Chapter 5 The gears of the plot begin to turn
When did Song Qingyuan become so good-looking? "
He muttered to himself, and the scene from the daytime appeared uncontrollably in front of his eyes.
In the sunshine of the courtyard, she held her two children, a gentle smile on her face that he had never seen before. The sunlight seemed to cast a warm halo around her body, even her hair was shining.
At that moment, he felt that the most reassuring thing in this palace was that small world.
It was so warm...that even he, the owner, felt a little envious.
A ridiculous thought popped into my mind: if I hold someone like that in my arms, would I also feel a little warmth?
Shen Yanzhi opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart choked with shock at his own thoughts.
He sat up irritably and punched the soft pillow beside him.
Crazy.
He must have been too idle recently, which is why he's thinking about all these random things.
But the more she suppressed it, the clearer the woman's eyebrows and the slightly curved corners of her lips when she held the child became.
What kind of love potion did this damn Song Qingyuan give him?
As the sky brightened, Zisu's footsteps landed silently on the carpet. She opened the window, letting the cool morning breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers, flow in. Then she gently pulled open the heavy curtains.
The silence in the room was broken by a strange scene on the bed.
Song Qingyuan was sleeping with her legs spread out, and two cute little babies were holding one of her legs each, sleeping soundly.
“Puff.”
Zi Su quickly covered her mouth, but her shoulders couldn't help shaking.
"Miss, in another hour, you should go to the main courtyard to pay your respects."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wenling led a few maids, carrying toiletries and a plain brocade skirt, and walked into the inner room with lowered eyebrows.
Song Qingyuan was woken up, and just as he was about to feel a surge of anger, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind: he was no longer that office slave, but had entered a novel.
The anger was instantly extinguished by a basin of ice water.
She sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Today, dress up a little more charmingly."
Zi Su's eyes lit up, and she quickly agreed, "Yes! By the way, Miss, Guard Qi Ming sent a message last night saying that the Third Young Master will come to the mansion at noon today to have lunch with you."
"My third brother?"
Song Qingyuan cheered up. In the original text, her third brother was a ruthless businessman. If it weren't for the heroine's incredible halo, none of her brothers would be easy to deal with.
Counting the days, there are still nine days until the heroine enters the mansion.
There was enough time for her to dig several big holes.
Want to sacrifice her to the heavens to fulfill your own noble ideals? No way!
"Go, put away those dull clothes. From now on, I will wear the most beautiful clothes!"
"Yes!" Zi Su was so happy that she almost jumped up. Her young lady was only 22 years old. She used to dress like an old lady, but finally she got it.
After breakfast, Song Qingyuan changed into a bright dress and walked leisurely to the main courtyard.
As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I met a woman who was dressed up beautifully.
"Hey, isn't this Sister Song? Why are you willing to dress up today?"
"Greetings, Concubine Bai." Song Qingyuan bowed politely.
Concubine Bai's gaze fell on the lotus hairpin in Song Qingyuan's hair. The hairpin was warm and translucent, not like gold or silver, but with a unique charm.
"Sister, this hairpin is quite unique. I wonder where you bought it?"
Song Qingyuan raised her hand, gently stroking the hairpin with her fingertips, a hint of just the right amount of shyness on her face: "Sorry to make fun of you, sister. These little things of mine were all given to me by my family. If you like them, I'll ask my third brother to send you a set as well."
She was naturally beautiful, and her voice was sweet and soft. After hearing what she said, the unhappiness in Concubine Bai's heart immediately dissipated a lot.
"You're too polite, sister. I feel bad asking you to send me gifts all the time." Concubine Bai changed the subject and took out a banknote from her sleeve. "Well, I'll pay you some money, and you ask your third brother to prepare three sets for me. It's settled."
There was no reason to refuse the money that was handed to him, so Song Qingyuan accepted it with a smile.
The two chatted and laughed all the way to Yixuanyuan where the princess lived.
Now, in this huge palace backyard, there are only three women in charge: the princess, the concubine Bai, and herself, Song Qingyuan. The princess does not want to give up power, but is too lazy to deal with them, so she set the rule of paying respects every four days.
Song Qingyuan followed Bai Jiaojiao into the yard, but was stopped outside the door by the princess's personal nanny.
"Please wait for a moment, my two masters. The princess is still washing up."
"Still washing up?"
Concubine Bai raised her eyebrows and looked at Song Qingyuan with a look of disbelief: "What's wrong with her? In the past five years, she has never made us wait outside."
Song Qingyuan understood that the gears of the plot had already started turning.
In the original story, this princess begins her life as a vicious mistress from today. And before long, the white concubine before her will completely shed her disguise and transform into a vicious and jealous female supporting role.
"Maybe she is tired from taking care of the eldest young master and didn't get enough rest." Song Qingyuan said softly.
This wait lasted for a full half hour.
Concubine Bai's patience had long been exhausted. As soon as she entered the main room, she didn't even bother to perform the formalities. She walked straight to a chair beside her, sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Sister, are you washing yourself in a dream? If you really can't get up, send someone to tell us why we're being kept outside to feed mosquitoes."
Song Qingyuan followed in and bowed according to the rules, but he didn't hear the word "stand up" from the person above.
Bai Jiaojiao sneered and turned to look at Song Qingyuan, who was still hunched over. But she said to the princess, "Oh, you just saved someone's son's life yesterday, and today she's acting like a mistress to you?"
She then said to Song Qingyuan, "If you encounter something like this in the future, stay away from it, so as to avoid getting into trouble for your kindness."
Concubine Bai missed the selection for the princess because of her young age. Otherwise, based on her childhood friendship with the prince, she should have been the one sitting in the main seat today.
It turns out that all the gentleness and kindness that Cui Jingyue pretended to have for the past five years were fake.
"Get up."
Finally, the princess's icy voice came from above. She looked at the increasingly charming Song Qingyuan below, feeling as if her heart was being stabbed by countless needles.
When she thought about how she had knelt down before this bitch yesterday because of Jingxuan's illness, she wanted to tear her face off immediately.
Song Qingyuan calmly stood up and sat down. When he raised his eyes, he met the princess's gaze.
There was no gratitude in those eyes, only cold scrutiny and undisguised resentment, as if he was sizing up an object, calculating where to start in order to completely destroy it.
Song Qingyuan picked up the teacup, gently blew away the hot steam on the water surface, and the corners of his lips curved into an almost invisible arc.
It seems that the favor of saving my life and that kneeling yesterday have been repaid.
I'm here to settle the score today.
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