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"Asayuki is sick?"

Xu Guanlin stood outside the palace, frowning as he looked at the palace maid who was delivering the message.

It seemed that he was serving Yang Chaoxue.

Xu Guanlin did not doubt him and asked, "How did you get sick? Has the imperial physician come to see you?"

Ningxue pinched her palms and tried to keep her face calm: "The imperial physician came to see her. Her Majesty just caught a cold and just took medicine and went to sleep. Her Majesty specifically asked me to wait outside, saying that I disturbed His Highness's interest and I will apologize to His Highness another day."

It was a rare opportunity for Xu Guanlin to sleep in the Concubine Palace at night, and the joy in his heart was blown away by the sudden illness.

He already felt guilty for leaving Yang Chaoxue alone in the empty room on their wedding night, and he waited for several months before summoning her to sleep with him immediately. However, she ended up falling ill.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Forget it." Xu Guanlin glanced in the direction of the bedroom, rubbed his brow helplessly, turned around and left, "Take good care of Chaoxue, I will come again another day."

"Farewell, Your Highness!"

Ningxue let out a breath, and the stone hanging in her heart finally fell.

Fortunately, the prince did not ask any more questions. If he had continued, she would have been afraid that she would not be able to keep the secret.

At this moment, there was no one in the Concubine Palace.

Yang Chaoxue left in a carriage from the side door of the backyard a quarter of an hour ago.

If the Crown Prince insisted on going in to take a look, everyone in the Concubine Palace would be in trouble.

Ningxue waved her hand and ordered someone to close the door.

*

In the Zhaiyue Tower, Xu Nanheng booked a private room for himself and did not allow anyone to approach.

Qin Wan was cautious and secretly sent someone to keep an eye on the situation. Sure enough, she saw a hooded young lady go in.

She was thinking that this man was Song Jin's fiancé, not out of curiosity, so she turned and went into the next room, secretly moving the wall to make it easier for her to eavesdrop.

Yang Chaoxue took off his hood, glanced at the empty wine pot on the table, and a dark cloud gathered between his brows.

As a woman, she knew very well what Xu Nanheng's current situation was.

"Brother Nanheng."

She called softly to the man lying on the table and reached out to pull out the bottle of wine from his hand. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her into his arms.

"Ah!" She let out a short, low cry.

Qin Wan in the next room could only hear the sound. This unclear sound made her itchy, so she simply opened the secret compartment and peeked in.

When he saw this, his eyes widened.

She covered her mouth, secretly complaining in her heart.

Isn’t the Seventh Prince the young lady’s fiancé? Why is he kissing another young lady?

She took a closer look and was surprised to find.

Oh, isn't this the prince's concubine?

Her intuition told her that things were not simple.

On the other side, Xu Nanheng let go of her with drunken eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers. He stared blankly at the darling in his arms, in a trance and a little confused.

Yang Chaoxue lay limp in his arms, her cheeks still red. She hooked her arms around his neck and said in a sticky voice, "Brother Nanheng, why are you sad?"

You clearly said that you only have use for Song Jin.

You promised me that you would only love me.

Where he couldn't see, darkness was growing.

Xu Nanheng was unaware and picked up the wine glass and put it to her lips. She raised her eyes to look at him, and her red lips raised into a beautiful arc.

She took the wine from his hand and drank it down with her head tilted back.

The next moment, she pulled his head down again and passed the wine to him with her lips.

Seeing this scene, Qin Wan exclaimed that it was amazing.

I didn't expect that Yang Chaoxue, who is known for her gentleness and virtue, is actually so wild and promiscuous in private.

*

"Chao Xue, do you think people's hearts can change?"

Yang Chaoxue's eyes dimmed slightly, then she looked at him with a smile, put her arms around his neck, and leaned over to kiss him on the ear.

"I don't know if other people's hearts will change, but my feelings for Brother Nan Heng will never change."

Perhaps because he was drunk, Xu Nanheng actually revealed his feelings for Song Jin to her.

His slow-reacting brain didn't realize at all that he shouldn't have said these things to Yang Chaoxue.

Her fingertips painted with bright colors gently traced the shape of his lips, and Yang Chaoxue's voice also carried a bit of temptation, "Your Highness doesn't want to separate from Song Jin, then mess up her business."

Xu Nanheng paused: "What's the matter?"

"I heard that she recommended the new number one scholar in the Imperial Academy. If Your Highness trusts me, I am willing to be your sword."

Women are all jealous. No one can tolerate the man they love thinking about other women in his heart.

Yang Chaoxue is even worse.

She wanted to cancel their engagement immediately.

She has plenty of ways to deal with Song Jin.

Xu Nanheng replied in a daze: "...Okay."

*

Qin Wan closed the secret compartment and asked someone to restore the wall to its original state.

Walking and thinking.

Yang Chaoxue wanted to start with Zhao Wuan, so she had to inform the young lady. She couldn't let this woman ruin the business of Zhaiyue Tower.

Song Jin was not surprised at all when he received her letter.

Yang Chaoxue would certainly not miss such a great opportunity to deal with her.

"Master Sikong, let's stop here today. I don't understand the rest. You and Master Zhao are enough. I will go back first."

Tailing didn't force her to stay.

Zhao Wuan said he wanted to walk her a distance.

After leaving Tailing's sight, he spoke: "Thank you for recommending me, young lady."

Song Jin looked straight ahead and said, "I said I would help you. You should also be careful. You have such a big piece of cake all to yourself. The people in the dark will not let you get what you want so easily."

She glanced at the servants sweeping around and lowered her voice, "Try not to go out alone, and bring more people with you."

Zhao Wuan nodded and bowed to say goodbye: "Thank you for your reminder, young lady. I have to be careful too."

