After Butler Pei took his men away, Mrs. Lin asked Pei Yan and Song Huan to follow her into the house.
Song Huan was still confused.
When Mrs. Lin spoke to her just now, she could only smile and get away with it.
If it is as written in the book, Pei Yan cut off Madam Lin's feet and imprisoned her, which should mean that he had a deep hostility towards her... But now, it is obviously not the case.
That guy Pei Yan brought her here to see Madam Lin. Could it be that he just wanted her to meet the elders? ...No way?
Song Huan suddenly felt a little confused, it seemed that it was not impossible?
She paused and grabbed Pei Yan's clothes beside her.
Pei Yan stopped and looked down at her, "What's wrong?"
Song Huan took a deep breath and lowered his voice to ask, "...You brought me here today just for dinner?"
Pei Yan looked a little uncomfortable when he heard this.
"Yes." He replied in a low voice.
After thinking for a moment, he explained, "Mrs. Lin was my teacher when I was young."
Song Huan looked surprised and wanted to ask more, but he saw Mrs. Lin already sitting at the Eight Immortals Table waiting for them.
She had no choice but to suppress the doubts in her heart and go into the house with Pei Yan.
After the three of them sat down at the eight-immortals table, Mrs. Lin winked at the maid who was serving her, and the maid retreated silently.
Song Huan's mood at this moment was very different from when he came.
She came here thinking that she might discover some big secret, and she felt a little excited in her heart.
And now... Song Huan sat next to Pei Yan, quietly listening to what Madam Lin and Pei Yan were saying, occasionally agreeing with a few words, looking very well-behaved.
But neither of them is good at talking.
Although Mrs. Lin showed her gentle side just now, she was particularly strict when facing Pei Yan.
As for Pei Yan... he is naturally taciturn.
So after Mrs. Lin asked about Pei Yan's recent situation, the room suddenly became quiet.
Seeing this, Song Huan felt that he should say something to liven up the atmosphere.
But she and Mrs. Lin had never met before, so she didn't know what she liked.
This means we can only talk about the past, but Song Huan is not "Song Huan" after all...
For her, it is better not to talk about the past.
...Song Huan lowered his eyes and chose to play dead.
After a long silence, Mrs. Lin said, "Let's eat."
After she finished speaking, she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of vegetables.
Pei Yan responded softly and picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks.
In front of Song Huan was a dish of sweet and sour fish, bright in color and looking very appetizing. She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the fish into her mouth.
However, as soon as the fish entered his mouth, the overwhelming sourness instantly swept over Song Huan's taste buds.
Song Huan's face was so sour that it was squeezed together, and his eyelids were about to open. "This... is this dish made by Chef Li?"
She quickly put down her chopsticks and covered half of her face with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably. "It's... too sour."
The silence in the room was broken by these two sentences.
Mrs. Lin seemed to be reminiscing about the past and couldn't help but laugh, "Huan'er looks a lot like your mother."
"When she ate those sour plums, her expression was exactly the same as yours now, Huan'er."
Pei Yan couldn't help laughing and hurriedly handed the tea to Song Huan: "When I return, I will deduct another six months' salary from Pei Bushou."
Song Huan couldn't hear what the two people next to her were saying at this moment. She took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
This sweet and sour fish is not only sour, but also has overcooked sugar, giving it a strong bitter taste. The taste is indescribable.
However, when Song Huan drank the water and washed away some of the complicated taste in his mouth, he opened his eyes and saw that the other two people just put the vegetables on the plates without eating a single bite... his mood became even more complicated.
As expected, the routine here is too complicated, and she is the only one who is naive... It makes me sad and I want to cry.
Song Huan put down Pei Yan's teacup and picked up his own to continue drinking.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside the yard.
"Master, I have something important to report." It was Pei Shen's voice.
Pei Yan's smile faded slightly, he patted Song Huan's back twice, stood up and walked out.
Song Huan put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Pei Yan's leaving back.
It was dark at night, and the voice of Pei Shen reporting outside the courtyard suddenly became lower. Song Huan pricked up his ears, but could not hear a single word.
Mrs. Lin's eyes turned slightly, and her gaze deepened as she looked at Song Huan.
After a while, Pei Yan returned to the house, his expression obviously much colder.
"This Marquis and Huanhuan will return to Mingsong Hall first, so we won't bother you today..."
He paused before uttering those two words, "—Master."
Song Huan stood up immediately after hearing this. Pei Yan looked like he must have encountered something very urgent.
She turned to Mrs. Lin and said, "Madam, I will come to accompany you another day."
After saying that, she moved and walked to Pei Yan.
Madam Lin smiled and said to Pei Yan, "If you have something urgent to do, just leave. Let Huan'er stay and keep me company. Girls are more considerate than boys like you. I still have a lot to say to Huan'er."
Pei Yan was startled, "Huanhuan..."
