C11

Aunt Song nodded her head, "Dan Er can be at ease, I will definitely not let her off easy. Before she marries, let her go with her short-lived mother!"

Shen Koudan's eyes lit up. "Mother, you have a good idea?"

This time, there was someone else.

The Emperor's eldest grandson's estate.

Speaking of which, Song Yichen was the only grandson of the old Emperor, so he was naturally a precious gem to him. Although the old Emperor had nine sons, there might not be many who could take on big responsibilities, putting everything else aside, even if it was the crown prince, he had given all of his ability to his son. The crown prince himself was Song Yichen's father.

However, it was also because of this that the old emperor was especially fond of Song Yichen.

Song Yichen was practicing his calligraphy in the study room.

The servant walked in with a bowl of soup in hand. He respectfully said, "Mister Huang, the soup is ready. You can drink it while it's still warm."

This was the medicinal formula Shen Kouqing had given him yesterday.

He had been taking all kinds of prescription since he was young, it was practically a medicine jar, but even so, the medicine Shen Kouqing gave him was still extremely bitter, even more bitter than all the medicinal herbs he had drank before. If not for the fact that this medicine had some effect, he would even suspect that Shen Kouqing was trying to torture her.

Song Yichen put down the brush in his hand and frowned as he drank it all in one gulp.

"How's it going?"

"In reply to the Emperor's eldest grandson, the capital is already filled with rumors. Everyone is already aware of the relationship between Shen Koudan and the Ninth Prince and is in the midst of enthusiastically discussing it."

Song Yichen nodded his head, his handsome eyes still staring at the brush in his hand, unperturbed.

After writing the last word, he threw the brush to the side and instructed the servant, "Go and do another task. Remember, you must complete it well."

After saying a few words, the servant left.

As soon as the door was closed, a gust of wind blew through the open window. A figure came over and knelt down, "Greetings master. The black hawk has accomplished its mission and brought back some clues."

Finished speaking, he walked over and handed over the slip of paper in his hand to Song Yichen.

Song Yichen looked at it for a moment, then laughed coldly: "So it's like that."

He knew very well that the person who had attacked him that day was Song Yuanhui. Besides him, who else would care more about the throne?

Previously, it was only a guess, but now it was the actual evidence in his hands, how could Song Yichen not feel cold?

And the message on the slip of paper said that Song Yuanhui had persuaded General Fu Yuan to help him in killing Song Yichen.

This was also what shocked Song Yichen the most. General Fu Yuan was an upright and upright person, he was never greedy or taking bribes, and was deeply valued by the old emperor. He was indeed a talent, but now he was in the same nest as Song Yuanhui. Was it all an illusion?

Song Yichen thought for a long time before turning his head to ask the black hawk: "Song Yuanhui requests Li Zhiyao's help, does Li Zhiyao agree?"

Black Hawk cupped his fists: "From what this subordinate knows, General Fu Yuan did not agree, he has been claiming that he has not gone to court nor has he gone out, I wonder if he is really sick, or is he hiding from Song Yuanhui."

Song Yichen said: "If he really wants to hide, why would Song Yuanhui look for him?"

Song Yuanhui was a suspicious person, he had never fought battles without any preparation. It seemed that there must be a trade between Song Yuanhui and him.

After a long while, Song Yichen waved his hand and the black hawk tactfully left.

It was almost dark when Song Yichen smiled faintly. It was time to see his wife!

Marquis of Wuling's Mansion.

Shen Kouqing did not idle around today either. She went to try out the wedding attire for her wedding, there were some unsuitable places that needed to be changed. She invited the wedding nanny over, and told Shen Kouqing about the wedding ceremony for the day.

Even Shen Kouqing knew about these things, since she had already been married to Song Yuanhui once. However, Shen Kouqing thought that she had really forgotten about Song Yuanhui, so she listened very carefully.

After the nanny left, Shen Kouqing yawned several times.

Ting Zhu was the one to wash her feet, her heart pained: "Old master, it's true, the date you chose is too close, in ten days time, how can we even make it in time, there are still so many rules to learn … …"

She grumbled and quickly boiled a pot of tea for Shen Kouqing, "Miss, you must be tired, take a sip of tea to rest, I will make some food for you."

After some thought, she said, "What do you think, Miss, there's a bowl of chicken noodle soup, followed by a bowl of crystal dumplings and some delicious pickled vegetables?"

Shen Kouqing laughed: Thank you Ting Zhu, go and prepare!

Ting Zhu went out excitedly.

Just as she left, Shen Kouqing looked around and got off the bed barefooted.

Pouting her bottom, she struggled to pull out a pot of good wine from under the bed.

This was something that she had hidden away, taking advantage of Ting Zhu's absence, she had to drink a mouthful to satisfy her craving.

Shen Kouqing happily poured herself a small cup, and just as she was about to raise her head to drink, the flame in the candle flickered, and at the same time, a playful voice sounded out from behind him: "I didn't expect my wife to be so fond of drinking, it seems that it's not a coincidence!"

"Who is it!" Shen Kouqing subconsciously said. She turned her head and saw Song Yichen sloppily sitting on the table, drinking to his heart's content.

Shen Kouqing immediately stood up, and suddenly remembered that she still wasn't wearing any shoes, and that the woman's bare feet couldn't be seen by men.

She hurriedly tried to hide on the bed, but her feet were covered in mud. It would definitely dirty the bed, so it was naturally inappropriate.

Shen Kouqing didn't know what to do, and used all of her strength to pull her skirt to cover her delicate bare feet.

Song Yichen could not hold back his laughter.

Shen Kouqing was extremely angry and humiliated. She quickly put on her shoes and said angrily: "I never thought that eldest son of the Emperor would have such a hobby, flipping over other people's windows in the middle of the night. It seems like eldest grandson's actions yesterday was not a coincidence!"

She imitated Song Yichen and sent the words back without changing a word.

"You're wrong." Song Yichen shook his head, walking towards Shen Kouqing, his gaze landing on the wine cup, a look of confusion in his eyes.

No matter how she looked at it, Shen Kouqing's current appearance seemed like he was borrowing the alcohol to add to his worries. However, she had single-handedly created Shen Koudan's marriage to her, so what was there for her to worry about.

"Have you seen enough?" Shen Kouqing raised her small face that was the size of a palm, "You like my wine that much?"

"Yours?" Song Yichen was truly shocked, he never thought that his little wife was so powerful that she could even brew wine.

Shen Kouqing snorted: "Is it difficult?"