Chapter 475: A man's affection is mostly just words
Mo Jinchuan curled the corners of his lips without any emotion, "As for my father, my aunt will take care of me."
Thinking of something, An Yi hesitated and said, "Master, could there be any misunderstanding in what happened back then?"
He paused and continued, "Although the princess doesn't like the young masters, she has treated them sincerely over the years."
"Perhaps." Mo Jinchuan stroked the wall of the cup and ordered in a deep voice: "Have your men keep a close eye on the princess's residence, including the villa where the prince consort lives. Don't miss any sign of trouble."
An Yi asked in surprise, "Master, are you also going to investigate the Prince Consort's side?"
He is just a useless person who has been secluded in the villa for many years and is not even allowed to step out of the door. Why does he need someone to check on him?
Mo Jinchuan nodded and said meaningfully, "My aunt is not a good-tempered person. She harmed my cousin's concubine back then. When the matter was exposed, she died tragically. However, my husband is still alive and well."
When he mentioned the words "safe and sound", his eyes darkened.
For a man, living without dignity is no different from being dead.
This is exactly what he found strange.
No matter how afraid of death the prince consort was, it would be hard for him not to be driven crazy after being imprisoned in a small villa for many years.
But a few days ago, someone heard someone playing the piano and reciting poetry when passing by the villa.
His good uncle had been notorious for being a drunkard and a womanizer many years ago, and he knew nothing about literature.
But my aunt admired scholars the most and kept many literati in her house.
She has rarely interacted with others in recent years, but she would go to the villa on the first day of every month without fail, and stay there for exactly three hours, no more, no less.
If it was just to torture the prince consort, he would have died long ago.
There might be something strange going on in the villa.
An Yi realized the seriousness of the matter and was about to leave, but then stopped.
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes and said, "Speak."
An Yi: "Master, Mr. Qiu is taking a day off today. Do you need me to prepare a gift for you?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that he shouldn't have acted on his own initiative, and hurriedly said, "My subordinate said too much, my master, just pretend you didn't hear it."
An Yi hurriedly turned around and walked out, then heard Mo Jinchuan order: "Bring the bow that Zong Ping seized. Madam Qiu will definitely like it."
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Qiu Mansion.
As Qiu Ling expected, Mrs. Qiu really clamored to cook herself.
Qiu Yuanzheng couldn't persuade her, so he had to change his clothes quickly and stay in the kitchen to help her light the fire.
Song Yanxi sat in the yard and accompanied Qiu Ling in embroidering. Besides worrying about Mrs. Qiu's health, she felt even more ashamed.
It was a rare day for Lord Qiu to have free time, so she shouldn't have chosen today to visit him.
Guessing what she was thinking, Qiu Ling winked at her and chuckled, "This is my parents' hobby. Even if Sister Yanxi didn't come, my father would definitely help my mother."
Song Yanxi's mind moved slightly, and she said sincerely: "The relationship between my uncle and aunt is really enviable."
Qiu Ling was used to it, and while sorting out her wires, she said, "Since my great-grandfather's generation, the men of the Qiu family have been famous for loving their wives.
Otherwise, my grandfather wouldn't have been willing to marry my mother, whom he regarded as the apple of his eye, to me."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but sigh, "If you ask me, a man's affection is mostly just words.
Throughout the generations of the Qiu family, except for my father who didn't take a concubine, my great-grandfather and grandfather both had numerous concubines."
As Qiu Ling said this, she quickly turned her head to make sure her parents were not there, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.
She patted her chest and said proudly, "I will get married in the future, and my future husband can only be me, otherwise I would rather cut my hair and become a nun.
It's too boring to stay in the backyard and scheme against others for men all day long."
Song Yanxi couldn't help but frown when she saw that the little girl was so resourceful.
Then, following Qiu Ling's words, Shui Lingling changed the subject and asked, "Sister, what kind of husband do you want to marry?"
Song Yanxi was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
When she was studying medicine with her master, her mind was full of things related to curing diseases and saving lives.
Apart from that, she was not in the mood to think about it and was too busy to care.
After marrying Lin Tingfeng in a muddle, she, who was not good at managing the inner house, took over the general's household affairs and was busy with trivial matters every day.
I'm so tired of all the trivial matters.
Even Lin Tingfeng, she only thought of him when Old Madam Lin urged her to maintain the relationship between husband and wife through letters home.
Even if she really had the leisure time, she should be thinking about how the two of them could live together as a couple after Lin Tingfeng returned.
After that, she lived her life again.
For a person whose heart and eyes are full of hatred, every step he takes is full of temptation and calculation.
Even if she really wanted to consider remarrying, she would not be sincere at all.
Come to think of it, there's really nothing much to mention.
Qiu Ling took her hand and shook it gently, saying unwillingly, "Sister, you must be fooling me. How could a woman not have thought about what kind of man she would marry in the future?"
She pressed the issue, "Sister, do you prefer the scholar or the general?"
Song Yanxi didn't want to answer, but for some reason, a vague figure appeared in front of her.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, she replied, "General."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Ling's face immediately lit up with joy. "What a coincidence! My brother is also a general."
The blurry figure in front of my eyes gradually solidified into a solid entity.
Looking at that extremely familiar face, Song Yanxi curled the corners of her lips and said, "Sister Ling'er, I have no intention of General Qiu."
Qiu Ling frowned and asked again and again, "Sister, you don't like the young general, do you like the big general?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold cough was heard.
Qiu Ling was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find that Qiu Yuanzheng was standing by the archway at some point.
On one side of him was Mo Jinchuan, who was wearing a crescent-shaped robe and had a handsome face.
He stood there quietly with a faint smile on his face, and without saying a word, he looked like an elegant scholar.
Qiu Ling smacked her lips and muttered softly, "It seems that my sister won't like the prince either."
The smile on Mo Jinchuan's face faded visibly.
Although Qiu Yuanzheng didn't know what he heard, he still understood his daughter's personality.
His face immediately darkened, and he scolded in a low voice: "Ling'er, why don't you come over and see the prince?"
Qiu Ling quickly stood up and bowed to Mo Jinchuan.
She said respectfully, "Ling'er greets His Majesty."
Hearing the call of "Your Highness" over and over again, Song Yanxi stood up as if waking up from a dream.
Just as he was about to salute, he heard Mo Jinchuan say calmly, "There are no outsiders here at the moment, so no need to be polite."
Qiu Ling hurriedly supported her and whispered in her ear, "Sister, it turns out His Royal Highness Prince Jin is so easy to talk to."
Easy to talk to? He's certainly been more approachable lately.
Thinking back to the day when they first met in front of Lin Tingfeng's grave, Song Yanxi felt as if it was a lifetime ago.
At that time, she would never have believed that so many things could happen in just half a year.
It also caused a drastic change in the relationship between the two of them.
Song Yanxi was lost in thought when she heard Qiu Ling shout, "Sister, stop staring! My father and the prince have already left."
"Gone?"
Qiu Ling nodded and explained, "My father took the prince to the study. Maybe there is something important."
Thinking of something, she said happily, "My father is so busy with work that he doesn't even have time to eat. No one will compete with us for delicious food today."
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