Chapter 8 Su Juan's Change of Face



Song Qianfan opened his eyes wide, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and engraved the word "endure" firmly in his mind.

Don't bother with petty women.

[Oh my god, is this really the case? ]

[No wonder Song Qianfan doesn't like me at all. I told him that I'm not bad looking, but he always gives me a cold face and speaks badly to me. It turns out that he doesn't like women at all!]

[No wonder he threw his wife in the bridal chamber on the wedding night. Well, this is understandable...]

Song Qianfan looked grim as he met Liu Miaoqing's gaze.

Xie Xun even took two steps back without leaving a trace, moving a little further away from Song Qianfan, his disdain was too obvious to be true.

Song Qianfan clenched the scroll in his hand and forced a smile, "Sister Miaoqing's handwriting is getting more and more beautiful. The handwriting reflects the person. This prince likes it very much."

[So his love for Liu Miaoqing must be fake, probably to cover up his homosexuality.]

Liu Miaoqing was silent, "Thank you for the compliment, Master. Miaoqing is ashamed to accept it."

Song Qianfan gritted his teeth and maintained a smile on his face, "As the saying goes, seeing a letter is like seeing a person. This prince will definitely hang this painting in the study and look at it day and night."

Sister Miaoqing, do you understand my deep affection for you?

【hiss--】

[So he also likes Liu Xuan! ]

[You actually want to hang someone's painting in your study, and miss them through the painting every day? 】

"I still have a lot of paintings. If I can get Sister Miaoqing to write an inscription on them, it will be a great honor for me..."

[No wonder he just identified the wrong painting and said it was painted by Liu Miaoqing. It turns out he was pretending to be confused and asking Liu Xuan for the painting! What a scheming person!]

"This prince rarely sees Sister Miaoqing's paintings. I wonder if I will have the opportunity to see Sister Miaoqing's paintings in the future?"

[I knew it, how could someone not recognize the handwriting of the girl he likes? It turns out it’s all a cover...]

"Su! Juan!" Song Qianfan gritted his teeth, unable to bear it any longer, and turned around with a dark face.

Su Juan was startled, "I wonder what the prince wants me to do?"

Her voice was timid, her eyes lowered, and she looked both obedient and frightened. She had no idea that all the nonsense she said, regardless of Song Qianfan's life or death, had been heard by others.

[It's so scary, why is Song Qianfan going crazy when he's fine? 】

[No one was talking to him, he was just talking to himself.]

Liu Miaoqing, who was standing by, looked at Su Juan and almost laughed out loud.

Xie Xun felt that Su Juan was even more interesting. She could easily make the always hypocritical Song Qianfan angry and his face turn black.

Among the people present, only Liu Xuan was confused.

Looking at Song Qianfan's eyes that seemed to want to eat her, Su Juan trembled with fear, which made people wonder how harshly Song Qianfan treated his new wife when he was in the palace.

Song Qianfan laughed angrily, "What are you standing there for? I'm thirsty, why don't you come over and make me some tea."

Su Juan was stunned for a moment, "Yes, I'll be right here."

I was thinking in my heart: Is Song Qianfan disabled? He has hands and feet, and he wants me to make tea for him?

Xie Xun raised his eyebrows. Is the Crown Prince's Consort so obedient?

Su Juan took three steps forward, took a few tea leaves, picked up the boiling kettle next to her, and brewed a few cups of tea in no time. She held one of the cups in front of Song Qianfan.

"Prince." The voice was so soft that it made one's bones melt.

Song Qianfan's expression turned better. He took the teacup and drank the tea. "Puff!"

The next second, the teacup fell to the ground. Su Juan took two steps back as if she had anticipated it, her face pale, "Prince..."

Song Qianfan was panting from the heat.

The tea he usually drank was always warm, never as scalding hot as this one. Song Qianfan never thought that Su Juan was so bold as to give him such hot tea!

He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he said in a restrained voice, "Su Juan!"

Su Juan was so scared that tears were about to fall, and she quickly admitted her mistake, "Please forgive me, my lord. I have never done this at home. I thought that with your intelligence, you would not eat it directly. I never thought... it was my negligence!"

She spoke every word in a panic, with tears streaming down her cheeks, looking so pitiful.

This scene made several people present feel heartbroken.

Xie Xun had always been kind to women and couldn't bear to see beautiful women cry. Just as he was about to say a few words on their behalf, he heard Su Juan's gloating voice.

[You're always looking for trouble, I'm the one who's going to get burned, you deserve it! ]

When Xie Xun and the others looked at Su Juan again, she had her head lowered and her shoulders trembling slightly, and it was unclear whether she was holding it in or was afraid.

Song Qianfan was extremely angry, but he couldn't do anything to Su Juanjuan here. After all, there were so many people watching, and it would damage his reputation as the Prince Jing.

Su Juanjuan spoke in a low and timid voice, choking with sobs, "The prince won't hold it against me, right?"

Song Qianfan clenched his fists tightly, veins throbbing, this Su Juan...

Liu Miaoqing immediately stepped forward to help, and said to Su Juan with a smile, "I didn't expect to see the Crown Prince's Consort here today. There will be a flower viewing banquet in my mansion in two days. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to invite the Crown Prince's Consort to my mansion to enjoy the flowers?"

When Su Juan heard this, she looked up at Liu Miaoqing, and sensing her kindness, she immediately agreed with a smile, "Okay, since Sister Liu has invited me, I will definitely go in two days."

He simply forgot about Song Qianfan.

Su Juan's expression changed so quickly that everyone present was amazed.

After returning to the palace, as soon as Su Juan got off the carriage and entered the door, she was grabbed by Song Qianfan!

"I will not bother with you about today's matter. When you see Miaoqing in two days, watch your mouth and don't let me hear anything you shouldn't say."

Song Qianfan stared at Su Juan sinisterly, warning her.

He was afraid that Su Juan would go to Liu's house and ruin his good fortune.

Su Juan blinked, "I understand, Your Highness, don't worry."

Song Qianfan snorted coldly and walked away. Just after taking two steps, he heard Su Juanjuan's voice behind him.

[When did I say something I shouldn’t have said?]

[My aunt is very tight-lipped. She doesn't even talk much on weekdays. Is Song Qianfan really sick? ]

Song Qianfan staggered and almost tripped over himself!

He turned around, pointed at Su Juan, and said viciously, "Read more books and find something to do on weekdays, don't think about random things all day long!"

Su Juan was confused: "?"

"I know." Su Juan bowed slightly and watched Song Qianfan leave quickly. It seemed as if there was an evil ghost chasing her from behind, and her face was full of confusion.

【What am I thinking about? 】

...

When the invitation from the Liu Mansion was delivered to the Wang Mansion, it was received by Princess Jing. Upon learning that her daughter-in-law was invited to appreciate the flowers, she immediately ordered someone to prepare a gift for Su Juan.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day for the Liu Mansion to hold a flower-viewing banquet, and the guests were all the daughters of wealthy families.

When Su Juan arrived, Liu Miaoqing had not yet had time to go to greet her.

As soon as she stepped into the garden with her left foot, she heard the harsh voices of people talking about her.

"So she is the girl from the Su family who got lucky enough to marry the prince of Jing. I thought it was nothing special, but it's nothing special."

"That's right. I think she's not as pretty as Sister Miaoqing!"


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