Chapter 429 You stopped at yellow

Wuming responded and left first, leaving only He Yanting and Jiang Zhiyu.

"Why are you back?" He Yanting said softly, "But what did you lose?"

Jiang Zhiyu hummed and stared at his cuffs.

[I didn't expect that this man with thick eyebrows and big eyes...]

"You pleaded for him just for these?"

[Life should be colorful, but you stopped at yellow.]

He Yanting: "..."

His ears were slightly red: "Of course not, the Nanjun people are insidious and cunning, just leaving a helper for you."

After the imperial examination, he went to the border of Mobei, and Jiang Zhiyu was about to get up and go to Nanjun.

The battle with Wala was not going to end in a short time, so he naturally had to think more.

Jiang Zhiyu narrowed her eyes, looked at him suspiciously, crossed her hands and walked away slowly.

He Yanting exhaled lightly, put the spices deep in his sleeves, and then chased after him.

...

Three days later, Song Shiwei returned to the prime minister's residence.

"He just married me into the mansion for the sake of good luck, and he even refused to perform the ceremony of a concubine."

Song Shiwei knelt on the ground with red eyes and complained. Jiang Zhaorong sat in the main seat and looked at her meaningfully.

Taohong looked at Song Shiwei and then at Jiang Zhaorong. Seeing that he was not angry, she walked forward and raised Song Shiwei, saying affectionately, "This child has suffered so much. You said that he was a prince after all. The ceremony for the concubine was so shabby. The people are all laughing at him." Song Shiwei

sobbed twice. Taohong took a handkerchief to wipe her tears and said, "Don't cry. Go back to the prime minister's residence to live in the next few days. He has you in his heart and will definitely come to find you."

Although the time for returning to the family home has passed, it is well known that Jiang Zhaorong dotes on this adopted daughter and has done many extraordinary things.

In comparison, just going back to the mansion to live for a few days is not a big deal.

What's more, Jiang Zhaorong has not found the clues to the treasure on Song Shiwei yet.

Taohong thought it was a good thing. While proposing, she gave Jiang Zhaorong a look to ask for credit.

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath.

He was struggling with what to do, and Song Shiwei came to him.

The timing was very coincidental.

Song Shiwei pretended to refuse: "Auntie, I appreciate your kindness, but I am married after all. If I stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion, wouldn't it make the Prime Minister's Mansion also be laughed at..."

"It's only a few days, it's not a big deal."

This was said by Jiang Zhaorong, his face was slightly gloomy: "It just so happens that I have something to ask you."

Song Shiwei looked at him and replied weakly.

But a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

...

Song Shiwei still lived in her old courtyard, but no one had lived there for a long time, and the house was full of dust.

During the intervals when Taohong sent servants to clean, Song Shiwei would tease his nominal younger brother in her courtyard.

He was Taohong's son, the only young master in the mansion.

After knowing that Jiang Zhaorong doted on Song Shiwei for the treasures of the previous dynasty after his death, Taohong almost lost her hostility towards Song Shiwei.

The two of them were in rare harmony.

The child is now almost one year old and can walk slowly with the help of something, but because of his physical condition, he can't walk a few steps and falls to the ground due to exhaustion.

For this reason, Taohong's room is covered with carpets.

Song Shiwei rocked the wave drum, his eyes were gentle, Taohong also smiled and comforted: "Between two people, small quarrels are pleasant, big quarrels will hurt the body. After all, he is also a prince, and we are marrying up in status."

Song Shiwei took a breath: "I know, but I just feel wronged."

Taohong patted her hand: "The ceremony of concubine is over, it's gone, if you win his heart, make a plan to become a main wife, then you have everything, right?"

Song Shiwei paused and looked up at her.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard a shout from outside the house. It was Jiang Zhaorong who sent someone to teach her to go to the study.

Song Shiwei bowed to Taohong and went out.

She followed the attendants all the way, and she was already familiar with this road.

When she got outside, she stepped into the study and the door was closed from the outside.

Song Shiwei's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and she pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What is father doing?"

"What did Xiao Yanli tell you?"

Song Shiwei's pupils dilated for a moment, but she still said, "Shiwei told him that she was dissatisfied with the concubine ceremony, but he said that Shiwei married into the prince's mansion for good luck, and now that the emperor has recovered, this ceremony is unnecessary." As

she spoke, tears fell again.

The hand hidden in the sleeve clenched into a fist.

Jiang Zhaorong's face was hidden in the shadows, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

After a long while, Jiang Zhaorong said, "You are also making a fuss. You act like this just for such a small matter. Fortunately, there is no one else in the Sixth Prince's mansion. If someone takes advantage of the opportunity and sneaks in, you will not even have time to cry."

Song Shiwei exhaled softly, and then said, "Shiwei will follow my father's instructions."

"Prime Minister, please go to Aunt Tao."

Jiang Zhaorong sighed lightly and stood up.

Song Shiwei saw his expression clearly, which was the same as usual.

Could it be that the question just now was really out of concern for her? His

Highness was fooled, and Jiang Zhaorong didn't know about this?

Song Shiwei was confused. Seeing Jiang Zhaorong go out, he hurriedly followed him.

"You stay and wait for me," he said in a flat voice: "I guess it's not a big deal. I will come back as soon as possible and have something to ask you."

Song Shiwei responded.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther away, and there were servants guarding outside the study.

Song Shiwei sat back in his chair, his eyes frequently glancing at the desk and a landscape painting hanging behind it.

Do you want to go and see it?

The time Jiang Zhaorong took to go back and forth was enough for her to find the letter her mother had left behind, provided Xiao Yanli had told her the location of the secret door.

As long as she moved gently, the people guarding outside the study would never notice anything.

Song Shiwei's heart was beating like a drum, her toes were rubbing lightly on the ground, and her eyes were looking at the door and the desk.

After a long time, she stood up as if she had made up her mind.

"Miss."

The servants guarding outside the door saluted when they saw her come out.

"The master told you to wait here for a while, he will be back soon."

Song Shiwei nodded: "The room is stuffy, I'm going out for a walk."

After she finished speaking, she strolled in the yard to admire the flowers and grass.

On the other side, in Taohong's room.

Jiang Zhaorong was teasing her son, and a servant hurried over and whispered in his ear.

Jiang Zhaorong's expression did not change. After the servant finished speaking, he said, "I understand. Go down."

"Master?"

"Nothing. I have some official business to attend to. I'm leaving first."

He pinched his son's face and stood up to leave.

On the way back to the study, he said, "She has not moved since I left?"

"Yes, not long after you left, she probably felt stuffy in the study, so she came out and only admired the flowers in the yard, and never entered the study again."