Chapter 290 Who uses whom?

Upon hearing this, the Queen Mother's eyebrows relaxed a little, but there was still some dissatisfaction in her tone.

"He is also useless. He was just whipped a few times, but he lay there for so long."

Shuang Ning lowered her head and said nothing.

"Forget it, what did I say to you, a taciturn person?" The Queen Mother sighed softly, "You have been watching Song Shiwei these days. She didn't do anything, did she?"

"Replying to the Queen Mother, no, I have also asked other perfume makers. It is true that Song Shiwei made a calming incense," Shuang Ning paused after she finished speaking, and said hesitantly, "It's just that there is one thing, they think it's a little wrong."

"What?"

"They said that Song Shiwei seemed to use too much vanilla. Logically, it shouldn't be so much."

The Queen Mother paused, "Is there any harm?"

Shuang Ning shook her head.

"Vanilla has the effect of calming the mind. No matter how much or how little, there is no harm." The Queen Mother

breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the green smoke rising from the incense burner, she still became suspicious.

Really, is there no harm?

...

Song Shiwei did not tell anyone else about her return home, and naturally there was no carriage outside the palace to pick her up. She left the palace, walked a few hundred meters to the west, and suddenly turned around and entered a small alley.

At the end of the alley, a figure stood upright.

Song Shiwei paused, adjusted her expression, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Your Highness, your Highness, the Sixth Prince."

Xiao Yanli turned around, his eyes full of heartache. He stepped forward and helped her up: "Why should we be so unfamiliar with each other?"

Song Shiwei did not answer, but just looked at him indifferently, with a thousand worries between her eyebrows.

She has lost a lot of weight in the palace now, and she looks even more pitiful when she looks at people like this. Xiao Yanli couldn't help but wavered for a moment.

"I don't know why the Sixth Prince asked me to come here."

Song Shiwei's tone was stiff. Xiao Yanli pinched her wrist with one hand and slowly put his other hand on her shoulder: "I just haven't seen you for a long time."

The distance between the two was very close.

Xiao Yanli was tall and tall. Song Shiwei was at his chest and smelled the familiar scent on him. Song Shiwei's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

"Sixth Prince, respect yourself."

Song Shiwei's voice was softer than before when she said the words of self-respect.

"Shiwei, I know you blame me, but..." Xiao Yanli suddenly stopped talking and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, there is no point in saying these. I just want you to know that in my heart, there has always been only you."

Song Shiwei lowered her head.

"Okay," Xiao Yanli let her go first, "I'm very happy to see you today. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid someone will find me. I'll leave first."

Song Shi was slightly stunned, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Yanli's eyes were a little sad, and his walking posture was a little strange. Song Shi frowned and looked at him, and heard him hiss softly.

It seemed that he was in unbearable pain.

"You... are injured?"

Song Shiwei couldn't help but ask. A hint of pride flashed in Xiao Yanli's eyes. He turned around and said, "It's okay, just a minor injury. By the way, you don't have a carriage to go back home, so take my carriage back."

"Then you..."

"I'm fine, someone will pick me up later."

Xiao Yanli chuckled, and Song Shiwei lowered his eyes: "Thank you, His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince."

The carriage slowly drove away, and the smile on Xiao Yanli's lips disappeared immediately. Uncle Zhang, who was hiding in the corner, also came out and stood beside him.

"Why not just let her tell Jiang Zhaorong?"

Xiao Yanli said coldly, "Because of what happened before, she already has a grudge against me. If she suddenly speaks out, not to mention telling Jiang Zhaorong, she herself will not stand on our side."

Xiao Yanli finished speaking and looked at Uncle Zhang, "I told her some news about my injuries. You send some people to spread some news, saying that these injuries are the punishment for asking the emperor to marry Song Shiwei."

"Just find a way to let her hear it, don't spread it too much."

Uncle Zhang nodded.

...

When Song Shiwei returned home, she happened to meet Jiang Zhaorong sending the mourners out.

Jiang Zhaorong looked at the carriage logo and narrowed his eyes.

"Father, grandmother..."

Song Shiwei seemed to have forgotten the grudges at the coming-of-age ceremony, and looked at Jiang Zhaorong with a bit of anxiety.

Jiang Zhaorong's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a rare gentle tone: "When you come back, go to the mourning hall to burn some paper."

Song Shiwei's nose felt sore, and two lines of tears flowed down, and she walked into the mansion.

After burning the paper, Song Shiwei said she was not feeling well and went back to the house. As soon as she entered the house, her face began to twist.

Disgusting! So hypocritical!

Whether it was Xiao Yanli or Jiang Zhaorong.

She gritted her teeth.

Xiao Yanli suddenly came to find her now, there must be something that he needed her to do.

Now that the old lady is dead, she has no support in the mansion. Now that she has reached the age of marriage, if Taohong, that bitch, said something to Jiang Zhaorong and promised her to someone else, then she would be very passive.

Thinking of this, Song Shiwei couldn't help but feel lucky that Xiao Yanli sent a carriage to take her.

The emblem on the prince's carriage was very conspicuous, Jiang Zhaorong would definitely recognize it. He guessed that because of his relationship with the Sixth Prince, he would not act rashly and easily promise himself to others.

He still had time.

He couldn't let Xiao Yanli notice anything wrong, and he had to hurry up with the Queen Mother.

Song Shiwei had stayed in the mansion for two days when someone from the palace came to call her.

The attitude towards Song Shiwei was also extremely respectful.

Jiang Zhaorong saw it and had a plan in his mind.

It seemed that she was quite pleasing to the Queen Mother. When she returned to the mansion that day, she was sent back by the Sixth Prince's carriage...

Jiang Zhaorong considered it for a while, and the smile on his face became more genuine.

Although he has not yet obtained any clues about the treasures of the previous dynasty from Song Shiwei, in his current situation, if he can get close to the empress dowager through Song Shiwei, he will have a backer.

Jiang Zhiyu and Xu Youran’s purpose is very clear, they must be seeking revenge on him, and the emperor is Jiang Zhiyu’s backer.

If he still clings to the treasures of the previous dynasty, he is afraid that he will be killed by them before he finds any clues.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaorong couldn’t help but feel a little regretful.

The day of Song Shiwei’s coming-of-age ceremony must have been the day of her coming-of-age ceremony. When he came back at night, he wanted to take a look at her, but he never thought that she hadn’t slept all night. Jiang Zhaorong also thought about using aphrodisiac incense, but then he thought that Song Shiwei had been making incense for many years, and she would definitely be able to smell it.

In the end, he had to give up this opportunity.

"Father, I will go back to the palace first."

Song Shiwei's voice brought Jiang Zhaorong back to his senses. He nodded: "Go ahead, I will greet the Queen Mother."

Song Shiwei sneered in his heart, but he did not show it on his face. He just nodded slightly.

After leaving the mansion and getting on the carriage, Song Shiwei sat upright and suddenly heard a voice outside the carriage.

"Have you heard? The Sixth Prince asked the Emperor for a marriage."