Song Yue raised an eyebrow: "What is Prince Pei doing?"
"I want you to swear by your own mouth that my mother is not in the Duke of Jingguo's mansion!" Pei Zhao said coldly, having not slept for several days.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and gleamed with murderous intent.
His gaze was fixed intently on Song Yue's expression. Song Yue curled her lips and said, "Why should I listen to you and prove myself? The innocent are innocent. What does your mother's disappearance have to do with me?"
"Song Yue, how can you be so heartless?" Pei Zhao said with some disappointment, "Is it because I didn't marry you back then that you hold a grudge?"
Song Yue was both amused and exasperated.
Snap!
A folding fan landed heavily on Pei Zhao's wrist.
The pain caused Pei Zhao to instinctively loosen his grip. He frowned as he looked at the newcomer, Prince Guangjia, dressed in a black robe, gently waving a folding fan in his hand: "What is Prince Pei doing in public?"
"This is between her and me, it has nothing to do with Your Highness." Pei Zhao reached out to grab Song Yue again.
Whoosh!
The fan unfolded, blocking Pei Zhao's view.
Song Yue took two steps back.
Prince Guangjia frowned: "I am her cousin. How can I stand idly by, given our brotherly bond?"
Pei Zhao's gaze lingered on the two of them, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "It seems the rumors from years ago were true. Everyone said I was a heartless man, but who knew that breaking off the engagement was a choice I had no other choice. Third Miss, you already..."
"Prince Pei!" Prince Guangjia's face was gloomy, his dark pupils like an endless pool of ice, sending chills down one's spine.
Pei Zhao shut up.
“You are already married and have a son and a daughter. Be mindful of your words for your children’s sake,” Prince Guangjia said in a deep voice.
Pei Zhao moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing more, and turned and left.
Prince Guangjia turned around and glanced at Song Yue, and at the pinch marks on her wrist, and sighed: "Eighth Imperial Uncle is back."
These words weighed heavily on the heart of Prince Guangjia.
Song Yue raised her eyebrows and smiled: "I've already heard about it."
Princess Lian'an is five months pregnant.
Song Yue's smile gradually froze, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed into a frown. Prince Guangjia continued, "The Eighth Imperial Uncle used his military merits to exchange for the position of a secondary wife for Princess Lian'an. The memorial is right in front of the Emperor, but the Emperor has not yet reviewed it."
"You came here today just to talk about this?" Song Yue raised her small face, her good mood instantly vanishing.
A fleeting look of heartache and anger crossed Guangjia Wang Junmei's face. He shook his head, clenched his fist, pressed it to his lips, and coughed lightly. He then took out a brocade box from behind him: "A new pomegranate gemstone hairpin from the Treasure Pavilion. I thought you would like it. Tomorrow is your birthday, so consider it a birthday gift."
The ruby hairpin in the brocade box is dazzling and gorgeous, especially the gemstones set in the hairpin, each one sparkling, with small golden leaf tassels hanging down.
Absolutely gorgeous!
Song Yue has a passion for jewelry, and for some reason, she just loves those that are dazzling and eye-catching. In the past three years, the jewelry that Prince Guangjia gave her has filled an entire box.
It was another birthday gift, and she accepted it with a smile: "Thank you, cousin."
"Alright, there are many fake monks outside. Don't get tricked. Let's go back to the manor." Prince Guangjia teased.
Song Yue nodded, hugged the brocade box, and left with a smile.
Only after watching her get into the carriage did Prince Guangjia turn his gaze away.
...
Pei Zhao stormed off from Tianxiang Tower. As he walked down the street, he saw the way the passersby looked at him, their eyes filled with doubt, disdain, and mockery.
Pei Zhao's breath hitched, and he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Someone come here."
"Your Highness."
"Let's go to Jokhang Temple!"
He was determined to find out the truth about the fake monk. It was best that this matter had nothing to do with Song Yue, otherwise, he would definitely use the same method on her!
“Miss, the prince is so thoughtful. This hairpin looks very valuable. How could the Treasure Pavilion produce such a new product?” Yun Dong smiled.
Song Yue carefully placed the hairpin into the box, saying, "I've been taking care of his health for the past three years, and I've seen him gain some weight. He's willing to spend money to make me happy, so this is my way of repaying him."
She always felt that this was just a way for Prince Guangjia to repay her.
For Prince Guangjia, money was not an issue.
Yun Dong shrugged: "This servant doesn't think so. The way the prince looks at you is clearly different."
This wasn't the first time Yun Dong had said this.
Song Yue just smiled.
"Aunt, Miss, come out and see!" Granny Zhang came excitedly, panting, "The Eighth Prince is back and is waiting for you in the front hall."
Song Yue's smile faded slightly: "Where is Mother?"
"The princess is setting up her bridal chamber in the next courtyard, and the second madam is also there."
She frowned, instinctively not wanting to be alone with Zhao Zhiyan, so she said, "Just say I'm not feeling well, and we'll meet another day."
"Little girl!"
A deep, resonant shout rang out.
Granny Zhang stiffened, turned around, and quickly greeted the newcomer: "Greetings to the Eighth Prince."
The person who arrived was Zhao Zhiyan.
Wearing a long black robe and black boots, he stepped through the door. After three years apart, Zhao Zhiyan's skin was tanned, and his face showed both weariness and joy that he could not hide.
He remains exceptionally handsome and has a good temper.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle." Song Yue stood up and bowed.
Zhao Zhiyan looked at the little girl in front of him in surprise. She was only thirteen years old when she left, but her chest was already high. Now it reached his shoulders. She had grown into a beautiful and charming young woman with stunning looks.
Zhao Zhiyan approached Song Yue and raised his hand to touch her hair, but Song Yue avoided him: "Yun Dong, serve tea!"
"yes."
Her hand awkwardly hung in mid-air before falling back down. Zhao Zhiyan smiled gently and took out a flute from his pocket, handing it to her.
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