Chapter 210 Qingbao Comes to the Song Family on Business
On the carriage.
Si He was a little tired, so he leaned against the car wall to rest.
Sunlight streamed through the car curtain, falling on her serene face, her long eyelashes still dusty.
Xia Jingheng just kept watching, his gaze gentle.
"I'm sorry, I knew you were so tired, but I still had to ask you to come out."
But his premonition grew stronger and stronger; he feared that if he missed it this year, he would never have another chance.
The back of his hand, as smooth and distinct as jade, was quickly withdrawn just before it touched Si He's face.
He shifted his gaze, suppressed his racing heartbeat, and gently gritted his teeth to control his thoughts.
His disabled legs made him feel unworthy.
"Your Highness, have we arrived?" Si He murmured, as if talking in her sleep.
A deep voice escaped Xia Jingheng's throat.
"Not yet, you can sleep a little longer. I'll wake you up when we get there."
Si He gave a soft "hmm" and leaned against the car wall, closing her eyes again.
In fact, the carriage had been lingering in front of Zhenguo Temple for an hour.
Xia Jingheng wanted her to sleep a little longer.
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Qingbao arrived in front of the Song family's new house.
With his hands on his stomach, he looked arrogant!
"Summon your Imperial Censor to come out and see me!" the little girl said domineeringly to the gatekeeper.
The gatekeepers exchanged glances. "Hey, where did this little brat come from?"
She even squatted down and poked Qingbao's chubby cheeks with her hand.
Qingbao frowned and dodged away, "You think you can poke my flesh? Call someone out!"
"What master?" The servant asked with a hint of interest.
Qingbao called out in her childish voice, "Princess Qing'an!"
The next moment.
The two servants' expressions suddenly changed, and they rushed into the house.
"My lord, something terrible has happened! Princess Qing'an has arrived!"
The Imperial Censor Song was quite old and a little hard of hearing. "What? The Princess has come to pay her respects?"
"It's Princess Qing'an. When you came back from court before, you told us not to mess with Princess Qing'an. She's someone even His Majesty has to call 'sister,' and the Crown Prince is her subordinate."
This little thing is quite imposing.
With trembling hands, Imperial Censor Song put down the tea and stood up to walk towards the door.
The butler spoke up, reminding him, "Sir, the eldest son of the Si family has requested a meeting with you..."
"What is that thing? Is it more important than Princess Qing'an? I think you're really tired of living. If you offend her, you won't even be able to go to the underworld after you die!"
Although the Emperor did not publicly announce Qingbao's identity.
However, Imperial Censor Song also heard some rumors in the court.
Su Xiao used to treat Qingbao badly, which angered the three generations of Su family ancestors so much that they personally crawled out of the ground to beat their descendants.
Not only did Imperial Censor Song not want to be beaten by his ancestors, he also didn't want his soul to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell to do hard labor after he died.
It's one thing to be a beast of burden while alive, but to be a beast of burden again in the underworld.
That's absolutely awful.
Imperial Censor Song rushed towards the door as if the wind were blowing through his feet.
The main gate of the Song family.
A carriage stopped behind the little guy.
Two men got out of the car, chatting and laughing.
"Don't worry, Brother Si, leave this to my father. He'll definitely get it done. Just do your best, and I'll put in a good word for you. This position will definitely be yours." Song Yiran patted Si Han's arm.
Si Han nodded, "Thank you for your trouble, Brother Song. As long as this matter is settled, I will definitely have my younger sister embroider your wife's wedding dress by hand."
Song Yiran is about to marry his mistress, who will become his legal wife.
But she was never satisfied with any of the wedding dresses she chose.
It is said that Su Mengxue, the daughter-in-law of the Li family of the Minister's Mansion, once had a stunning wedding dress that caused a sensation in the capital. After making inquiries, it was learned that the wedding dress is now in the hands of Si Han's younger sister, Si He.
However, the mistress was a germaphobe and didn't want anyone else to have worn her clothes, so Song Yiran had to use her connections to ask Si He to embroider a set by hand.
After searching high and low, they finally found Si Han.
Coincidentally, Si Han wanted a promotion, and there happened to be an opening in his father's staff, so he could be transferred over.
Si Han is currently a ninth-rank official; once successfully transferred, he can be promoted to the seventh rank.
His career prospects are limitless.
The temptation was so great that he couldn't resist agreeing on Sihe's behalf.
For the sake of the family's interests, Si He had no choice but to help.
Song Yiran, not being an official, didn't think it was a big deal; he just wanted to make his woman happy.
It's all up to my father's word; whoever takes the position doesn't really matter.
The two had only taken two steps when they saw Qingbao standing at the door.
Song Yiran suddenly frowned. "Where did this child come from? There's no food for you here, hurry up and leave."
His daughter, Die'er, doesn't like children. She gets annoyed whenever she sees one, especially a three-year-old like this. She screams and throws tantrums all the time, which is the most annoying thing.
Therefore, he didn't like it either.
"Guards, get rid of her!" Song Yiran waved his hand, ordering his servants to drive Qingbao away.
Qingbao turned to look at him, her eyes scrutinizing him. "Is she your mistress?"
Song Yiran frowned, somewhat embarrassed, "What are you talking about?"
"Brother Song, please don't be angry. This child is my sister's daughter. I don't know why she's here. Qingbao, why didn't your mother bring you?"
Si Han lowered his head, trying his best to appear amiable.
Qingbao took a few steps back with a look of disgust. "This overlord is here to do business with the Song family. Who wants to get close to you?"
Si Han stood there, somewhat embarrassed.
Song Yiran clenched her fists. "You brat, how dare you speak to your elders like that!"
"Who do you think you are, worthy of being my elder?" Qingbao ran her thumb across her nose, looking domineering.
She only recognizes her mother as her only family.
She didn't care about anyone in the Si family, and even disliked a few of them.
“Qingbao, your uncle was wronged before, but I didn’t know your identity at the time. Now I happen to be here at the Song family on business. Lord Song will treat you well because of your uncle. Please come in with me.”
Si Han reached out to take Qingbao's hand, desperately suppressing the storm surging in his eyes.
How could Imperial Censor Song possibly see a child?
So what if Qingbao is a judge? This is the human world, where human relationships and social customs matter.
Only if he takes Qingbao in can these things be accomplished.
Qingbao frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
An unknown black aura somehow managed to pry Si Han's hand open.
The electric shock-like numbness contorted Si Han's expression.
It hurts so much.
Qingbao actually didn't give me any face.
"Brother Sihan, what's wrong?" Song Yiran noticed that his expression was off and quickly asked.
Si Han's chest heaved violently.
"I...I'm fine. Let's go inside. Let her wait here and see how long it takes for Imperial Censor Song to come out!"
The two were just about to enter.
The next moment.
Imperial Censor Song, lifting the hem of his robe, hurriedly stepped out the door.
"Where is the person I want to see?" he hurriedly asked the gatekeeper.
Si Han was overjoyed, never expecting that he would have such great influence that Imperial Censor Song would personally come out to greet him.
He stepped forward and said to Imperial Censor Song with a smile.
"Your Excellency, I am here."
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