Song Jin smiled without saying anything and walked out of Tai Mansion.

Qing Wu, who was waiting beside the carriage, came forward and asked, "Madam, are you going back now?"

"No." Song Jin's eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept over those who were staring at him, with a deep smile on his lips, "Let's go somewhere first."

Qing Wu was puzzled and pushed her into the carriage.

*

Qing Wu looked at the Zhaiyue Tower in front of him and was slightly surprised: "Madam, how did we get here?"

She had heard that one couldn't enter the Zhaiyue Tower without a wedding invitation.

Song Jin just smiled and said nothing.

The waiter at the door saw her, nodded slightly, and motioned for her to go the other way.

Qingwu followed behind with a misty head.

The strong man who led the way glanced at her who was lagging behind, lowered his head and whispered to Song Jin: "Young lady, the shopkeeper said he is waiting for you in the private room."

Song Jin nodded: "I know, where is the Marquis? Take me there directly."

"yes."

Qing Wu behind him widened his eyes.

Madam, are you looking for Marquis Quling?

*

Song Jin pushed open the door of the compartment, looked up at the person in front of him with a playful smile, turned his head and told Qing Wu to wait outside.

She walked over and sat down opposite him unconsciously, her chin slightly raised: "Anyone who comes here is a guest, won't you give me a cup of tea, Lord?"

Cui Huaiji's eyebrows twitched, a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes, and he nodded, but did not pour her tea. Instead, he pushed a glass of wine over.

"Drinking tea is so boring, Miss Song, please."

Touching the cup with his fingertips, Song Jin lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The person opposite him was not in a hurry either. He just enjoyed his drink and looked very relaxed.

After a while, she lifted the curtain, stared at his lazy and unrestrained figure, and said with a smile: "No need for wine. The Marquis has spies watching me every day. Is he guarding against me? Or is he concerned about me?"

[How did those people manage to be discovered by the little fox slave? It seems they didn’t practice enough.]

Cui Huaiji remained calm and asked, "What do you think, Miss Song?"

Song Jin looked at him with a frown on his face and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

[Why did you bring it up, Lord? You usually don't act this serious when you have a tryst with me, but now that it's just the two of us, you're still pretending to be so unfamiliar.]

Cui Huaiji's face froze and he couldn't pretend anymore.

As expected, the little fox slave was born to be his nemesis.

"Well, let's get down to business."

Song Jin knew what he wanted to say, so he took the initiative to speak: "Are you going to talk about my cooperation with Lord Sikong? I know what you are thinking. Since I dare to cooperate with Lord Sikong, I must have made full preparations."

"Oh?" Cui Huaiji became interested. "Tell me about it."

Song Jin stared straight at his warm face, with an indescribable feeling spreading in his heart.

After a pause, she said, "The outside world only knows that I am working with Lord Sikong, but they don't know that the Moon Picking Tower is also involved. Only a few of us know the truth. Obviously, in their eyes, I am just an ant who overestimates my own capabilities."

"I recommended Zhao Wuan and pushed him into the spotlight, and I was also in danger. I am still Xu Nanheng's fiancée. In the eyes of others, I am working for the Seventh Prince. I have dragged myself into the party struggle. They will definitely not watch me, the future consort of the Seventh Prince, gain power."

Cui Huaiji nodded appreciatively, took a sip of his wine, and followed her words and asked, "So how do you plan to break the current situation?"

“Hmm…”

Song Jin rolled his eyes, thinking of teasing her: "My Lord, you promised me before that you would help me break off the engagement. Now I'm in trouble, will you help me?"

Cui Huaiji saw through her little thoughts at a glance.

[If you want me to do something, just say it. Why are you being so coquettish? Am I such a soft-hearted person?]

[…This Lord is indeed!]

He lowered his eyes and looked at the little fox slave who was looking at him pitifully. His almond-shaped eyes were filled with moisture, and he seemed to be able to see the little ears drooping on her head.

ear……

Cui Huaiji's gaze narrowed slightly. Why did the pair of hairpins on her bun look so familiar?

A pair of gilded fox earrings?

"Ah!" He turned his eyes away without making any expression, "I will naturally do what I promised you."

Song Jin smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.

[The Marquis is not as indifferent as he appears... Hey, why are the Marquis' ears red again? ]

Cui Huaiji: !!!

He quickly turned his head to look at her: "I will protect your life. As for Zhao Wuan, you have to figure it out yourself."

Song Jin laughed in his heart: "Ah, can't the Marquis protect him as well?"

Cui Huaiji refused without thinking: "He and I have no relationship, why should I protect him?"

[Well, protecting the little fox slave is a no-brainer, but protecting other men is impossible!]

Song Jin thought that he was not just talking when he said he would send someone to protect Zhao Wuan.

She has no power in Sheng'an, and Zhao Wuan can't guarantee that she won't get into trouble just by being careful. She needs Cui Huaiji to take action.

"Master, just think of it as helping me. How about I owe you a favor?"

Cui Huaiji sensed something was wrong and asked, "Why are you suddenly so concerned about Zhao Wuan?"

[Could it be that he has taken a fancy to Zhao Wuan? Although Zhao Wuan is very talented, how can a little liar slave take a fancy to him when there is a pearl like me in front of him?]

Song Jin's smiling face changed instantly.

[Lord, do you think I am interested in Zhao Wuan? How is that possible! Zhao Wuan will be the prime minister in the future, so I must snatch him away from Xu Nanheng!]

Cui Huaiji's eyes gradually darkened, and the voices he had heard in the past came to his mind at this moment, and he suddenly realized a problem.

How does Song Jin know these future events?