Chapter 206 Song Rouxi was plotted
At the Prince's Mansion.
"How come you are involved with the Ning Bohou Mansion?" Zhou Tianyi frowned, looking at Song Rouxi with tears in her eyes, feeling pity and confusion in his heart. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"It's not my fault. That young lady said she had a crush on my third brother and asked me for help. I don't know... why she slept with another man. I didn't want to..."
"Don't cry." Under the attack of Song Rouxi's tears, the prince finally softened his heart.
"I'll send someone to tell the Ning Bohou Mansion about this matter. It has nothing to do with you, so they can't blame you."
"But," she clutched the prince's hand, looking aggrieved, "They might not think so. I'm afraid they'll blame me later."
Although she said this, she had already made up her mind to completely deny the matter. Judging from the prince's behavior, he should trust her more than the Ningbo Marquis Mansion.
The only thing she feared now was that the Ningbo Marquisate would take the initiative to reveal the truth about everything, and she would go find them and then plan everything.
But as long as the prince is willing to come forward, they will probably not dare to speak out the matter without any consideration.
Her eyes were full of calculations, but for the first time she took the initiative to throw herself into the prince's arms, her tone soft and tender: "In this world, apart from you, I'm afraid there is no one else who is so good to me."
The prince froze for a moment, and finally spoke: "It's my duty to treat you well. It's getting late, you should go back first."
Seeing that she was so proactive, the prince just stiffly said that it was getting late and asked her to go back. Song Rouxi looked up at him aggrievedly, "Prince, do you despise me so much that you can't wait to get rid of me?"
"Of course that's not what I meant."
"Then, why don't you hug me." Song Rouxi's eyelashes trembled. In the past, it was the prince who took the initiative, and she observed the etiquette. She also felt that men did not cherish what they had, so she was always unwilling to take a step forward.
Now she took the initiative to approach him, and she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she subtly discovered that the prince was vaguely resisting.
But when she saw the prince looking at her tenderly, she always felt that she must be overthinking.
"Rouxi, you are a girl. I cannot ruin your reputation before you are officially married." As he said this, the prince slowly pushed her away and told her to go back safely.
Just as Song Rouxi was about to leave, she turned sideways and saw a set of plates placed on the corner of his study desk. The plates were elegant, contrary to the prince's usual extravagant style, and were obviously not his style.
Her eyes quickly darkened, and when she reached the door, she saw maids walking around and casually stood in front of one of them.
The maid was about to go to the kitchen. She was a servant in the kitchen. She was startled when she was stopped and hurriedly bowed: "Miss, what can I do for you?"
Song Rouxi's gaze was so sharp that the maid thought she had done something wrong and felt uneasy.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to tell me the truth."
The maid swallowed her saliva. This was not the first time she had seen Miss Song in front of her. It was said that she was the prince's favorite and the prince had always treated her very well.
"Excuse me, miss."
Song Rouxi was very satisfied with the maid's tactful reaction and smiled. "Don't be nervous. I'm just concerned about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Has anyone come to the manor recently? Feel free to ask."
After she finished speaking, she slipped a purse from her sleeve, which contained some loose silver.
The maid accepted it with gritted teeth and thought for a long time, "The person Miss is talking about, could it be... Miss Huan?"
Miss Huan! When Song Rouxi heard this name, her eyes went dark. She was indeed a bitch, hooking up with the prince behind her back. She knew that thing was not the style the prince liked.
She suppressed her anger and asked, "Tell me, what are you doing here, Miss Huan?"
"She came to bring snacks to the Crown Prince in the name of the Queen." After the maid said this, she suddenly understood what had happened. This was a dispute between Miss Song and Miss Huan.
But what does it have to do with her? She is just a servant.
She is only responsible for telling what she saw and knows nothing else.
Sure enough, Song Rouxi asked some very detailed questions, such as how Miss Huan and the prince got along, how long they stayed before leaving, how often they came, and other very sensitive questions.
The maids all made excuses, saying they didn't know, or that they were of low status and could not know these things.
Song Rouxi questioned her for a long time, and when she saw that she really couldn't say anything, she asked her to leave in an irritable tone.
The night wind was slightly chilly, but at this moment Song Rouxi only felt her heart grow colder. If she hadn't noticed those plates and snacks, would the prince have planned to say nothing?
She bit her lip, her heart filled with resentment.
At this moment, she recalled the dream she had that night. She and the prince were in love, and being together was a natural progression. Huan Yingsi also appeared briefly in the dream. The prince looked down on her, his eyes unable to tolerate anyone else except her.
The ladies and ladies of the entire capital were envious. She was the only one in the prince's backyard, and he was devoted to her alone. This was unprecedented.
To the extent that, whenever she woke up and thought about her current situation, she always felt powerless.
Why is the dream so real, but reality is so confusing to her?
She walked out slowly and just as she was about to get on the carriage, she heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar. Just as she was about to step into the carriage, Song Rouxi stopped and looked in the direction of the sound with sharp eyes.
Sure enough, a carriage that was incomparably more luxurious than hers stopped steadily in front of the prince's manor.
Huan Yingsi, surrounded by three maids and wearing a silver cloak, came in the moonlight. Unlike her previous complicated attire, she looked fresh and graceful today. There were not too many decorations on her head, and she wore a flower, which made her look more elegant and lively.
Song Rouxi seemed to be possessed, standing there motionless as she watched Huan Yingsi get off the carriage.
The two looked at each other, and Huan Yingsi smiled and spoke first, "Miss Song."
Song Rouxi pulled the corners of her mouth and said in a cold tone, "Miss Huan, why are you here so late at night? What do you want to do?" Her gaze moved to the basket in Huan Yingsi's hand, and her eyes became more angry.
She's using the same tricks to get close to the prince. How shameless and despicable. And she even has the nerve to call herself a lady of noble birth, using the same tricks.
As if he didn't notice Song Rouxi's tone, or if he did, he didn't care. Huan Yingsi smiled and said calmly, "Of course I came here for something."
"What's up."
Seeing that the other party was not giving up, Huan Yingsi touched the hair beside her temples, and her tone became a little colder. "I think there is no need to report to Miss Song why I came here and what I did. Fuqiu, let's go..."
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