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Back at Marquis Quling's mansion, the master and servant were visibly happy.

Qingwu even had the energy to clean up the house.

It doesn't take much effort.

The last time Xu Nanheng brought people to move her things, the yard was in a mess. It was restored to its original state in just a few days, and servants came to clean up the yard on weekdays.

As if waiting for this day.

Song Jin looked at the familiar display and felt a warm feeling in his heart.

When she had nowhere to go, she saw Cui Huaiji appear in front of her and say, "I'm here to take you home." All her hesitation and confusion disappeared in an instant.

She thought, she was not without support.

Cui Huaiji was really good to her.

While Qing Wu was packing the clothes she brought back, she sighed, "I wonder which young lady will be favored by the Marquis."

I'm afraid all the young ladies in Sheng An are coveting a top-notch man like Cui Huaiji.

She wanted her wife to win the favor of the Marquis, but now they were in the eye of the storm, so it was better not to cause trouble for the Marquis.

Song Jin thought about her words and felt a little jealous.

If you think about it carefully, she has no reason to feel jealous.

Song Jin's mood suddenly became depressed.

"Ah!" Qing Wu exclaimed, holding a small box and coming over, "Madam, the things in here haven't been given to the Seventh Prince yet."

When Song Jin saw the box, he was slightly stunned.

Inside were the tokens of love and engagement between her and Xu Nanheng.

"Let's ask someone to take it over, so you don't have to make the trip."

"yes."

Qing Wu went back mumblingly, holding the small box.

Now that the marriage has been called off, my father will receive the news in a few days.

Song Jin can't go back now.

Thinking of this, she picked up her pen and prepared to write a letter home.

Qing Wu waited for her to finish writing before coming over. He glanced at the wet letter and said, "Madam, why don't you take this opportunity to ask the master to send some incense to you? I see that the blackheads under your eyes are getting worse."

Song Jin really didn't sleep well these days.

Although the calming incense in the Marquis's Mansion is good, it is far less effective than the incense thread that my father found for her.

Xu Nanheng was exhausted, so the calming incense was not very effective.

"Okay."

*

After Song Jin left, something seemed to have changed in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, yet nothing seemed to have changed.

The yard where the beauty lived was empty.

Everything related to her was cruelly taken away by her.

Xu Nanheng stood in the yard in a daze, regretting that he had agreed to Yang Chaoxue's plan and deliberately approached Song Jin.

He really fell in love with Song Jin's cuteness and agility.

Whenever I close my eyes, Song Jin's figure always appears in my mind.

“Now…”

A weak and painful moan.

In the quiet courtyard, someone approached quietly.

Yang Chaoxue looked at the man who was heartbroken for her, and the dull pain in her chest became more intense.

She came with full of expectations, but she saw that the man she liked was missing another woman. She had nowhere to express her anger, which was scorching her heart.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Chaoxue regained the smile on her face and walked towards him with light steps.

"Brother Nanheng."

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her cheek on his broad back, and slowly closed her eyes.

Xu Nanheng remained unmoved and murmured, "Chao Xue, she broke off the engagement with me."

Yang Chaoxue listened to him talking to himself, his words were full of guilt and regret towards Song Jin, and he didn't seem to care about her duties at all.

Obviously, she was the one who accompanied him when he needed someone the most!

She continued to deceive herself and others.

Maybe, Brother Nan Heng just can't accept being broken off in engagement?

There is a past between her and Brother Nan Heng that no one else can overcome.

"Brother Nanheng." Yang Chaoxue's voice trembled slightly, but Xu Nanheng, who was feeling guilty, didn't notice it at all, let alone that she was crying silently on his back.

"Whatever Brother Nanheng wants, Chaoxue will do everything she can to help you get it. Only if Brother Nanheng is powerful enough, it would only take him a lot of effort to get Song Jin."

As the most powerful person in Yu Dynasty, someone would offer Song Jin to him in order to curry favor with him.

Xu Nanheng's confused eyes gradually regained clarity.

He seemed to have taken the words "power enough" to heart.

"Yes, if I overthrow the crown prince, the throne will be within my grasp, and the same goes for Song Jin!"

If he wants a Song Jin by then, who can stop him?

Yang Chaoxue cried and laughed.

Why? Why does Brother Nan Heng care so much about Song Jin?

It turns out that childhood sweethearts can't resist the unexpected. Will this happen to her too?

She is unwilling to accept this!

If she were pregnant with Xu Guanlin's child...

Yang Chaoxue held his hands tighter and tighter.

Secretly made a ridiculous decision.

*

Song Jin has a hard time sleeping these days.

The dark spots on her face had faded a lot, and Qingwu happily made her a tonic soup, saying that it would help replenish her energy.

Song Jin drank the tonic soup while listening to her report on the situation in Zhaiyue Tower.

Qin Wan came into formal contact with the imperial merchants. With the imperial merchants as his backer in business, the villains in the dark did not dare to act rashly.

She wrote several excited letters and sent them to me.

Song Jin was extremely relieved to leave the subsequent negotiations to Qin Wan.

"There is one more thing." Qing Wu frowned, holding back a little anger in his tone, "Yesterday I sent someone to send something back to the Seventh Prince, but the chief eunuch ridiculed me and said that even if my wife was named the county lord, she was not worthy of the Seventh Prince."

"Pah! What a filthy thing! I still think he is polluting my eyes just by standing there!"

