On the wedding day, Mingsongtang's bedroom was destroyed by men in black, and the unconscious Song Huan was sent to Huichunyuan.
But today, Pei Yan kicked the bedroom door in Huichunyuan into pieces...
Song Huan is a patient. It is winter and the wind is blowing. He is not afraid of dying, so he will not force himself to sleep in a leaky house for a night.
Although Pei Yan was not very friendly to her, it seemed that he was unwilling to make things difficult for a little woman like her.
At least so far, no one has locked her up in the dilapidated woodshed for no reason, leaving her to eat coarse food and fend for herself.
After he left, the housekeeper of the Marquis' Mansion, a little old man in his fifties or sixties, with a slightly plump figure and a particularly round face, quickly brought the servants to clean up the mess. At this time, the craftsmen in the mansion were re-measuring the size of the door... The housekeeper was also discussing with Jin Yue which courtyard to move Song Huan to.
Although the marquis's mansion is huge and has many courtyards, they have not been taken care of for many years, and many of them have long been abandoned.
For a moment, there was no clean, tidy and suitable place for Song Huan to stay for the night.
Jin Yue discussed the matter with the housekeeper for nearly half an hour, but still couldn't come up with a satisfactory result.
Song Huan curled up on the bed with his legs crossed, his neck stiff, hugging the small quilt tightly around him.
The cold wind blew into the house for a while, and the pungent smell of incense disappeared, but so did the warmth.
She waved to Jinle.
"Madam, what do you want?"
Jinle had been guarding her all the time. His body was so cold that it was a little stiff, and his teeth were chattering when he spoke.
Song Huan stretched out his hand and gestured as if writing.
Jinle: "Do you want paper and pen?"
Song Huan quickly tucked his hands into the quilt, hugged the hand warmer tightly, nodded his chin reservedly, and did not dare to move his neck.
Jinle ran out and told Jinyue, "Sister, Madam, please give me some paper and pen."
There was a small study in Huichun Courtyard, with writing brushes, inkstones, and paper. Jinyue pondered for a moment, then walked through the screen to Song Huan and said, "Madam, why don't you accompany me to the study? It's warmer there."
Song Huan nodded her chin again in a reserved manner.
At least it doesn't leak air.
Jin Yue immediately called the servant over and ordered him to carry the heater to the study first.
Song Huan stood up, put on his shoes, reluctantly put down the small quilt wrapped around him, put on a cool cloak, and walked towards the study with the support of Jin Yue.
...There was no other way, she sat cross-legged for a long time and her feet became numb!
She walked very slowly.
Coming out of the bedroom, walking along the corridor and around the corner, the study was not far away. However, it took Song Huan half a quarter of an hour to walk such a short distance. His feet became stiffer and stiffer, and his face was hurt by the cold wind.
As soon as she entered the study, the warm breath penetrated into her pores, and Song Huan's body trembled slightly due to the heat.
What followed was a comfortable warmth all over her body, and even her face became a little rosier, no longer as pale and weak as before.
In the center of the room stood a copper stove as tall as a person, with delicate and intricate patterns carved on the outside. Inside, extremely precious silver charcoal was burning. There was no smoke, and the smell of charcoal was very light, almost non-existent.
Song Huan looked at the copper stove with bright eyes. The faint smell in the air... was the smell of gold!
Jin Yue supported Song Huan and walked to the east. There was a beauty couch on the east side, and next to the couch was a low table with a yellowed book on it.
After Song Huan sat down, Jin Yue said, "Fortunately, Huichunyuan has been cleaned regularly over the years, and the study is often ventilated, so there's no musty smell left in the room. Madam, please rest for a while. I'll go grind the ink first."
"Hmm." Song Huan nodded her chin again in a reserved manner.
After watching Jin Yue walk to the opposite side, Song Huan began to look at the study carefully.
The study is only half the size of the bedroom, but its layout is simple and elegant. The door opens in the middle of the room, virtually dividing the study into two parts, east and west.
She was sitting on the somewhat dim beauty couch in the east room, facing west. The desk in the west room was next to the window on the south wall. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, allowing Song Huan to see everything in the west room clearly.
There were two windows on the west side, side by side, providing excellent light, but none of the windows on the beauty bed were open.
The layout of this study... the ray of light coming in through the gap in the door clearly divides it into two areas of light and dark.
Song Huan combined the context of "My Husband Has All Power" with the current situation to analyze the situation. The Pei family was small, and Pei Yan had no brothers or sisters. If Song Huan remembered correctly, the only person left in the Pei family besides Pei Yan was a mad stepmother, who was imprisoned by Pei Yan in a small courtyard in the most remote part of the Pei family.
The book also mentioned that before Pei Yan's father died, he told Pei Yan that after his death, Pei Yan must move to Mingsongtang.
Huichunyuan, which is the only one of the two courtyards along with Mingsongtang that is carefully cleaned and cared for by the servants of the Marquis' Mansion every day, is probably the courtyard where Pei Yan lived when he was a child.
"Madam, the ink is ready!"
Song Huan was just thinking when Jinle's cheerful and sweet voice came into her ears.