"Why, are you worried that she won't be safe with me?"
Before Pei Yan finished speaking, Madam Lin guessed what he was thinking and said with a smile, "Then come back to pick her up after you're done with your work. If it's too late, I'll have Granny Lin take Huan'er back. Are you relieved?"
The implication is that Song Huan must stay today.
Pei Yan's already cold expression became even colder as Madam Lin finished speaking. He said coldly, "I'm worried."
He didn't even give Mrs. Lin any face at all.
Song Huan looked at the two of them, each exchanging glances and words, each filled with hidden meaning. He felt helpless, "To stay or not... can I make the decision myself?"
When her voice rang out, Pei Yan and Madam Lin looked at her in unison.
Song Huan was not panicked at all, "I'll stay."
She had just used the "Dangerous Event Warning" coupon to check her surroundings, and the result was the same as before. As long as she didn't leave Pei Hou Mansion, she would be safe.
"Huanhuan," Pei Yan's face darkened. "Do you really want to stay?"
Song Huan nodded and pulled him into the yard.
Mrs. Lin had just received Song Huan's answer, so she let the two of them indulge in their love affairs.
"Don't worry, my husband. I won't be in danger."
Song Huan took Pei Yan's arm and said, "If you can resolve your issues quickly, come here to pick me up. If my conversation with Madam Lin ends early, I'll go back to Mingsong Hall and wait for you."
A dark light flashed across Pei Yan's eyes. She was in the mansion, so naturally she would not be in danger.
He was afraid that when he was not around, the master would say something to Huanhuan that he shouldn't... His past was all unbearable.
But... Pei Yan thought of Song Huan's words of love again...
The light in his eyes flickered, and Pei Yan asked in a low voice: "Huanhuan, do you like me?"
Song Huan: “???”
Does she have to confess her feelings again before this guy will agree to let her stay?
...But this situation isn't right. Confession also requires a good atmosphere, right?
Song Huan's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly remembered something.
She narrowed her eyes, stood on tiptoe and kissed Pei Yan's lips.
Actions speak louder than words. Let this guy taste the sweet and sour fish together, and he will know how much she likes him.
Pei Yan narrowed his eyes and began to plunder her mouth fiercely.
The deeper the kiss, the redder his eyes became.
Biting, licking, and refusing to let go.
Song Huan: “…”
Is this guy a puppy that has lost its sense of taste...
Even after drinking two cups of tea, her mouth still felt bitter and sour! How could he chew it for so long?
After a long time, Pei Yan finally let go of Song Huan, a hint of madness suppressed in his scarlet eyes: "Huanhuan... I'm greedy."
He whispered in Song Huan's ear: "So no matter what you hear or know, don't even think about leaving me."
After saying this, he seemed to be afraid to look at Song Huan, and walked straight past her and left Jingxin Garden.
Song Huan turned around and saw only the tightly closed, dark courtyard door.
“…” When will Pei Yanyan stop suffering from the second-year syndrome?
…
"He's gone." Mrs. Lin laughed softly from behind: "It seems that Pei Yan really cares about you."
Song Huan turned around and looked at the man who had come to the door in his wheelchair. He clenched his fists and said, "You kept me here. What do you want to say to me?"
"He's a smart kid."
Mrs. Lin smiled even more deeply. "In that case, I'll get straight to the point."
Her voice suddenly turned colder: "Do you know why your mother died?"
Shen Hui Niang?
The memory of the original body suddenly popped up, Song Huan's nose felt sore, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.
"Know."
For some reason, although this memory was clearly not hers, she couldn't help but tremble all over, and her fingernails almost dug into her flesh.
When Mrs. Lin saw her like this, her heart softened.
However, she knew that being soft-hearted was useless. She was soft-hearted towards the child, but she would not want to kill them.
"What do you know?" Mrs. Lin said coldly, "Tell me about it."
Song Huan's expression froze, and he suddenly felt the urge to throw his sleeves and leave.
But she knew why she stayed.
Mrs. Lin had something to say to her, so why didn't she have something to ask?
Butler Pei and Master Li are both Pei Yan's people, so it is very difficult to get anything about Pei Yan and the Pei family's past from them.
Even after trying to convince himself, Song Huan's voice still trembled as he recalled that scene. "I...saw Song Chenghai and that woman strangle my mother to death..."
"What!" Madam Lin's face turned cold, and her fingertips pierced through the armrest: "Beast! That beast!"
Song Huan held back the tears in her eyes and looked straight at Mrs. Lin: "You don't know?"
"I didn't expect that beast to actually do it himself! I thought..."
Mrs. Lin suddenly lost her voice and looked a little embarrassed.
She thought that Song Chenghai would at least not do it himself, at least not let Sister Shen be so desperate, but that beast!
Madam Lin couldn't contain her anger and said, "That beast died too easily! He deserves to be hacked into pieces!"
Song Huan was silent.
