"You slut, secretly applying rouge behind my back, who are you trying to seduce?"
Immediately following was the sound of begging for mercy and crying.
Pei Zhao frowned.
The sharp-eyed maid guarding the door spotted Pei Zhao and quickly slipped into the room. In just a moment, the insults and cries stopped abruptly.
The atmosphere was so quiet it was as if what had just happened was a hallucination.
"Cousin Zhao." Zhao Qingyan, dressed in a simple white dress, walked out gracefully. Upon seeing the person, she quickened her pace and bumped into his arms, sobbing softly.
Pei Zhao awkwardly raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder.
Zhao Qingyan tilted her head back and said, "I heard that you're also going to marry the youngest daughter of the Duke of Jingguo?"
"It means the elders in the family."
"So, you and she weren't childhood sweethearts?" Zhao Qingyan's expression softened.
Pei Zhao remained silent. He and Song Yao were childhood sweethearts, and his mother had privately mentioned that she would take Song Yao into the household in the future and make her the official wife after she gave birth to a child.
Zhao Qingyan frowned, then suddenly shoved Pei Zhao away, a sinister glint flashing across her face: "So, you have feelings for her?"
Pushed, Pei Zhao came to his senses and shook his head: "How could that be? My relationship with Miss Song is completely innocent."
Zhao Qingyan stared intently into the other person's eyes for a long time before she finally believed him. She then pulled Pei Zhao to the garden and said, "A new twin lotus has bloomed in the manor. Mother says it's a good omen. Let's go and share in the joy."
Perhaps she was walking too fast, because the wind suddenly blew up Zhao Qingyan's veil, revealing a dark brown scar that looked like a caterpillar spreading across her fair and flawless cheek.
Pei Zhao was suddenly taken aback.
Suddenly, I remembered seeing Song Yue earlier. She was also wearing a mask. Could it be that the scars on her face are the same as those on Zhao Qingyan's face?
When Zhao Qingyan saw him staring at her face, she quickly covered her face, feeling both ashamed and angry: "If it weren't for Song Yue, I wouldn't be like this. I swear I will never let her get away with this!"
After saying that, Zhao Qingyan lost interest in strolling in the garden, stomped her feet, covered her face, and ran away.
"Young Master, Young Master, you must hurry and chase after the girl!" the maid urged.
Pei Zhao's steps felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it took him a long time to catch up.
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"What are you looking at?" Song Yue glanced at Zhao Zhiyan, who had just entered the room and was staring at her veil, with an annoyed look.
Seeing that she always acted like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end, Zhao Zhiyan smiled helplessly and took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, placing it on the table: "Skin-regenerating ointment, try applying it."
The words "Muscle Regenerating Cream" instantly perked Song Yue up. The famous Muscle Regenerating Cream, worth ten thousand taels of silver, was nothing more than a tiny bit of it.
The other party actually brought her a bottle!
"This..." Song Yue smiled and put it away, then generously thanked Zhao Zhiyan: "Thank you, Eighth Imperial Uncle."
Zhao Zhiyan sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation; he was only six years older than her.
As if remembering something, Zhao Zhiyan glanced at Song Huan, who was standing quietly to the side. Song Huan trembled and said, "I... I'll go downstairs and take a look."
"Fourth sister?"
"Don't worry, I won't wander off. I'll be back in a bit." Song Huan swallowed hard.
Zhao Zhiyan said, "You don't need to hide it, it's nothing serious."
Upon hearing this, Song Huan quickly sat back down, behaving as obediently as a quail without saying a word. Zhao Zhiyan said, "Do you know that someone has reported that they want to marry you?"
A single sentence struck Song Yue like a thunderbolt, leaving her stunned.
"It is the Prince of Guangjia."
Prince Guangjia?
He is the nephew of the Northern Chu Emperor, and also has another identity: the eldest son of the late emperor and the former crown prince.
"Before the late Emperor passed away, His Majesty promised that Prince Guangjia would grant him a favor. Prince Guangjia asked several highly respected ministers in the court to personally plead with His Majesty, insisting on marrying you as his concubine." Zhao Zhiyan watched as Song Yue's face turned pale inch by inch, and tried to soften his tone as much as possible: "A-Yue, aside from his status, Prince Guangjia is a decent person, virtuous and talented, and a trustworthy person."
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