The child is still young and has a cheerful and lively personality. She can't concentrate on staying with Song Huan obediently.
Song Huan noticed early on that her eyes kept glancing at Jin Yue, then quickly looking away, her fair and tender face full of the dilemma of "I want to play but I can't play".
So cute, so adorable.
If Song Huan could speak, he would have let the little girl go play long ago.
She squinted and smiled at Xiao Jinle, then stood up and walked to the desk.
The light turned from dark to bright. Song Huan stood in front of the desk, but his eyes were attracted by the things outside the window - at this time, the housekeeper was talking to a young man by the courtyard gate.
Song Huan's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling about what he saw.
"System, do you have any tools for predicting danger?"
System: "Dear, yes."
Song Huan: "Wow, you replied so quickly. I thought you were offline again."
System: "Dear, stop joking~"
Song Huan: “…”
This sudden and annoying voice message, is the broken system taking revenge on her?
"Type well, don't make me hit you."
But the broken system was not afraid at all and continued to do its own thing: "Dear, I recommend you use the "Lifetime Dangerous Event Warning" package."
Song Huan... endured it for a moment, "How much does it cost?"
System: "Dear, ten years of life value can be exchanged."
Song Huan... just bear with it a little longer.
"Are there any other options?"
System: "Dear, here we also have single-use tickets for "Dangerous Event Warning" that you can redeem."
Song Huan: "How much is the single charge?"
System: "Dear, I only need one day's worth of health points, but the single-use coupon can only be used on the day of redemption."
Song Huan looked at the young man who was talking to the housekeeper at the gate. He was holding a sword in his hand, and the scabbard was pitch black, which made people feel even colder than the blue sky outside.
One day's life value is within her tolerance.
Song Huan gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try it once."
The system made a "ding" sound, and a purchase page popped up. Song Huan chose to confirm the purchase.
Another box pops up in the system: "Do you want to use it now?" "Yes or No"
Song Huan chose yes.
System: "Using the 'Dangerous Event Warning' ticket, please wait..."
"Ding—the system has detected a dangerous source within a one-kilometer radius."
"Would you like to view the details now?"
Yes or No
Song Huan: "Yes."
System: "Dangerous event details:
Source of danger - target Pei Yan.
Cause of danger - The target Pei Yan has a negative favorability towards you, the host, which may put your life in danger.
Solution - Please increase your attack target as soon as possible.
The system's voice suddenly stopped.
Song Huan closed the dialog box with the system expressionlessly and dragged the system into the blocked list.
When you can no longer endure, there is no need to endure anymore. The world suddenly becomes quiet and beautiful.
She was really out of her mind just now, and actually believed the nonsense told by the broken system!
Seeing Song Huan staring out the window for a long time, Jin Yue followed her gaze. After a quick glance, she saw that the people talking by the courtyard gate were Butler Pei and Pei Chen. She then retracted her gaze and said softly to Song Huan, "The person talking to Butler Pei is Pei Chen. He has been with the Marquis since he was a child and is his personal bodyguard. Perhaps the Marquis sent Guard Pei to Huichunyuan to pass on a message. Madam, do you need me to see Guard Pei?"
Song Huan came back to his senses after hearing the voice and thought to himself: No, she is afraid.
Pei Yan just threw her to the ground. Although his favorability towards her has increased... it's still negative!
What good could come of sending someone to look for her now? They might just throw her into the dilapidated little woodshed.
Song Huan picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote a big "no" on the paper.
No, no! She didn’t want to go to the cold and dark little woodshed!
Jin Yue had no idea that the wife of the Marquis, who had just married into the Marquis's Mansion, had such a rich inner life. She thought that if the Marquis really had any instructions, Butler Pei would surely come to the study to see the lady in a while, so she didn't mention it again.
"Madam, what did you ask for when you asked for paper and pen?"
Hearing this, Song Huan picked up the pen again, and then her hand paused... Oops, she forgot.
I haven't accepted the host's memory yet, so I wonder if the original Song Huan can write?
Even if they can write, their handwriting is different!
Song Huan looked at the black word "No" on the paper and felt a little pain and numbness on his face.
She was just too cold in the bedroom because of the wind and wanted to find a warmer place to sit...
After a while, she made up her mind and wrote: Spend the night in the study.
Who cares.
Things will work out when the time comes.
We’ll talk about the future later.
This study is quite warm. Since she has nowhere else to live for the time being, she might as well stay here for the time being.
Jin Yue was embarrassed when she saw the words, "Madam, do you want to stay in the study tonight? I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep well at night."
There is only one beauty couch in the study. It is fine for a short rest, but if you sleep on it for a whole night, you will probably be tired, not to mention that the lady is injured now.
Song Huan wrote: It’s okay.
She has even slept on beds that are narrower and harder than the beauty couch.
Besides, it’s only one night. The craftsmen in the Marquis’ Mansion should be able to replace the door for her before tomorrow night.
Besides, if Huichunyuan was really the courtyard where Pei Yan once lived, she might be able to discover some of his shameful little secrets in this small study... hehe.
The author has something to say: Song Huan: The system is shameless.
System: ... (Can't hear, offline.)
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