Wuming responded and left first, leaving only He Yanting and Jiang Zhiyu.

"Why are you back?" He Yanting asked softly, "What did you lose?"

Jiang Zhiyu hummed and stared at his cuffs.

[I didn't expect this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes...]

"Is this why you're pleading for him?"

【Life should be colorful, but you stopped at yellow.】

He Yanting: “…”

A faint blush stained his ears. "Of course not. The Nan Gu people are treacherous and cunning. They are just leaving a helper for you."

After the imperial examination, he went to the Mobei border, and Jiang Zhiyu was about to set off for Nan Gu.

The battle with the Oirat Mongols would not be over in a short period of time, so he naturally had to give it more consideration.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes slightly, glanced at him suspiciously, and walked away unsteadily with her hands crossed.

He Yanting let out a light breath, put the spices deeper into his sleeves, and then chased after him.

…

Three days later, Song Shiwei returned to the prime minister's residence.

"He only married me into the mansion for the sake of good fortune, and he even refused to perform the ceremony of a concubine."

Song Shiwei knelt on the ground with red eyes and complained. Jiang Zhaorong sat in the main seat, looking at her meaningfully.

Tao Hong, who was standing by, looked at Song Shiwei, then at Jiang Zhaorong. Seeing that his expression was not angry, she rolled her eyes and walked forward, helped Song Shiwei up, and said affectionately, "This child has suffered so much. Tell me about that one, he is still a prince after all, and the ceremony for his concubine was so shabby that the people are laughing at him."

Song Shiwei sobbed twice, and Taohong took a handkerchief to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, go back to the Prime Minister's residence and live there for a few days. He has you in his heart and will definitely come to find you."

Although the time for her to return home had passed, it was well known that Jiang Zhaorong doted on her adopted daughter and did many things to prepare her for marriage.

In comparison, just going back home to stay for a few days is not a big deal.

What's more, Jiang Zhaorong has not yet found the clue to the treasure on Song Shiwei.

Taohong thought it was a good thing, and while making the suggestion, she gave Jiang Zhaorong a look that sought credit.

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath.

He was just wondering what to do when Song Shiwei came to him.

The timing was quite fortuitous.

Song Shiwei pretended to refuse: "I appreciate your kindness, Auntie, but I am going to get married after all. If I stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion, wouldn't it make the Prime Minister's Mansion also be ridiculed..."

"It's only a few days, it's no big deal."

Jiang Zhaorong said this, his face slightly gloomy: "It just so happens that I have something to ask you."

Song Shiwei looked at him and replied softly, "Yes."

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.

…

Song Shiwei still lived in her old courtyard, but no one had lived there for a long time and the house was covered with dust.

While Taohong's servants were cleaning, Song Shiwei was in her yard, teasing her nominal younger brother.

He is Taohong's son and currently the only young master in the mansion.

After knowing that Jiang Zhaorong favored Song Shiwei because of the treasures of the previous dynasty behind him, Taohong's hostility towards Song Shiwei almost disappeared.

The two of them get along in rare harmony.

The child is now almost one year old and can walk slowly with the help of something. However, due to physical reasons, he becomes so tired that he falls to the ground after walking a few steps.

For this purpose, the floor of the Peach Blossom House was covered with carpets.

Song Shiwei shook the rattle, his eyes soft. Tao Hong also chuckled and comforted him, "A little quarrel between the two of them is just for fun, but a big quarrel is harmful to the body. After all, he is also a prince. In terms of status, we are marrying above our station."

Song Shiwei took a deep breath and said, "I know, but I just feel wronged."

Tao Hong patted her hands and said, "It's just the ceremony of becoming a concubine. If it's gone, it's gone. If you can win his heart and make him your principal wife, then you will have everything, right?"

Song Shiwei paused and looked up at her.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a shout from outside the house. It was Jiang Zhaorong who sent someone to tell her to go to the study.

Song Shiwei bowed to Taohong and walked out.

She followed the attendant all the way and was already familiar with the route.

When she reached the door, she stepped into the study and the door was closed from the outside.

Song Shiwei's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and she pretended to be confused and asked, "What is father doing?"

"What did Xiao Yanli say to you?"

Song Shiwei's pupils dilated for a moment, but she still said, "Shiwei told him about her dissatisfaction with the concubine ceremony, but he said that Shiwei married into the prince's mansion for the purpose of getting married. Now that the emperor has recovered, this ceremony is unnecessary."

As she spoke, tears began to fall again.

The hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched into a fist.

Jiang Zhaorong's face was hidden in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

After a long while, Jiang Zhaorong finally said, "You are just fooling around. You acted like this just for such a small matter. Fortunately, there is no one else in the Sixth Prince's mansion. If someone took advantage of the situation and broke in, you would cry."

Song Shiwei exhaled softly before saying, "Shiwei will follow father's teachings."

"Prime Minister, please come over to Aunt Tao."

Jiang Zhaorong let out a light sigh and stood up.

Only then did Song Shiwei see his expression clearly, which was no different from usual.

Could it be that the question just now was really out of concern for her?

Your Highness has been fooled, and Jiang Zhaorong is unaware of this?

Song Shiwei was confused. When she saw Jiang Zhaorong going out, she hurriedly followed him.

"Stay here and wait for me," he said in a flat voice. "I don't think it's a big deal. I'll be back as soon as possible because I have something to ask you."

Song Shiwei responded.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and there were servants guarding outside the study.

Song Shiwei sat back in his chair, his eyes frequently glancing at the desk and a landscape painting hanging behind it.

Do you want to go and see it?

The time Jiang Zhaorong took to go back and forth was enough for her to find the letter her mother left behind, provided that Xiao Yanli told her the location of the secret door.

As long as she moved more quietly, the people guarding outside the study would never notice anything.

Song Shiwei's heart was beating like a drum, her toes were rubbing lightly on the ground, and her eyes looked at the door and then at the desk.

After a long time, she stood up as if she had made up her mind.

"Miss."

The servants guarding outside the door bowed to her when they saw her come out.

"The master has told you to wait here for a moment and he will be back soon."

Song Shi nodded slightly: "It's stuffy in the room, I came out for a walk."

After she finished speaking, she strolled around the yard, admiring the flowers and grass.

On the other side, in the peach-red house.

Jiang Zhaorong was teasing her son when a servant hurried over and whispered in his ear.

Jiang Zhaorong's expression remained unchanged. After the servant finished speaking, she said, "I understand. Go down."

"master?"

"Nothing, I have some official business to attend to, I'll be leaving first."

He pinched his son's face, stood up and left.

On the way back to the study, he said, "She hasn't moved since I left?"

"Yes, not long after you left, she probably felt stuffy in the study, so she came out and just admired the flowers in the courtyard, and never entered the study again."