Song Tangxue's eyes were bright, and the babbling water seemed to fall into her eyes, playing a clear and moving melody.
"Extremely satisfied." His eyes seemed to speak volumes as he examined the meticulous arrangements one by one. "Thank you, Master Xie."
Xie Qianzhong pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids: "I'm glad you like it."
Song Tangxue felt even more uneasy. It seemed that Lord Xie's earlobe was stained with a touch of red. Song Tangxue looked at it with great interest.
When Xie Qianzhong looked at her again, she looked away.
Pretending not to notice the touch of crimson, Song Tangxue stepped lightly on the pebble-paved path.
Some pebbles were wet from the flowing water, some were slippery. Her eyes darted around, and she turned to Xie Qianzhong, saying, "Lord Xie, please show me around. I'm not very familiar with my home yet."
Her curved eyebrows and eyes resembled those of a fox.
Xie Qianzhong lifted his foot and walked up to her. Song Tangxue suddenly smiled slyly and turned her head, only to step on a smooth pebble.
Her outstretched hands were met with a scalding heat. The hands next to her supported her, but they were only outstretched. Song Tangxue pretended to lose her balance and slide down.
His breath quickened slightly near her ear, and an arm pulled her up by her waist. Her waist was so slender that it could be encircled with one hand, and her soft body fell into his embrace.
It was so delicate and boneless that it seemed as if it would be crushed if any more force was applied.
The silk felt different from usual. Looking down, I met a pair of eyes that had been waiting for this moment, shimmering with water, encompassing the boundless beauty of spring. The person in my arms smiled and said, "Thank you, sir, for saving me again."
Xie Qianzhong seemed to wake from a dream, released his grip, and took a step back.
Her fingers seemed to still carry a trace of rouge and powder. Xie Qianzhong's breathing became heavier: "Please have some self-respect, Your Highness. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
After finishing his words, Xie Qianzhong disregarded all matters of propriety and almost fled in panic, his dark figure disappearing hurriedly around the corner of the gate.
Haitang, who was standing next to her, hadn't even had time to close her mouth wide open: "Miss, you just fell into Lord Xie's arms like that?"
Song Tangxue was in a good mood and reached out to support a beautifully blooming spring flower beside her: "Yes."
Watching that disappearing figure, Haitang's expression was indescribable: "Does the Ninth Prince have feelings for Miss? Why does it seem like he's shy?" The last sentence was a soft, uncertain murmur.
Song Tangxue flicked Haitang's head, and Haitang covered her head and scurried to the side. Song Tangxue walked forward and said, "What are you saying? Didn't you hear Lord Xie say it was urgent?"
Haitang's eyes were unfathomable. "Miss, do you even believe what you're saying?"
Let's leave that matter aside for now. After choosing a bedroom, Haitang enthusiastically cleaned it: "Miss, we need to buy some servants. This place is so big, I can't manage it all by myself."
Song Tangxue nodded: "Tomorrow, go to the slave trader and see if you can find anything you like."
After dinner, Song Tangxue relaxed on the bed and sighed comfortably. The bedding and other items on the bed were all from the closet that she had put there before, and they were soft and dry.
It doesn't look like it's been sitting for a long time.
As the moon rose above the treetops, Song Tangxue slept soundly, nestled in her blankets.
She slept soundly through the night, and woke up to the sound of birdsong the next morning. Haitang heard the noise and came in to help her wash up: "Miss, I went to the human traffickers this morning and picked out a few people."
Song Tangxue was surprised by her speed: "So fast?"
Haitang smiled slightly: "Haitang wants Miss to live her best life."
Song Tangxue's eyes welled up with tears. She gripped Haitang's hand tightly, their warmth mingling. The two, master and servant, who had suffered misfortune in their past life, would certainly not repeat the same mistakes in this one.
Those who harmed her, she would make them pay in full.
"Young Miss, someone from the Song family has arrived," a servant knocked on the door and reported.
"Understood. Tell them I'll come out to greet them once I'm ready." Song Tangxue waved for the servant to leave.
Haitang was a little annoyed: "Why are they here again?"
"Why wouldn't they come?" Looking at her flawless face reflected in the bronze mirror, Song Tangxue smiled, her smile radiant with springtime joy.
"There were so many people watching the show outside yesterday, they all know how the Song family made things difficult for me, the Crown Princess. Their spit could bend their spines."
“My father and grandmother were both very proud people, so naturally they couldn’t wait to invite me home.”
"Most importantly, the big expenses in the mansion all depend on me to come up with the money."
Her slender, pale fingers stretched out and picked up a pair of jade earrings, putting them on. The cool touch stimulated her palm, and with the slightest movement, Yang swayed uncontrollably.
"Let's go."
When the two arrived at the door, the servant was blocking them from entering. The houses next to Song Tangxue's residence were occupied by wealthy and powerful people.
The Song family members, who were stopped at the door, looked somewhat embarrassed.
Song Tangxue walked over gracefully, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Why didn't Mother and... half-sister tell me beforehand that they were coming? I'm a new servant here and don't know the rules, so I've neglected Mother."
"Mother, please come in first." Song Tangxue led the two of them into the room. The newly arrived maid brewed tea and brought it over. Song's mother flicked her sleeves, picked up the cup, and took a sip with a displeased expression.
Song Tangli followed behind, trying to minimize her presence.
"Pah!" As soon as the teacup touched her lips, Song's mother raised her handkerchief and spat it out, slamming the teacup heavily onto the table. "What kind of tea is this?"
"This is tea that my mother sent to my room. I couldn't bear to drink it, but I only took a little and asked the maid to brew it because my mother and half-sister came." Song Tangxue said calmly, holding a first-harvest Longjing tea in her hand, the aroma of which was intoxicating.
Suppressing her anger, Song's mother said in a harsh tone, "Come home with me."
Song Tangxue found it ridiculous: "Isn't this my home? Where else can I go back to?"
"Besides, you've already moved on from yesterday's events without giving me a reason?" Song Tangxue's gaze fell on Song Tangli, who was standing behind her mother.
"Disrespectful to your elder sister, showing no regard for rank, Ali, don't you intend to apologize to her?" Song Tangxue sipped her tea leisurely, the rising steam blurring her features.
"Your sister didn't do it on purpose, why are you so fixated on this?" Song's mother frowned, reached out to protect Song Tangli, and spoke in an unfriendly tone.
"So, the mother should apologize on behalf of the younger sister? After all, if she didn't raise her child properly, isn't the mother also at fault?"
Song Tangli grabbed her mother's hand, tears welling up in her eyes, and sobbed, "Sister, I was wrong. I shouldn't have talked back to you. I'm sorry."
Song Tangxue looked at her intently and asked, "What did you call me?"
Song Tangli gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face like broken beads: "Eldest sister, I was wrong."
"Okay, I forgive you."
Song's mother glared at Song Tangxue, then gently comforted Song Tangli, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.
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