At noon, Song Zhen came to the courtyard to pick her up and take her back to the mansion. Seeing that she looked listless, he didn't ask any questions. He took off his cloak and draped it over Song Yue, covering half of her face.
After returning home, she slept for a day and a night.
It was only because Granny Zhang was afraid that she would go hungry that she mustered up the courage to lift the bed curtains and softly call out, "Miss."
Half-asleep, Song Yue suddenly remembered that when she was five years old, she had been hungry for two days and couldn't hold back any longer, so she secretly went to the kitchen and stole a steamed bun.
Before she could even take a bite, the old woman grabbed her wrist and kicked her far away. Song Yue fell heavily like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood.
She slept for a long time that time.
In her hazy state, she vaguely saw a fair-skinned figure carefully supporting the back of her head and feeding her bitter and unpleasant medicine.
Song Yue tried to open her eyes wide, wanting to see what the person looked like.
When I opened my eyes, all I saw was Zhang Mama's worried gaze.
"Young lady, you're finally awake." Granny Zhang said gently, "This old servant had the kitchen prepare some light porridge. Please get up and try it."
Song Yue rubbed her temples, feeling weak all over and powerless. She propped herself up and sat up, her vision blurring. After a few moments, she finally came to her senses and spoke in a hoarse voice, "What time is it...?"
"At noon, you had been sleeping all day. The doctor said you had caught a cold and needed to rest for a few days."
It's no wonder you catch a cold after swimming in the river.
The wedding was temporarily put on hold, and the mansion became much quieter. After the meal, Song Huan came to find her: "Third sister, you scared me to death! How did you suddenly fall ill?"
Song Huan was unaware of what had happened last night, and Song Yue, not wanting her to worry, explained, "Perhaps she was feeling chilly and forgot to cover herself with a blanket during the night; it's alright."
Song Huan shrugged and said mysteriously, "Third sister, Prince Guangjia has been assassinated. I heard his injuries are very serious. Several groups of imperial physicians went to Prince Guangjia's residence, and even the Emperor went. Prince Guangjia's wedding has been postponed for the time being."
Song Yue's brow twitched.
Prince Guangjia was not injured yesterday.
"And then there's the Rose Courtyard. When Aunt Yuan heard that Second Sister had died suddenly, she went completely mad. She was cursing and swearing all over the mansion, so Mother moved her to the backyard. Grandmother wanted to send Aunt Fan to the estate, but Mother refused and kept her at the mansion, with people watching her every step of the way. Uncle's death is directly related to Aunt Fan."
Song Yue only came to her senses after hearing this and noticed Song Huan's attire today: a light-colored dress with only a simple red hairpin in her hair.
The clothes that Granny Zhang prepared for her were also very simple and plain.
Presumably, the family has already set up a mourning hall. She couldn't be bothered to go and observe mourning for Song Kaifeng. He's dead; it's a good thing he's done off.
For the next two weeks or so, Song Yue stayed indoors and slacked off.
She rarely left the house and claimed to be ill. Fortunately, Song Zhen often came to visit her. Song Zhen's body gradually became fuller, and her face also gained some weight.
Neither sibling mentioned Song Kaifeng, a tacit understanding between them.
Only after the mourning hall was removed from the mansion did the mansion gradually return to its usual rhythm.
On this day, envoys from the Eastern Sea arrived in the Northern Chu region from the southern border.
The Northern Chu state hosted a banquet in their honor, but no one from the Duke of Jingguo's mansion attended. They only heard that the banquet was very lively, with the princesses of both countries performing a dance that amazed everyone.
In just one night, Princess Lian'an of Japan became famous far and wide.
Princess Lingqi of the Southern Frontier is heroic and unrestrained.
Song Yue remembered that in her previous life, there was no marriage alliance between the two countries before Northern Chu led its troops into battle. As for the fate of the princesses of the two countries, she did not know.
The following day, Song Yue was to enter the palace to pay her respects.
Unfortunately, I encountered one of them in the palace. She was dressed in foreign clothing and wore a hat with a white fox fur brim and several silver tassels or small pink pearls hanging down to her chest.
The woman stood in the Imperial Garden, a bright and sunny smile on her face, like a beautiful peony in full bloom, her silvery laughter extremely pleasant to the ear.
The maids surrounding the woman clapped and cheered.
Song Yue's lips curved into a smile; this woman was as radiant as a little sun.
Perhaps noticing her gaze, the woman stopped and waved to Song Yue: "Third Miss!"
"I've heard so much about you, seeing is believing! You're quite the beauty, Third Miss!" The woman smiled brightly, her starry eyes fixed on her.
"Young lady, this is Princess Lian'an of Japan."
Japan...
Song Yue curtsied: "Princess."
"You don't need to be so polite." Princess Lian'an helped Song Yue up. "Brother Zhiyan told me about you. You had a very difficult childhood. I will take good care of you in the future."
Um?
Song Yue frowned almost imperceptibly.
“You are younger than me, may I call you Sister Yue from now on?” Princess Lian’an held Song Yue’s hand with her fair and delicate hand: “If Brother Zhiyan marries someone else, I will definitely be unhappy, but you are different.”
Song Yue raised an eyebrow but did not respond.
Princess Lian'an waited for a long time but the other party didn't ask. So she simply said to herself, "You are more pitiful. I shouldn't argue with you."
These words angered not only Song Yue, but even Yun Dong couldn't hold back. Song Yue gently withdrew her hand, a smile curving her lips: "The princess is right."
No matter what Princess Lian'an said, Song Yue didn't get angry. She smiled and agreed, like a puppet without a temper.
“You’ve been on the estate for thirteen years, without the love of your father and mother, and you’ve been maliciously bullied by wicked servants. You’ve suffered so much. I feel the same way as Brother Zhiyan. How could I bear to bully you?” Princess Lian’an’s eyes reddened as she pouted and said indignantly, “Brother Zhiyan is soft-hearted. He must know that your reputation has been ruined, which is why he wanted to marry you. Unfortunately, your father has passed away and you have to observe three years of mourning.”
Song Yue narrowed her eyes. This Princess Lian'an really couldn't say anything nice.
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