It's getting late, please make a quick decision.
It was the hour of Hai at this moment, and the night was already deep. The bright moonlight outside the window illuminated the already quiet courtyard, and even a few rays of moonlight shone in through the window.
Fu Xuechen frowned slightly and asked casually.
"Su Qingli, have you had dinner yet?"
The guard serving beside him was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed in response.
"I sent someone to deliver it at 5 p.m., so I think he should have had dinner by now."
Fu Xuechen said nothing more, lifted his robe, stood up, and walked out steadily.
Passing through the round archway in the moonlight, you will reach Xiaoxiang Garden, the courtyard where Su Qingli has lived in the Su Mansion since she was a child, and it is also her temporary residence now.
Seeing that the candlelight was still on in the room, his Adam's apple moved for a moment and he pushed the door open and walked in.
The food sent by the guards was placed on the table, untouched.
Fu Xuechen walked in with a frown, and touched the dishes with his fingertips. The coldness penetrated his skin through his fingertips. It seemed that the food inside must have been completely cold.
The person who was supposed to be in the room was nowhere to be found.
The whole room was empty.
His eyes darkened, and he threw his robe aside and sat down.
The guards who followed him were also very considerate and cleared the food off the table. They brewed another pot of hot tea and placed it carefully next to him.
Perhaps because of speculation, Su Qingli and Xiaoxiang had a very pleasant conversation.
So much so that I even forgot the time.
By the time they agreed on a date and parted ways, it was almost midnight. The bustling streets became deserted, with few people walking around.
The coldness seeped through the sleeves and almost penetrated into the skin.
Su Qingli subconsciously tightened her clothes and hurried towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.
With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open.
Fu Xuechen was seen sitting at the table with a gloomy face, turning a teacup in his hand. Although he didn't say anything, his aura was chilling.
Su Qingli was caught off guard and suddenly looked into his eyes, locking eyes with him.
Just this one glance made her lower her eyes and purse her lips unnaturally.
"When did the Prime Minister arrive?"
Glancing behind her, Fu Xuechen saw that she came back alone. Anger flashed in his eyes, and he sneered sarcastically.
"Miss Su, have you forgotten that the family name here is no longer Su, but Fu? The entire Prime Minister's Mansion belongs to me. Is there any place I can't go to?"
Yes, this Xiaoxiang Garden is just her temporary residence, and the real owner is Fu Xuechen.
Su Qingli curled her lips in self-mockery, her voice as cold as snow.
"Your Excellency, the Prime Minister is absolutely right. I have overstepped my bounds."
After saying that, she was about to walk around Fu Xuechen and go behind the screen to change clothes and wash up.
But before she took a few steps, she heard the teacup fall suddenly on the table with a loud noise, and then her arm was suddenly pulled and dragged to the side of the table, with a black shadow in front of her.
The lower back hurt from being hit by the table, and Su Qingli couldn't help but frown and groan.
But Fu Xuechen seemed not to hear. He pressed her hand on the table with one hand and pinched her fair neck with the other, forcing her to look up and look at him.
The slightly crimson eyes startled her.
"What? You want to turn your back on me after taking the money?"
"Su Qingli, have you taken my words to heart at all?"
His thin lips were pursed into a line, and his slightly trembling eyebrows revealed Fu Xuechen's anger.
She had clearly told him that she was going out to settle her family.
Why is he so angry?
Suddenly, she remembered what Qingzhu had said before. She closed her eyes, a bitter taste rose on the tip of her tongue, and her chest was instantly filled with sourness.
Or was he blaming himself for not returning home so late and not fulfilling his duties as a concubine?
Su Qingli's eyelashes moved, and she opened her eyes again and looked at him.
At the same time, she raised her hand to touch her collar, and with trembling fingers she took off her clothes, revealing a large area of snow-white skin and infinite spring scenery.
"Since I promised you, I won't regret it."
"It's getting late. Please, Prime Minister, make this a quick decision."
After she finished speaking, her eyes turned red and she turned her head away.
Although the words are not explained, the meaning is very clear.
Looking at her disheveled appearance and fearless face, the veins on Fu Xuechen's forehead bulged and the tip of his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth.
After a long silence, he finally snorted coldly and let go of her hand.
Then he took a step back, putting some distance between him and her, frowning in disgust.
"You're so heartless!"
Fu Xuechen waved his sleeves and left, leaving Su Qingli standing there, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
A tear rolled down her cheeks and fell to the ground. She smiled bitterly a few times, then picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner, covered herself with them, and walked towards the bed behind the screen.
If he hated her so much that he didn't want to touch her, why did he spend three thousand taels to keep her in his mansion as a concubine?
Just to humiliate her?
That night, Su Qingli didn't know how she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already noon. She propped herself up and sat up on the bed, but with just a slight movement, she felt pain in her waist and lower body, which made her frown.
Logically speaking, even if she is a concubine, there should be servants serving her in the house.
But it was almost noon now, and no one came to serve me meals, let alone help me wash and dress.
However, she was happy with the peace and quiet.
Su Qingli sat on the couch for a while, then calmly put on her clothes, fetched a basin of water in the yard, and washed up.
In the past, Qingzhu always did her hair, and she never did it herself.
Now that Qingzhu is not around, she can only imitate Qingzhu, simply pulling her hair down and fixing it with a white jade hairpin inserted diagonally.
Although he doesn't look as noble as before, he looks more relaxed and indifferent.
Fu Xuechen didn't come again for the next few days.
The servants in the mansion are all used to changing with the times. Apart from those who are assigned by the kitchen to deliver meals every day, almost no one is willing to come to Xiaoxiang Garden to seek trouble.
It would be a lie to say I'm not disappointed.
After all, they had been together as a couple for more than two years, and Fu Xuechen had taken good care of her. The original complaints and hatred had long since changed and turned into joy.
She was indeed a little uncomfortable with the sudden appearance of an enemy.
There was not much work to do in Xiaoxiang Garden, and she had already watered the only flower bed in the yard.
In order to fulfill her duties as a concubine, she dared not go out casually and could only stay in the mansion every day.
It was noon, Su Qingli was leaning over the desk, holding a brush, carefully sketching something on the rice paper. If you look closely, you can find that the drawing on the paper is actually the production diagram of sachets.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
Su Qingli moved the ruler away swiftly, rolled up the paper, and placed it in the drawer under the table. Then she responded with feigned calmness.
"Come in!"
The person outside the door came in upon hearing the noise and glanced at her arrogantly.
Seeing her sitting leisurely at the desk, neither arrogant nor impatient, with the same demeanor as before, the maid put the food box in her hand on the table in a bad mood, took out the food inside, and placed it on the table casually, not forgetting to make a few sarcastic remarks.
"You really think you are the former Miss Su!"
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