During the few days that Qingyin was waiting to be married at home, she also received many invitations from daughters of officials. There were tea parties, flower viewing banquets, chess games and all kinds of events. The numerous invitations seemed to have completely replaced the loneliness of the Song family since her divorce and restored the Song family to its original popular state.
But Qingyin knew, and Song's mother knew, that these invitations were only extended because those people were looking at the fact that Qingyin was about to marry into the Shen family general's mansion and that the Song family had not lost the emperor's favor.
Looking at the pile of invitations on the table, Mrs. Song's face showed a hint of anger. She said sarcastically, "Hmph, these people see that you can marry into the General's Mansion again, and that our Song family is rising again. They're sending these invitations again. Ha, those people are one thing, but after your divorce, your aunt never mentioned you. Now they're showing concern for you again and even inviting you to her house to admire the flowers."
The aunt that Song's mother mentioned was from the Song family, a relative of her father's generation. Although the Song family had fallen on hard times, there were still two branches that were relatively well-off. One was Qingyin's family, and the other was the family of her aunt who had married into the Anjue Marquis's mansion in the capital. Her aunt was Qingyin's father's cousin. In the past, this aunt had received a lot of care from her father. Even after marrying into the Anjue Marquis's mansion, Song's father never forgot his cousin and often sent her money and other things.
This is why Song's mother was so angry.
Qingyin looked at Song's angry mother and smiled slightly: "Mother, why bother? After this incident, Father and Mother have seen through her true character. They will stay away from her in the future."
"You're right."
Song's mother nodded thoughtfully.
"Hmph, it's just a waste of all that stuff on that ingrate."
Song's mother complained angrily again.
Qingyin watched from the side without saying a word.
Fortunately, this time Song's mother didn't complain for long and quickly adjusted her mood.
"Qingqing, you shouldn't accept any of these invitations. Although the Emperor has already arranged the marriage, if something unexpected happens, it's better to wait until you marry Shen Du. Then you can go out and have Shen Du accompany you, and I'll feel more at ease."
Song's mother said this because of the psychological trauma she had experienced in the past.
Qingyin knew, and she nodded with a smile, "Daughter knows."
Just as she was trying to persuade her daughter to stay home, Song's mother felt a pang of heartache seeing her daughter obediently agree, knowing that her daughter had no choice but to stay at home.
She sighed and said, "It's just that you've suffered, staying at home every day."
Seeing Song's mother frowning, Qingyin gently hugged her arm and shook her hand coquettishly: "Mother~ I'm not bored at home at all. Look at these things that Chen Du sent over. I love playing with them."
That's true.
Song's mother's brows relaxed slightly. She looked at the various novel things in her daughter's room. There were strange round wooden objects, which she heard were Western clocks that could tell time. Song's mother didn't understand them, but the boy from the Shen family had brought all sorts of novelties to the Song family from who-knows-where. When she looked at Qingyin's courtyard, she realized that there were quite a few novelties in the house.
"That's fine then."
Reassured, Song's mother left Qingyin's courtyard.
During this period, not only was her daughter's wedding approaching, but her eldest son was also taking the imperial examination this month, keeping Song's mother extremely busy.
Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was the day before Qingyin was to marry Shen Du.
Song Yuebai has finished the imperial examination and achieved first place, making the already lively Song family mansion even more bustling.
late at night.
A faint noise came from outside the window. Qingyin had just gotten up to drink water in the middle of the night because she was thirsty. She noticed the noise and her heart tightened. Her previously blurry mind gradually cleared. Qingyin carefully walked to the table, picked up the only scissors that could be considered a sharp tool, and held it in her hand. She walked to the window and looked at the noise warily.
Qingyin's mind was in turmoil. Could it be that the Crown Prince knew her true identity and therefore sent people to kidnap her?
There was a rustling sound by the window, as if the window was about to open.
Qingyin's heart tightened even more.
A black figure climbed in through the window, and at the same time, Qingyin plunged the scissors in her hand down.
Fortunately, the man reacted quickly and grabbed Qingyin's wrist, which was holding the scissors.
"Ah, you lecher, let me go!"
"It's me."
A familiar, helpless male voice rang in my ears.
The man embraced Qingyin, who was trembling with fear and panic.
Qingyin leaned against the man's chest, her body still trembling from the tension and her racing heartbeat.
"Sinking into solitude?"
"It's me."
The extinguished candle was lit by Shen Du, who was holding Qingyin.
The only light from the warm candlelight allowed Qingyin to see the man in front of her clearly.
The man in the black brocade robe had his handsome, well-defined features even more striking in the candlelight.
Who else could it be but Shen Du?
"Why are you here at this time? I thought..."
Under the lights, the already stunningly beautiful woman looked even more captivating.
Especially when the beautiful woman trembles slightly and looks at you pitifully with red eyes.
Shen Du's heart was almost melted by the beauty in his arms.
The young man in black patted the warm, fragrant woman in his arms gently, trying to soothe her.
"It's all my fault. Why did I have to come in the middle of the night? I scared Qingqing."
"It's my fault for missing you so much, that I had to come to you in the middle of the night to see you..."
"Stop talking."
Qingyin blushed as she listened to Shen Du's sweet words, and hurriedly covered his mouth.
Shen Du really wanted to say something to his young wife; these were his true feelings, without a trace of falsehood.
But seeing the intoxicating blush on his wife's face, and fearing that he might offend her and be kicked out of bed the next day, he stopped speaking his true feelings and just stared at Qingyin, whose eyes were filled with a seductive charm.
Qingyin: "..."
He spoke such sweet words so fluently, and now that he's stopped talking, his eyes are even more intense, burning with desire. Qingyin's face turned bright red under his gaze, and she couldn't very well cover his mouth or his eyes anymore.
Just then, Qinghe's voice came from outside.
"Is something the matter, Miss?"
It turned out that Qinghe had heard the commotion inside the house and asked with some confusion.
Qingyin glared at Chen Du and called out to the door, "It's nothing, I'm just a little thirsty. I'll get up and have a glass of water. Qinghe, you can continue sleeping."
"Yes, Miss."
A short while later, Qinghe's footsteps faded away; she must have gone back to sleep.
Qingyin finally relaxed and released her hand from covering Shen Du.
Shen Du glanced with some regret at his wife's soft, white hand that had been lowered.
Actually, he quite wanted his wife to continue covering his mouth.
His young wife's hands were white and delicate, with a faint fragrance. The fragrance intensified as she brought them closer to his lips. He thought…
Shen Du's eyes darkened, and he cursed himself inwardly, thinking, "How perverted I am."
However, he could try asking his wife tomorrow. If she agreed, he would be willing to take a few slaps from her.
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