After receiving the original body's memories yesterday, Song Huan read and memorized them and studied them carefully all night.
It can be said that in this world today, no one knows the original body better than her.
So now no matter how Pei Yan sets a trap for her, she won't panic.
Isn't it just that you suspect that her bandaging technique is too skillful?
Since her mother died, her stepmother and stepsister moved into the Song family, and she would get hurt several times a year.
What's wrong with knowing a little about bandaging?
"Really?" Pei Yan obviously didn't believe what Song Huan said. He glanced at him lightly with an imposing aura.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Yes, if you don't believe me, send someone to the Song family to investigate. Secretly, find any servant or boy in the Song family, give them some silver and ask them. They will definitely tell you everything they know."
"Whatever you want to know, they will tell you what they know, and they can also make up something for you if they don't know."
Now, all the servants and boys of the Song family are the aunts and uncles of Madam Song’s family, as well as their husbands, sons and daughters... The network of relationships is very deep.
And some secret matters can no longer be kept secret under such interpersonal relationships.
Pei Yan didn't have to bother to find out what he wanted to find out.
In fact, Pei Yan had already found out about what Song Huan mentioned.
However, if he had only been injured a few times, yet he could treat the wound so cleanly and bandage it so skillfully... Pei Yan would not believe it at all.
The woman didn't tell him the truth.
But Pei Yan was not in a hurry at this moment.
According to Chen Ji, Song Huan is a woman with some talent in the art of medicine, but as to the depth of her talent, Chen Ji needs to test her to know.
If Song Huan really had some talent, Pei Yan would consider sparing her life.
But the prerequisite is that the woman must be loyal and able to be used by her.
Otherwise, he would still kill her.
System: "The capture target "Pei Yan"'s favorability towards you has been changed." "Favourability +5."
Song Huan's hand wrapped in gauze paused for a moment, then moved quickly again.
I got used to it. I grew up.
Pei Yan is a unstable lunatic. His favorability level fluctuates, but as long as it doesn't drop below "favorability -50", Song Huan can remain calm.
As expected, just after Song Huan had bandaged her wound and tied up the ugly knot, the system reminded her, "The favorability of the capture target "Pei Yan" towards you has changed." "Favourability +15."
What a fickle man.
Song Huan checked the "Daily Say". Pei Yan had just said a lot of things, so she should be able to complete the task.
I opened it and saw: "Daily Talk" - 7/10.
Song Huan: "..." Is there something wrong with the system?
Pei Yan just said such a long paragraph, why is there less than ten replies?
Her wounds have been bandaged, what else is there to talk about?
"...Why hasn't anyone from the Song family come to see me these past few days?" Song Huan gritted his teeth and continued chatting with Pei Yan.
Pei Yan looked at her and asked, "Do you want to see them?"
Song Huan hurriedly shook his head, "Of course not."
If Pei Yan called someone to the Marquis' Mansion, she would be in trouble.
"That day I faked my own corpse and scared Madam Song and Song Yun away. When they got home they would have realized I was scaring them on purpose.
Given their personalities, they would definitely come to the Marquis' Mansion to cause trouble after realizing what's going on. But they haven't been seen for days. Do they really think she's turned into a zombie? "
Pei Yan stood up and put on his clothes after hearing this. "They came here several times, and I ordered people to stop them outside the mansion."
Song Huan: "..." Is Pei Yan thinking about her?
Pei Yan added, "You don't have to go to the palace banquet tonight. Just stay in the Marquis' Mansion."
System: "Ding—"Daily Say" task completed, please claim your health points as soon as possible."
Song Huan was relieved when he saw the system message. "Okay, if you said you won't go, then don't go."
What kind of uterine banquet is this? She really wants to go.
The author has something to say: Jinjin: The word count is a bit short, so I'm covering my face... I'll be home tomorrow, and the update the day after tomorrow should return to the previous time and word count. Three thousand words a day, every day at three o'clock in the afternoon, see you there~
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