As they were talking, the two of them had already walked out of the door.
"Besides Uncle Qin's letter?"
Song Huan hooked his hands around Pei Yan's left arm, stopped and looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Then it's okay."
Pei Yan put his right hand behind his back and gritted his teeth, "Really?"
Song Huan shook his chin firmly: "No..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Pei Yan's face suddenly become gloomy.
Song Huan was startled and couldn't help but let go of his arm and took a step back.
What's going on with this guy?
How come his expression changes so suddenly without any buffering?
Pei Yan was hurt by the way she retreated.
His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly grabbed Song Huan's wrist and pulled Song Huan into the room.
The door slammed shut with a terrifying sound.
At this moment, Song Huan was really frightened. His heart beat faster and he felt a little nervous.
But in just one breath, Song Huan calmed down.
This guy had scared her many times before, but in fact, he... had never really hurt her.
Especially this time... Song Huan lowered her eyes to look at Pei Yan's large hand that was holding her wrist. He didn't actually use much strength, as if he was afraid of hurting her...
Song Huan curled his lips unconsciously, and a sentence suddenly flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but tease, "Pei Yan, why are you acting so weird today?"
"Strange?" Pei Yan's back stiffened and he turned to face Song Huan.
The look in his eyes became more sinister.
But beneath this sinister look, there seemed to be a subtle embarrassment hidden...
Really, you want to escape from him.
Song Huan's wrist was suddenly grasped.
“…”
Looks like it went wrong?
Song Huan felt a pain in his wrist, and his eyes flashed. He hurriedly said, "I meant to say you're so cute!"
“…” Pei Yan was stunned, and the bloodthirsty violence that was surging in his body seemed to gradually subside.
But... cute?
A trace of discomfort flashed across his face, and he frowned and coughed lightly: "Where did you learn such nonsense from..."
Before he finished speaking, he thought of the handful of ashes again. Pei Yan's thin lips straightened again. Could it be that Huanhuan heard it from another man?
At this moment, Song Huan's heart also trembled.
I was careless and was only focused on teasing Pei Yan, forgetting that these words sounded like a lecher teasing a young girl.
"I read it in a storybook."
Song Huan blinked and explained, "The girl in there is unhappy, and this is how the young master coaxes her."
"Really?" Pei Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously.
"Well, my husband doesn't read the storybook, so naturally he doesn't know."
Song Huan secretly made up her mind that she would never say cheesy love words to Pei Yan again and would not cooperate at all.
"What did you want to ask me just now, my husband?"
Song Huan cleared his throat, put on a serious face, and asked bluntly.
He had no idea that his act of burning paper and burying ashes today had been exposed.
Pei Yan's eyes were deep, and he stared at Song Huan without blinking, as if he wanted to see straight into her heart from her face.
After a moment, he said in a cold voice: "When you were in the military camp, this marquis deployed secret guards in the mansion."
Song Huan: “…”
His expression gradually became dull...
Is this guy jokingly trying to scare her?
"The secret guard reports to this marquis that you buried something this afternoon."
However, as soon as Pei Yan opened his mouth, he shattered her fantasy.
After saying that, he let go of Song Huan's wrist again and turned to walk to the table beside him.
Pei Yan placed the small bundle on the table and untied it. Inside were two wooden boxes, one large and one small.
He picked up the small wooden box, opened it, and handed it to Song Huan.
What was inside... was the pile of black ashes she had buried.
“…”
Song Huan wanted to hit someone.
Beat Pei Yanyan, this scheming dog, to death!
"You placed secret guards in the mansion, why didn't you tell me?"
Song Huan took a deep breath and tried to change the direction of the fight, "Pei Yan, you're making me very angry!"
But Pei Yan was not affected at all. He raised his eyelids slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Why don't you tell me what is buried first?"
"I..." Song Huan choked, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
If it was an ordinary thing, she wouldn't have to burn it, let alone bury it.
Of course, she could just find a reason to fool Pei Yan.
