Chapter 32 Choice

According to Song Zijin, long-term use of that spice would cause male infertility, and the person who suffered the most in the whole incident was the mother.

According to Xiao Jin's plan, he would first force his mother to accept the rude request. However, just when she was looking forward to good news from Mianmian's belly, it was likely that her son was not saved and her grandson was not going to be saved.

Of course, these are not the most embarrassing things. It was only when the fact that Mianmian was actually Xiao Jin’s legal wife was exposed that the palace really lost face and lost its substance.

Xiao Jin obviously wanted to kill someone and destroy their heart.

Even if the news were to be revealed one day, Xiao Jin could use his eloquence to portray himself as a pitiful man whose love was snatched away by his own brother, thus winning a lot of sympathy.

In the end, he might even shamelessly take over the royal title and win everything.

As for this wife, he didn't care. After all, he had already lost two wives, so how could he be missing another one, Song Zijin?

What a good plan.

The only thing Xiao Jin overlooked in this matter was Song Zijin.

After marrying into the Xiao family, she lived a cautious life, and it was precisely because of this that she had the opportunity to escape now.

Xiao Linyuan stroked the rice paper, and his trembling fingertips made a faint sound on the paper, but the chirping in his heart was more annoying than the harsh sound.

How should he deal with his relationship with Song Zijin?

It is impossible to pretend that something that has already happened has not happened.

A gentleman pays attention to propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame. Propriety is what distinguishes humans from animals.

And his concubine's sister-in-law...how can he be called a gentleman?

The current situation is so difficult for him that he has no way out. Whether he takes her in or marries her, it would be disgraceful.

In the eyes of outsiders, he has become a complete synonym for shamelessness; he would lose his dignity if he did not marry or take his concubine as his daughter-in-law, and he bullied his concubine's sister-in-law but did not take responsibility, which made him no different from a bad guy like Xiao Jin.

No matter what choice he made, the only one who was bullied and humiliated to the dust was Song Zijin.

As a man, he could completely ignore the opinions of outsiders, and some people would even praise him for his elegance and romanticism; as a woman, Song Zijin's reputation was ruined for her entire life.

A strong sense of hostility flashed in Xiao Linyuan's eyes, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the note, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

When he learned about Xiao Jin's life experience in the past, he was conflicted, but this was a matter of the previous generation after all, and he had always been indifferent to interpersonal relationships, so he didn't worry too much.

Xiao Jin is coming towards him, and he has to take the fight back, even if it means destroying the whole world.

But now with the innocent Song Zijin standing in the middle, things suddenly became tricky.

She was so delicate that if Song Ze and others hadn't been waiting for her to be rescued, she would have died long ago.

So no matter what, this matter cannot be exposed...

It seems that the only option is to get rid of the culprit.

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As it got dark, Song Zijin glanced at the full closet of clothes and the jewelry on the dressing table, and was a little unsure how to face Xiao Linyuan.

At this time, Chunsheng suddenly knocked on the door. Song Zijin thought he was calling her to come over for dinner, but she saw Chunsheng coming in with food.

"The prince has something to do, so let the girl have dinner in her own room."

Song Zijin was stunned for a moment.

It’s better not to eat together. This guy is so bad, always forcing her to eat so much.

But eating alone was a bit boring, so she pulled Fu Yue to sit down and said, "It's just the two of us, no need to set out the dishes."

The two sat face to face. Fu Yue had a good appetite. The chef of the Song Mansion was far inferior to that of the Wang Mansion. She had only been there for two days and had already gained some weight.

In the past, when Song Zijin had no appetite, he would watch Fu Yue eat, and his appetite would return after watching her.

But this trick seemed to be ineffective today. Fu Yue was almost done with the second bowl, but Song Zijin still hadn't finished half of it.

"Girl, don't you like winter melon and pork ribs the most? They're super delicious. Come and try them!"

Song Zijin pulled the corner of his mouth, forced himself to eat two more pieces of ribs before putting down his chopsticks.

"Girl, without the prince forcing you, you're eating cat food again!"

Song Zijin's cheeks flushed, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense. At noon, the prince was watching you eat eight pieces of pork ribs and nine pieces of meat. Just now, you ate four pieces of pork ribs, two pieces of green leaves, and drank half a bowl of soup!"

"..." Song Zijin was speechless, "Why are you counting my food intake?"

"Don't change the subject. Is it because the prince is so beautiful that you can eat more just by looking at his face?"

Song Zijin became even more annoyed, put down his chopsticks and tickled Fu Yue's armpits.

"Bad girl, I'll punish you!"

Chunsheng stood outside the door holding the snowflake soup and shook his head.

With no one to accompany him, the prince only ate less than a small bowl of rice, his face dark, as if someone owed him ten thousand taels and refused to pay it back.

On the other hand, Miss Mianmian, without the prince watching, could play and laugh while eating.

My Lord, there is something wrong with him.

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A dreamless night.

Although he went to bed early, Song Zijin felt very heavy and did not feel tired even after sleeping for four or five hours.

A slender white hand lifted the bed curtain, and the aroma of food wafted in.

My chest feels a little tight.

Maybe it's because the weather is getting hot again.

Fu Yue came over to help her dress up. She had an appointment with Liao Yan to go to the clinic last night to discuss the layout of the shop, so she just did a simple bun like a man and tied it with a green hair tie.

"Was it Chunsheng who delivered the breakfast?" Song Zijin asked casually.

"Chunsheng called me, and we went to the kitchen together to get it. Chunsheng was so nice, he even introduced me to the chef. I didn't expect the chef in the palace to be an older woman! Her surname is Wei, and she said that in the future, if you want to eat something, I can tell her in advance. She is very skillful, and when she heard that I like to eat fermented rice balls, she made a pot of them specially. You should try it, too!"

Song Zijin took a bite and it wasn't very sweet.

"Miss, can I give Chunsheng a sachet? I don't have any other skills, I only know how to do needlework. I'm not trying to woo Chunsheng, I just want a peach or something!"

"It's a return of favor, so first ask Chunsheng if he has a girlfriend. If not, you can give him one."

Before leaving, Song Zijin looked back at the main house. The door was closed tightly and not even a fly could fly in.

She was thinking that the next time she would bleed him would be in three days, and before that, she was afraid she wouldn't have the chance to see him again.

But apart from treating the disease, there was really no need for them to meet.

I rubbed my chest vigorously. Maybe it was because his health had improved that he became busier and had to distance himself from me.

No matter why, it's better to stay away from it. My mother said that not being annoying is the most basic etiquette.

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