marry me?"

"What did you say?" Just as he was about to refuse, he heard him say again: "You promised me in the afternoon at the inn that you would take good care of my body. Since that's the case, if you don't marry me, how can it be convenient?"

Shen Kouqing never thought that the plan she designed would actually trick herself as well.

Song Yichen's sword-like eyebrows carried an intoxicating softness. "Tonight, I have come precisely for this matter."

Shen Kouqing did not say a word. She turned around and looked at the moon that was at the peak of autumn, and when she turned around, her eyes rippled with ridicule.

Song Yichen was actually playing word games with her!

But since things had progressed to this point, she had no other choice. If she went back on her words, it was not her style, so she decided to marry Song Yichen instead.

Song Yichen suddenly stood up and pulled Shen Kouqing's hand. She subconsciously wanted to dodge, but when he raised his head and met with Song Yichen's eyes that were filled with a smile that was not a smile, he stopped in his tracks.

"I will come tomorrow to propose marriage."

"Tomorrow?" Shen Kouqing was shocked. She would come tomorrow as well.

He raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

Shen Kouqing immediately shook her head.

The hand holding the jug of wine trembled, not in panic, but in hatred.

As long as she thought about what Song Yuanhui had done to her, she could not control the rage in her heart, and wanted to kill him personally to quell the hatred in her heart.

Song Yichen remained calm and collected as he grabbed the wine pot.

"Give it back to me."

"You really want to drink it?" Song Yichen's voice had at some point been tainted with a trace of danger.

Without waiting for Shen Kouqing to reply, Song Yichen suddenly raised his head and drank. In her panicking expression, he accurately grabbed his arm, bent down, and kissed her.

Dense wine flowed out from between her lips. White liquid dripped onto each other's clothes, and the aroma of alcohol slowly diffused into the air, filling the tip of her nose.

Only then did Shen Kouqing remember to struggle, but it was too late.

Song Yichen lingered on her lips for a long time before reluctantly parting. His eyes that were tainted with a bit of lust stared at Shen Kouqing, and laughed: "Do you still want to drink more?"

Shen Kouqing extended her leg and kicked. Song Yichen dodged nimbly and accidentally kicked the table.

A crisp sound rang out in the darkness. Shen Kouqing immediately stiffened, and heard the sound of footsteps coming over from outside.

"Miss, what's wrong?" It was Ting Zhu's voice.

She knocked on the door outside, her voice urgent.

Song Yichen pulled the window, quietly left, the corners of his clothes fluttered, Ting Zhu pushed the door and entered.

The jug of wine fell to the ground, as wine continuously spilled out. Ting Zhu was completely confused.

"Nothing." Shen Kouqing laughed lightly: "I accidentally knocked over the wine pot, get out."

Ting Zhu had thought that Shen Kouqing was in a bad mood because of Song Yuanhui, but seeing her smile so relaxed, she realized that she had overthought things.

Shen Kouqing looked out of the window. Song Yichen was no longer there, everything that had happened seemed like a dream. There seemed to be someone's breath on his lips.

Shen Kouqing fell asleep after a long while.

The moon outside was especially bright and the stars shone brightly in the sky. She tossed and turned, not thinking about Song Yuanhui, but Song Yichen.

This man had suddenly barged into her world like a clear spring, flowing into her heart without any forewarning. It rippled slightly, and the slightest movement could shock her entire heart.

Shen Kouqing tightly held onto her blanket until almost dawn. Only then did she feel a strong sense of sleepiness and fell asleep.

"Miss! "Miss!"

Shen Kouqing thought that just as she closed her eyes, she heard someone calling her. She opened her eyes and saw that Ting Zhu was standing at the side with a face full of joy.

"Miss, you've finally woken up. Master wants you to come to the front hall immediately!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Shen Kouqing yawned sleepily.

Ting Zhu smiled ambiguously, and poked the back of Shen Kouqing's neck: "Miss, are you still pretending to be ignorant with this servant?"

Shen Kouqing was startled, was it Song Yichen?

This guy really kept his word.

Shen Kouqing did not dare delay any longer and immediately washed herself. She tied up her hair into a random bun and went to the front hall.

At the same time, in the front hall.

Song Yichen did not come, and Song Yuanhui came instead. The Marquis of Wu Ling and the Aunt Song were also there, as well as Shen Koudan.

When Shen Kouqing arrived, it was like that. Looking left and right, she slowly walked over and greeted: "Greetings Ninth Prince."

"Kou Qing, you're finally here. Sit down."

Song Yuanhui said happily, he pointed to the empty seat beside him, and beside him sat Shen Koudan.

frowned and did not move forward. Instead, he thought to himself, Shen Koudan is going to marry Song Yuanhui soon, so it would make sense to sit in front of him, but why does she want to sit in front of him? They sat on equal ground.

Shen Kouqing was shocked by this thought as she stood there quietly.

The Marquis of Wu Ling coughed lightly and said to Shen Kouqing: "Qing'er, the reason why the Ninth Prince came here today is because of Dan Er, you should know as well. It's just that the Ninth Prince said that he wanted you to enter the Ninth Prince's Mansion with him.

"Your daughter doesn't want to." Shen Kouqing answered without hesitation, her eyes full of determination.

"Kou Qing, you …"

Song Yuanhui was stunned, he could not understand.

If he married the two young mistresses from Wuling Mansion, he would definitely get the help of the Marquis of Wu Ling. He knew that Shen Kouqing had always liked him, and her intentions were very obvious.

Shen Kouqing raised his head, and laughed: "Didn't you hear it clearly, Ninth Prince? "I'll repeat what I just said, I'm not willing to do it."

The last three words were very clear, one after another.

Shen Kouqing was extremely disgusted with Song Yuanhui, marrying two at the same time was something he could think of!

The dignified ninth prince actually had such a dirty secret. Not many people would believe it when word of this spread!

Song Yuanhui was completely stunned.

Something good was about to happen, but something unexpected had happened, catching him off guard.