In the afternoon, Qingshui looked at Sang Liwan who was sitting in the corridor happily playing with birds, and couldn't help but worry.
She still remembered that when the prince brought the young lady back last night, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his whole body exuded a bone-chilling aura, which scared her so much that she almost knelt on the ground.
Fortunately, she saw that although Jun Moyi was very angry, Sang Liwan was still sitting in his arms with a heartless look on his face, so she guessed that this matter should have nothing to do with her young lady.
So I could only keep my head down and try to reduce my presence as much as possible.
Finally, it was not until Jun Moyi had taken his men away for a long time that Qingshui dared to move her stiff waist.
She stood up straight and looked in the direction where Jun Moyi disappeared. Only then did she feel her heart pounding, as if it would jump out of her throat as long as she opened her mouth.
As soon as he stood up, Qingshui felt his forehead was wet. He raised his hand and touched it, and found it was covered with cold sweat.
Sang Liwan was a little curious.
This little girl is always chattering on weekdays. If I go somewhere without taking her with me, she will definitely pull me around and ask me all kinds of questions when I come back.
This girl was afraid that he would secretly contact Jun Mochen behind her back again.
What happened today?
I've been back for a long time, why haven't you said a word?
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan turned her head with some surprise, just in time to see Qingshui's legs go weak and the whole person fall straight to the side. She was so scared that she hurried over and reached out to support the person.
It was not until he stood firmly that Qingshui realized what had happened.
She quickly took a step back and apologized in a low voice: "Miss, it was my fault that I didn't stand firmly and frightened you."
Sang Liwan frowned, looked at her strangely, and asked, "Qingshui, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why are your legs so weak for no reason?"
Qingshui raised his head and looked at her. Could she say that she was scared?
She shook her head and explained somewhat reluctantly, "I'm fine. My legs just got weak for a moment and I couldn't stand firmly."
"Really?" Sang Liwan looked at her suspiciously.
Her intuition told her that this girl was not telling her the truth, but she was not the original owner after all, and she knew that no matter how close people were to each other, it was impossible for them to be completely free of their own worries.
What's more, they are in a master-servant relationship.
Considering the original owner's previous attitude towards Qingshui, this girl did not turn against her and stab her in the back. She was already a rare loyal servant.
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan decided not to get to the bottom of the matter.
She yawned without caring much about her image and nodded, "Okay, as long as you're not sick, let's go back to sleep."
Qingshui was stunned.
Although she felt that Sang Liwan had become a little different since she woke up from her suicide, she was still not used to her talking like that.
This is so unladylike.
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Thinking of this, Qingshui suddenly sighed silently.
She raised her head and looked at the heartless Sang Liwan, who seemed to have no idea how ugly Jun Moyi's face was last night.
"Miss?"
"What's wrong?" Sang Liwan was so busy teasing the bird that he didn't even bother to glance at Qingshui.
Qingshui pondered for a long time, and finally decided to remind his heartless little ancestor.
"Miss, aren't you going to see the prince?"
Sang Liwan said casually: "Why are you looking at him? It's not like you haven't seen him before."
Before Qingshui could finish what she was going to say, Sang Liwan's words were directly blocked in her chest, and she was stuck in the middle of it, even her face turned red.
She opened her mouth, determined to pretend she hadn't heard.
"Miss, I noticed that the prince looked very unhappy when he left last night. Wouldn't you... go and show some concern?"
Originally, Qingshui thought that this matter should have nothing to do with her young lady. After all, even though Jun Moyi's face had become so ugly yesterday, he still didn't say a harsh word to Sang Liwan.
However, when she didn't see Jun Moyi this morning, she felt that things seemed different from what she had guessed.
Ever since Jun Moyi and Sang Liwan got married, they have been living in separate courtyards because of their unharmonious relationship. But every morning after Jun Moyi finished his court session, he would come to Sang Liwan's courtyard for a walk.
Although sometimes Sang Liwan wouldn't even let him in.
But this morning he took the lead, and it was the first time after his marriage that Jun Moyi did not show up the entire morning.
No matter how stupid Qingshui was, she should have thought that Jun Moyi's mood must be related to Sang Liwan. But the person involved was not aware of it at all and had to be reminded by her, a maid.
Qingshui suddenly felt that the burden on him was very heavy.
Fortunately, Sang Liwan is not someone who cannot tell good from bad.
After hearing Qingshui's words, she finally stopped teasing the bird and then carefully recalled Jun Moyi's appearance last night.
It seemed that Jun Moyi's expression had turned somewhat ugly since some time ago. Without a word, he silently sent himself back.
Although he didn't say a harsh word to himself, the aura emanating from his body was enough to freeze the passing grass to death.
Sang Liwan was puzzled. She didn't offend him, so what was wrong with this man?
After thinking about it for a while, she couldn't come up with any conclusion. Finally, she thought that he might be having his period, which was why he was emotionally unstable.
Then, Sang Liwan felt that the wheelchair seemed to be moving faster...
She originally didn't take this matter to heart, but after hearing Qingshui's reminder, she felt that this matter might really be related to her.
But even if not, she and Jun Moyi are husband and wife, and they share the same fate. If she wants to live peacefully in this place and escape Chen Yan's revenge, she will definitely need Jun Moyi's help.
Thinking about it this way, I still have to hold this thick leg tightly.
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan stood up suddenly.
"good!"
The sudden movement startled Qingshui who was standing nearby, "Miss?"
Sang Liwan looked at Qingshui with a sincere expression.
"Good Qingshui, I think what you said makes sense. Our prince is a bit moody. If I even argue with him about this, wouldn't it be too petty?"
Sang Liwan had only said half of his words when he noticed something strange on Qingshui's face.
Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he squinted, and finally, he even closed his eyes in a state of self-abandonment.
Just when Sang Liwan realized something, she heard a sneer from behind her: "I didn't expect that in Wanwan's eyes, I am a moody person?"
In an instant, Sang Liwan's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no.
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