I'm afraid that even if he was cut into pieces, it would not be enough to relieve his hatred.
The original body had asked Pei Yan to kill her father and second mother... He must have also wanted to avenge her mother...
Song Huan suddenly thought of something, "Back then, what Pei Yan gave me... was it really poison?"
Judging from Madam Lin's attitude towards Shen Huiniang, it was clear that whether the original body came to ask Pei Yan for help or not, Pei Yan would send people to destroy the Song family. So, could the thing given to the original body... not be poison?
However, Mrs. Lin broke Song Huan's fantasy.
"Yes." She suppressed her emotions and said firmly: "You are Sister Shen's daughter, but you are also the daughter of that beast. You have been raised by him for so many years. No one knows what your character is like."
"And at that time, none of us knew that you saw with your own eyes... that beast kill your mother." Madam Lin took a deep breath, then looked at Song Huan steadily and said, "And the old emperor summoned Pei Yan to the palace to choose a wife for him, and you were one of the candidates."
"The timing of your appearance and the reasons you gave were too coincidental and clumsy, like a lie."
No wonder Pei Yan has always suspected her.
Song Huan's mind raced, and all the questions that had troubled her for a long time suddenly had answers.
"So Pei Yan married me just to please the old emperor and play a trick?"
"Yes." Mrs. Lin said sadly, "You are smarter than Sister Shen."
If Sister Shen could have seen through the true face of Song Chenghai, how could she have ended up being strangled to death by that beast...
"If you wanted me to die, why did you save me later?"
The first time Song Huan came here, she was stabbed in the throat by a sword from a man in black. She will never forget that feeling in her life.
Indeed, the system can allow her to live again.
But under normal circumstances, the system would allow her to go back to before she died and avoid that death.
When she woke up, she had been stabbed in the neck.
There was gauze wrapped around her neck, and Jinyue and Jinle were by her side taking care of her.
This proves that her original body had been rescued before she reached an agreement with the system.
If she hadn't chosen to come back, the system would probably have arranged for another soul to come...
"You can think that the boy was moved by compassion."
Seeing that Song Huan remained calm, Mrs. Lin showed some admiration in her eyes: "But the more realistic reason is that the black-clad man who entered the mansion that night to assassinate and steal the military token was deliberately let into the mansion by that kid."
"As for who they belong to, child, you should have guessed it."
Song Huan frowned. "Is he the old emperor's man? That's why Pei Yan kept me alive."
"Even if I really was a spy sent by the old emperor to be by his side, the fact that those men in black killed me without a second thought at least proves that I am not important at all. And if I knew the identities of those men in black, I might even defect and help him."
Pei Yan is even worse than a scheming dog.
Song Huan couldn't even find the right adjective to criticize him.
"I was also moved by compassion."
The girl was very calm in front of her, but it would be terrible if she went back and divorced that boy. How could she get a wife as compensation to that boy?
To avoid trouble, Madam Lin finally spoke up for Pei Yan, "If you have no compassion, letting you bleed to death is the best way to deal with it."
Song Huan: “…”
She couldn't refute it.
But the fact that she couldn't refute it didn't mean she wouldn't settle the score with Pei Yan when she returned.
Humph! Song Huan pursed his lips and secretly kept this account in mind.
But the important person right now is Mrs. Lin.
"Isn't that all you want to tell me?"
Song Huan showed no fear. "You want to tell me the cause of my mother's death, but you don't even know that my mother was killed by Song Chenghai himself."
"I guess what you want to say is... a deeper reason."
Mrs. Lin suddenly laughed when she heard this. She laughed quite happily.
"Child, aren't you afraid?"
"I asked you to stay because I really wanted to tell you something and test your courage."
"You are very brave. That kid is just worrying for nothing."
As she spoke, her smile paused, she seemed lost in thought, as if she were recalling something from the past. "...The Pei family is not for the faint of heart."
Song Huan: “…”
Who said she was brave?
After talking like this, her palms are sweating, okay?
However, the system kept answering her in her ear, "Yes, dear, you will not be in danger in Pei Hou's mansion," which gave her strength and courage...
"I will still be timid when I need to be timid." Song Huan replied sincerely.
In life, it is better not to establish this kind of "strong and brave" personality, as it is easy to collapse.
Mrs. Lin was amused by her. "I'm afraid we'll have to talk about the deeper reasons for this for a long time. Huan'er, do you want to stand here and listen to me?"
"Hmm..." Song Huan blinked, "Let's go inside and talk."
Mrs. Lin pushed her wheelchair into the house, and the wheelchair made rolling sounds on the ground.
Song Huan followed her and heard her ask, "Do you know that boy can't swim now?"
Song Huan responded: "I know."
How could she not be deeply impressed by the fact that he jumped into the river even though he couldn't swim?
Mrs. Lin stopped turning the wheelchair and asked, "Then do you know why he can't swim?"
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