After all, the things she wrote have been burned, and no one knows whether they are true or not.
This is how she had always dealt with Pei Yan's suspicions in the past.
But now their relationship...is different from before.
Song Huan didn't want to lie to Pei Yan anymore, but should he tell him everything and tell him that this world is just a book?
...No, it can't.
This is too cruel and too absurd.
Song Huan slowly exhaled, raised his eyes and said, "What I buried... was the ashes of burnt paper."
"Oh?" Pei Yan frowned, "Then what did my wife burn?"
Song Huan pursed her lips and decided to reveal her secrets a little more: "If I say I had another dream last night... would you believe me?"
This sounded too much like a lie, but when I think about the last time Song Huan said she had a magical opportunity, she also used this expression to say such unreliable words...
Pei Yan thought that maybe what his wife said at this time was the truth.
"I believe it." Pei Yan nodded slightly. "Madam, tell me, what did you dream about?"
Song Huan's eyes darkened: "I... dreamed of some things in the future."
"In the future?" Pei Yan's expression relaxed when he heard this unreliable word.
"Yeah." Song Huan responded, his eyes turning slightly, and he said with a mixture of truth and falsehood: "I wanted to talk to you when I woke up this morning."
"But you had already left. I felt uneasy, so I went to my study and wrote down the fragments of my dream. But after I finished writing, I felt that this matter was too shocking, so I burned everything I had written."
If so, it should indeed be burned.
Pei Yan's eyes were filled with worry. "What did my wife dream about?"
"That dream...in segments."
Song Huan frowned and hesitated, "Maybe I'm overthinking it. It was just a dream. Don't take it seriously."
As she said this, a brainstorming session began in her head.
Having just reviewed the plot of the book during the day, Song Huan still remembered it vividly. He quickly thought of a few things he could tell Pei Yan.
However, Pei Yan did not ask any further questions.
When he saw Song Huan's expression, he knew that the dream was not a good one.
He held Song Huan's shoulders with both hands: "Madam, did you dream of a bad future for you and me?"
Song Huan: “…” Really not.
There was no her in the dream at all, and there was no future between the two of them...
But Song Huan didn't dare to say it.
"If that's the case, my lady, don't believe it. I will never let it happen."
Pei Yan looked at Song Huan, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "This dream is wrong."
Dream...wrong?
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up and suddenly he understood.
This makes sense.
Why should she be influenced by the content of the books she read?
In fact, everything has already changed.
She always thought that the timeline being advanced and collapsed was a bad thing.
She thought this would hasten Pei Yan's death, but... maybe the opposite was true?
In the current situation, the Fourth Prince has lost the opportunity to form an alliance with the new leader of the Hu tribe, and has also lost the support of Uncle Qin... Why is Pei Yan bound to lose?
Taking a step back, Pei Yan now has no ill intentions towards Cui Yuning. Although he dislikes the old emperor, his relationship with the Fourth Prince is not as incompatible as in the book. Perhaps Pei Yan will not necessarily go so far as to rebel against the Great Chu...
This matter had been weighing on Song Huan's mind for a long time, but at this moment, Pei Yan's words unexpectedly made her figure it out.
Song Huan felt relieved instantly.
She excitedly stood on tiptoe and kissed Pei Yan on the cheek, smiling and saying, "My husband is absolutely right."
The warmth on his face quickly disappeared, and Pei Yan felt a little dissatisfied. Why did his wife only kiss his face?
Meanwhile, Song Huan had happily walked to the table. She looked puzzledly at another wooden box in the small bundle, "Husband, what's in this? Is it also paper ash?"
She burned a lot of paper today, and there was a lot of ashes.
This secret guard was really dedicated and dug out all the paper ashes she buried.
Song Huan thought about it and reached out to open the wooden box.
Pei Yan's face turned pale with panic, and he hurriedly tried to stop it, but it was too late.
"What... is this?" Song Huan looked at the fish bubbles in the wooden box and asked as if he didn't understand.
“…” Pei Yan’s ears suddenly turned red.
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