Chapter 26: When I see flowers in the fog, I am pregnant.
Hello Shi An, it’s nice to see you in person. New Year’s Eve is approaching, and I have prepared a generous gift for you. I hope you are well.
Min Shian never got tired of reading the few words on the letter, but this time her handwriting was a bit sloppy. Min Shian stroked the letter paper with his fingers, and his mind flashed through all the bits and pieces of their past, which finally turned into a sigh.
The first New Year's Eve after marriage will inevitably be busier.
She carefully placed the letter back into the envelope and then placed it in the wooden box. Before she knew it, the nearly one-foot-high wooden box was already filled to the brim with letter paper.
"Master, everyone has been dealt with."
Chun Tao presented a list and continued, "It's all here, please take a look, Master."
Min Shian took it and confirmed that the maids and servants she had bought and their families were all on it. Then she threw the paper into the incense burner and burned it. She said, "Well done. Choose anything you want from the storeroom. Then I'll take someone to decorate the house and add some festive atmosphere."
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Chuntao's lips curled up slightly. To her, priceless treasures were far less valuable than a word of praise from her master.
Min Shian was fiddling with the hand warmer given to her by He Jing out of boredom. She always felt that the hand warmer was a little strange and too delicately designed.
Although she does not use a hand warmer, Song Tinglan often uses it because she is quite familiar with it. Most hand warmers value practicality and have simple and smooth shapes. There are also some that are the result of craftsmanship with great effort. They are extremely rare and are generally used for collection or gifts.
The one He Jing gave her was the latter. It was hollowed out and carved, yet inlaid with dazzling jade. It looked gorgeous at first glance, but a closer look revealed that its design was a bit out of place.
But since He Jing meant so well, she didn't want to say much.
"Master, dinner is ready." Chun Tao, who had returned, put down the food box. She hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Master, are you still going to the Song Mansion?"
Min Shian put the hand warmer aside and responded, "Well, go prepare the sedan chair."
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get closer to each other, how could she let it go?
Min Shian has been taking care of Song Sheng's breakfast and dinner these days on the pretext of diet therapy. She lied to Song Sheng that she made them herself. Now that she had said this, Song Sheng had to obey even if he didn't want to.
His health did gradually improve under her treatment, so Min Shian could vaguely feel that Song Sheng's attitude towards her was not as distant as usual, and occasionally he would reveal some true feelings, as if the perfect mask had a slight crack.
"Your Highness, what are you thinking about so intently?"
Song Sheng put down his jade chopsticks and tapped the table lightly with his knuckles. The tiny glint in his eyes made his expression even gentler, and the faint smile at the corner of his lips showed his happy mood at the moment.
"Nothing." Min Shian shook her head. She was really crazy. She could actually see the meaning behind Song Sheng's unchanging smile.
"I have some clues about that person, but I can't jump to conclusions. What about you?"
When the Five Stones Powder case was mentioned, Song Sheng's smile faded a little. He replied, "The same goes for me. Once I find solid evidence, I will inform Your Highness as soon as possible."
Min Shian chuckled and said jokingly, "Who in the capital can hide this from the Minister of Records?"
The person he found was most likely the same person she had intuitively guessed. Min Shian felt mixed emotions. It was the first time she hoped her intuition was wrong.
In a daze, she heard Song Sheng's muffled laughter, and then two light words fell into her ears and hit her heart.
He said—
"You."
The soft moonlight shone through the lattice window onto Song Sheng's side. The faint scent of agarwood lingered around Min Shian, as powerful as its owner, surrounding her tightly.
It was clearly winter, but Min Shian suddenly felt a little stuffy in the room. It must be because the charcoal basin was burning too vigorously. She laughed dryly and replied, "You are joking, my lord."
"I don't have that ability yet, and I'm not hiding anything from you."
The two chatted for a while, but Min Shian couldn't stand the sticky atmosphere anymore, so he made up an excuse and left.
As soon as she got off the sedan chair, she saw Chuntao pacing back and forth at the gate of the mansion with a red silk in her hands. Chuntao turned around and walked quickly towards her, whispering in her ear, "Mrs. Song is here."
Min Shian paused, frowned, and repeated, "Mrs. Song?"
"Miss Tinglan."
Tinglan!
Min Shian's eyes lit up, the corners of her mouth rose wildly, and the smile between her eyebrows was not concealed at all. She strode back to the mansion, and when she saw the two people snuggling together in the yard, the smile froze on her face instantly.
Xiao Wangjing quickly let go of Song Tinglan, and with a flushed face, he took her behind him. He faced Min Shian's unfriendly gaze alone, bowed and said, "Greetings, Princess."
Min Shian ignored him and glanced at Chuntao, questioning why there was such a dirty thing in the mansion?
"I didn't see Master Xiao." Chun Tao bowed her head and apologized softly, "I know I was wrong. There won't be a next time."
Min Shian looked back and forth at Xiao Wangjing. When her eyes met their interlocked hands, she took a deep breath and said coldly, "Who allowed you to come to the princess's mansion?"
"Your Highness..." Xiao Wangjing was somewhat bewildered, and subconsciously covered Song Tinglan even more tightly. He said, "Tinglan has missed Your Highness for a long time, and I have long admired Your Highness's reputation, so I came with Tinglan. Your Highness, please forgive me."
