She shook her head slightly: "I'm afraid it still won't work, but Miss is already an Imperial Noble Consort. Whether it works or not, that's all we can do. Let's wait for the Imperial Noble Consort to arrive tomorrow and then we'll talk about it."
Wanqing nodded: "That's the only way, but sister, do you really think the Imperial Noble Consort will..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wan Ting interrupted her: "No, I trust Miss's judgment."
Wanqing lowered her head and pursed her lips: "I know the Imperial Noble Consort wouldn't do that, but... sigh, well, there's no better way now."
The Prime Minister's Residence.
Sang Yan looked helplessly at Qing Ying, who stubbornly refused to leave the bed, and pursed her lips: "Qing Ying, I want to sleep."
Qingying rested her chin on her hand, looked at her, and blinked: "Mmm."
Sangyan: ...
She means you should leave!
She glanced at Qingying a few times and, seeing that she had no intention of leaving, frowned and said, "Didn't you say you were going to the Fourteenth Prince's mansion with Second Brother?"
“Yes.” Qingying nodded.
Sangyan: ...
Seeing that Qingying remained silent for quite some time, she spoke again, "Well, you should get some rest."
After she finished speaking, she sat down on the bed. Sensing her movement, Qingying moved to the side and said, "Yanyan, let's sleep together tonight."
As she spoke, she was about to take off her shoes and go to bed.
Sang Yan was startled and immediately grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at her: "No way!"
Qingying caught the pillow, looked at her, and pouted: "Why?"
"Women should not touch each other!" Sang Yan held the cup tightly around her body, her eyes fixed firmly on her.
Qingying grinned mischievously: "Baby, that's a matter of men and women not touching each other. I'm a woman."
"That won't do either!" Sang Yan tightened her grip even more.
She still remembered it vividly. On the first day Qingying came to stay with her, she begged and pleaded that she was scared and insisted on sleeping with her. But as soon as they lay down, she started touching her inappropriately, constantly pinching her face. In the middle of the night, she even pressed half of her body onto Qingying. From then on, she never slept with Qingying again.
Qingying couldn't help but pout as she watched her actions: "I'm just pinching you a few times, you know? Outside of Qinglong Village, being able to have your face pinched by me is a blessing for them!"
Sangyan: ...
Can't she give this good fortune to someone else?
"Alright, alright! I'm going back to sleep!" Qingying chuckled as she looked at Sangyan and threw the pillow she was holding back at him.
...
at the same time.
Bian Yanzhi looked at the bowl of medicine beside her, sighed, picked it up, and put it down again.
Zhuzhu frowned as she looked at her and asked, "Miss, is it too bitter?"
Bian Yanzhi looked at the bowl of dark, black medicine and chuckled, "I'm afraid this heart is even more bitter than the medicine."
"Miss," Zhuzhu called out softly, her voice tinged with reproach.
Bian Yanzhi looked at her and chuckled, "It's alright."
Zhuzhu picked up the medicine and gently stirred it with a spoon to cool it down faster: "Miss, why don't we tell the young master?"
"I don't want to!" Bian Yanzhi's brows furrowed immediately, and she began to cough violently.
Zhuzhu panicked immediately. She put down the medicine in her hand and patted Bian Yanzhi, saying aggrievedly, "But this servant feels sorry for Miss! Young Master has been bringing all sorts of women back lately. Not to mention what the people in this mansion think of Miss, Miss's health... This servant, this servant is really so scared..."
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