Song Jin smiled faintly, "Just return the things. I won't see you very often in the future. You'll have to wait and see how I become in the future."

Qing Wu thought about it carefully and the anger on his face subsided a little.

At this time, the maid from the mansion came over with something.

"I have met the county lord. This was sent by Miss Tai, who said it must be delivered to the county lord."

Tai Mianmian asked someone to send something to me: a letter and a... book?

Tightly wrapped.

Song Jin opened the letter and read it.

Tai Mian Mian relayed some of Tai Ling's words, and the rest was her own chatter. She wrote everything, and it looked very warm and ordinary.

If it weren't for the last sentence...

'Jinjin, I heard that you moved into the Marquis's mansion. Have you made any progress recently?'

At the end, a vivid gossip expression is drawn.

I really haven't forgotten that!

I shouldn't have agreed to it in the first place.

If you make a promise, you must fulfill it even if you have to kneel down.

Song Jin found a pen and paper, thinking about how to describe it as "ordinary".

"Ah! Why does this book look so familiar?"

Qing Wu's chattering interrupted her mumbling.

Storybook?!

Song Jin was shocked and rushed over to grab the storybook. When he took a look, he suddenly felt a dark scene in front of him.

Isn't this the book that Cui Huaiji confiscated?

"The Marquis's Journey to Marrying His Wife"!

"Qing Wu!!!" Song Jin panicked and hid the storybook, as if he was trying to cover up his mistake. "I'm thirsty, go make me some tea!"

Qing Wu didn't understand and thought she was weird.

"……yes."

After the person had gone far away, she patted her chest in shock.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I was almost discovered by Qingwu."

If Qing Wu got wind of this kind of story, she would never be able to clear herself of it.

But how did Tai Mianmian know that her previous copy had been confiscated?

Song Jin was confused and curious.

The content I saw last time automatically forms a picture in my mind.

The author's writing style is so good that just a few words of description can make people imagine a lot, not to mention the description of details.

Song Jin's face flushed and his heart beat fast. He waved his hand to try to dispel the restlessness on his face.

Just now, in my haste to grab the notebook, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a line of text that seemed different from the previous one?

So... this is a new one?

Song Jin secretly looked around, and with a feeling of trepidation and curiosity, he carefully turned the pages of the book.

The first sentence dealt her a heavy blow.

The ignorant little fox slave finally failed to escape the hunter's scheme and happily moved into the hunter's house. The hunter showed a "kind" smile.

Song Jin: ???

"Could it be that this writer has spies on me? She has already finished writing after I have only lived in the mansion for a few days?!"

This sentence is an introduction, and the following content continues from the last time she was brought back to the Seventh Prince's Mansion by Xu Nanheng.

This thin little book records clearly what happened in these days.

Song Jin himself was fascinated by it.

She had to admit that the author was a good writer, otherwise the book wouldn't be in such high demand.

Fortunately, the author still had some conscience and did not write about her being made a county lord, but instead made up something else.

She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even notice Qing Wu came back with the tea.

An hour later, Song Jin finished reading the entire book and turned to the last page, only to find that there was actually a dream within a dream at the end!

A dream within a dream!

When Song Jin thought of the dream within a dream in the previous book, her face instantly turned red.

Could this dream within a dream also be...

"My lady, someone just told me that the Marquis will hold a banquet for you tonight to get rid of bad luck."

"Um?"

Song Jin punched away the fantasy in his head, "I know."

Song Jin felt sleepy all of a sudden, and he covered his lips and yawned, preparing to go back to his room for a nap.

Let Qingwu wake her up after an hour.

*

A dream within a dream.

In the dim candlelight room, red silk swayed without wind, and a blurry figure was reflected on the screen of green bamboo in spring.

Song Jin felt a chill on his body.

He seemed to be wearing something around his neck.

She reached out and touched it, and a series of crisp bell sounds followed.

Song Jin suddenly woke up.

Look down at yourself.

She was wearing a revealing red dress that perfectly pinched her waistline, her golden armlets were hooked on a thin ribbon, and she was lying on the bed in a seductive posture.

Song Jin was so scared that he jumped off the bed.

Suddenly, a hot body pressed against me from behind.

Something was grabbing my head.

“Now…”

The familiar voice made her ears numb.

My legs also went limp.

She was completely supported by the people behind her.

"Hou, Lord Hou..."

She is dreaming, right?

Cui Huaiji took advantage of the situation and hugged her, holding her earlobe, his warm breath spraying on her neck, making her feel itchy.

The usual teasing tone.

"Call me Fu Ji, Jin Jin."

The hands move erratically.

Song Jin's eyes trembled violently, and the mist covered her vision. She begged for mercy with a trembling voice: "My Lord, don't... um!"

The soft and fragile neck was grasped.

She raised her neck helplessly, but was lifted up again. Her legs were unable to support her, so she could only hold onto his neck.

Song Jin finally saw his face clearly.

That jade-like face of Guanyin was tinged with lust, and his fair cheeks were slightly red, shattering his usual composure.

She saw boundless possession and desire in his eyes, and he turned these emotions into actions, telling her exactly how much he wanted to possess her.

Cui Huaiji held her in his big hands while kneading something on her head.

A tingling sensation spreads throughout the body.

The bells around my neck jingled, but could not cover up the intense sound.

Song Jin finally knew what was on his head.

It's a pair of cat ears.