Min Shian snorted coldly, then realized that Song Tinglan had been hiding behind Xiao Wangjing. Her expression softened and she asked softly, "What are you hiding for?"
She took two steps forward, and Song Tinglan finally walked out from behind Xiao Wangjing. She protected her belly, her face flushed as she said, "Shi'an, I'm pregnant."
Min Shian's hand, which was about to help her, froze in mid-air. His mind went blank and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. His emotions were torn, half happy and half worried.
Her Tinglan is not only getting married, but is also going to be a mother.
"Are you feeling unwell? How many months along? Is it a boy or a girl? Have you decided on a name?" Min Shi'an pushed Xiao Wangjing away, put his arm around Song Tinglan's waist, lowered his gaze to her slightly bulging belly, and continued, "Why are you running around when you're pregnant?"
She carefully supported Song Tinglan and walked slowly towards the main hall.
Xiao Wangjing followed them two steps behind, his eyes fixed on Song Tinglan's back, his hands clenched into fists, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.
"I'm not feeling unwell. It's been over a month. I think it's twins. I haven't decided what to give them yet."
Song Tinglan answered Min Shi'an's questions calmly. After sitting down, she glanced at Xiao Wangjing, who was standing upright beside her, and said, "Give the things to Shi'an."
Then Xiao Wangjing took off the dagger from his waist and handed it to Min Shian with both hands.
"This was made by the best craftsmen in Beifeng. It's small and sharp. I drew the design. Come and take a look at it." Song Tinglan's eyes were full of anticipation, and her gaze followed the dagger.
Min Shian took it with a faint smile. The handle and scabbard were made of ebony. She could smell the slight fragrance of sandalwood when she held it in her hand. It was not carved in any way, retaining the original texture of the sandalwood, and a solemn and murderous breath came to her face.
She pulled out the blade, which was slightly curved and made of black iron. The blade flashed with a cold light, and there were two barbs on the back of the blade near the tip, which could definitely tear off the enemy's flesh.
“Ding-dang——”
Xiao Wangjing blocked with his sword, and it collided with the dagger, sparks flying.
He had not expected Min Shian's sudden attack, and he only attacked instinctively without controlling the strength. Min Shian was shocked to the point of numbness in the palm of his hand. She retracted the dagger and shook her almost crippled hand, then said to Song Tinglan with satisfaction: "The dagger is excellent, and the man is okay."
Being in Beifeng, she must have real skills to protect her Tinglan.
Song Tinglan's heart was in her throat, then she calmed down. She scolded him, "Shi'an, why did you hit him for no reason? Is your hand okay?"
Then she glared at Xiao Wangjing fiercely and said fiercely, "Why are you using so much force? Thunder, lightning, rain and dew are all grace from the emperor. If the princess hits you, you just take it. Why are you blocking it?"
Min Shian shook his head and pulled Song Tinglan to continue talking. Xiao Wangjing stood beside him as if he was being punished for half an hour.
Finally, Song Tinglan said goodbye, "I haven't visited my brother yet, so I'm going back home first."
Min Shian sent the two of them out of the mansion and did not return until the carriage disappeared.
After seeing off the guests, Chuntao took out the red silk again and directed the servants to decorate the house in an orderly manner. They worked quickly and finished the decoration in just half a day.
However, Song Sheng's mood was not particularly good at the moment. Originally, his sister's return home was a happy occasion, but not only did she go to the princess's mansion first, she also brought back an eyesore. Then he learned that she was pregnant.
He immediately brought Xiao Wangjing to the courtyard alone.
A quarter of an hour later, Song Sheng slowly returned to the house, followed by the limping Xiao Wangjing.
It was really an inopportune time for Xiao Wangjing to come. Song Sheng had recently received a message from Song Chen, saying that clues had been found about the person who poisoned the person. After various investigations, it was confirmed that the murderer was a man named Hu Yue.
This person was a maid in the Song Mansion who was specifically responsible for purchasing low-ranking servants and slaves. She usually had a very low presence, but it was this unknown little person who caused Song Sheng to be poisoned.
But Hu Yue had long since disappeared, as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth. Song Chen secretly searched for several days and found her completely eaten body in a mass grave. Her head was stuck in a crevice in the rock, so she had survived and some of her original appearance could still be seen.
This time there is no evidence. Even if we know that Hu Yue was instructed by someone, it will probably take a lot of effort to investigate it in detail.
Song Sheng already had a vague answer in his mind. He asked Song Chen to investigate just to find definite evidence, so he was not in a hurry. Therefore, he ordered him to get to the bottom of it.
"Brother, you..." Song Tinglan was at a loss for words, but had nothing to say.
Publicly, Song Sheng's rank was higher than his; privately, Song Sheng was his wife's elder brother. Moreover, the fact that he was able to bring Song Tinglan back to the capital this time was also thanks to Song Sheng's consent.
Therefore, no matter what, he must not fight back.
"Tinglan, nothing's wrong." Xiao Wangjing, who was beaten to a pulp, pretended to be nonchalant. He stood beside Song Tinglan and continued, "I accidentally fell while talking with Lord Song in the courtyard."
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