During the meal, Jiang Wan also sent Biluo to keep an eye on Mr. Yun Que.
The news they received was that Yun Que didn't even get out of the carriage; he ran away as if he had encountered something terrifying.
She felt relieved and put the poisoned gold hairpin back into her hair, but a question arose in her mind.
Mr. Yun Que avoided Song Ziyu twice, which must have been out of some concern.
But despite the distinct timeline, we haven't even seen him...
Jiang Wan was pondering this matter when she was drinking tea. She was so careless that the tea spilled out.
She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corner of her lips.
A few sections of green bamboo are embroidered on a sky-blue handkerchief, fresh and elegant, and it is stained with a light touch of rosy lip rouge.
She didn't notice and casually draped the handkerchief over the edge of the table.
That day, when she went to Commander Li's residence, although learning double-sided embroidery was just an excuse, in order to complete the act, she followed Madam Shang and embroidered two handkerchiefs stitch by stitch.
She had casually made up an excuse to get the handkerchief, and Biluo, in order to leave no trace, took the handkerchief without asking.
"Winning the martial arts competition is such a joyous occasion, yet you're not even willing to send out an extra invitation. You're really stingy."
A cold male voice rang out, and Jiang Wan turned around to see Pei Xuan standing behind her, not knowing when he had arrived.
"Sister Jiang, ignore him."
Pei Tang ran out from behind him and leaned affectionately next to Jiang Wan, picking up a crystal cake and stuffing it into her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she muttered something under her breath.
"It's not that I'm upset with you, it's just that he came uninvited and felt embarrassed."
Jiang Wan was amused by her, and her eyebrows and eyes unconsciously curved into a smile.
"Your Highness is so perceptive, you will naturally not blame me."
She looked at Pei Xuan.
"And I did send a thank-you gift that day."
“That inkstone is exquisite and valuable, but it is ultimately a vulgar object.” Pei Xuan waved his folding fan, his gaze intentionally or unintentionally sweeping across her face before finally settling on her cloud-like hair.
"If you really want to express your gratitude, then give something sincere."
He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.
"For example, what kind of good stuff was applied to the hairpin that was pressed against General Song's back just now?"
Jiang Wan suddenly looked up, her eyes slightly open.
She thought she had done it discreetly, but she never expected that someone would notice.
Was Pei Xuan too perceptive, or was he paying extra attention to his every word and action?
Now that things have come to this, there's no point in denying it anymore, so Jiang Wan simply smiled and asked, "Is Your Highness interested?"
Pei Xuan nodded, a hint of amusement in his smile: "Did you make this yourself?"
Jiang Wan looked up at him and inexplicably felt that his tone was somewhat familiar.
She suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and took out a purple porcelain bottle from her sleeve: "Your Highness, please be careful. If you accidentally swallow it, I will not be responsible."
"Thanks for the reminder. It seems I need to be careful when storing it."
Pei Xuan glanced at the porcelain bottle, then casually picked up the handkerchief on the table, wrapped it up in layers, and tucked it into his sleeve.
The movements were so fluid and seamless that Jiang Wan didn't notice anything amiss.
Pei Tang's attention was entirely focused on the Dongpo pork knuckle in front of him, and he didn't notice the two people's actions.
Pei Xuan put the things away and then got down to business: "The Emperor will value the top scorer in the martial arts examinations over the years, and may even personally appoint an official position for Song Yu. What are your thoughts?"
No rush.
Jiang Wan said.
Even if Emperor Jingyuan wanted to appoint officials, he would have to wait for the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Personnel to report to him layer by layer before making a final decision, which would take at least until next month.
But a surprise attack by the Donglai people was imminent.
For Emperor Jingyuan, witnessing Song Yu's loyalty and bravery in protecting him was more valuable than a thousand kind words from others.
When the time comes, she will naturally get what she wants.
Jiang Wan thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a while."
Pei Xuan didn't press further: "I trust you to handle things."
Jiang Wan was moved and suddenly realized that, since some time ago, Pei Xuan no longer referred to himself as "this palace" in front of her.
Just as she was about to speak, a gentle female voice suddenly came from beside her.
"Madam Jiang."
Jiang Wan turned around and saw Guo Wanqiu, whom she had seen at the silkworm-raising ceremony that day.
She gracefully bowed to Jiang Wan.
Jiang Wan is now a second-rank imperial consort, and she is worthy of receiving a bow from her.
Guo Wanqiu's grandfather was Guo Hanlin, who had some connections with the matriarch of the family. It is likely that Song Ziyu sent an invitation to the Guo family.
After Jiang Wan understood, she nodded to her: "Miss Guo, is there something you need from me?"
Guo Wanqiu held a round fan, partially obscuring her face. Her eyes, like autumn water, glanced at Pei Xuan almost imperceptibly as she spoke softly.
"Since Your Highness the Crown Prince is here, it is only right that I come to pay my respects and offer my greetings."
Seeing the woman's blushing face, Jiang Wan remembered what the Empress had said and instantly understood.
She pulled Pei Tang, who was engrossed in eating her elbow, to her feet: "Doesn't the princess like to admire flowers? The lilies in the garden are in full bloom. I'll take you to see them."
Pei Tang looked up blankly, her lips glistening with oil. Before she could even process what had happened, Jiang Wan pulled her away.
The two left in a hurry and naturally did not see Pei Xuan, who was left behind, with dark eyes and a cold and ugly face.
"Isn't that Sister Guo?" Pei Tang looked back after walking a while and belatedly realized.
She had also heard that her mother intended to matchmake Miss Guo with her brother.
Guo Wanqiu was a lady from a prominent family. Her every word and action was gentle and elegant, like a walking model of female virtue in the capital. Even the curve of her hair was tender and charming, leaving no room for criticism.
But for some reason, Pei Tang just couldn't bring himself to like her.
Thinking about having such a sister-in-law in the future, she pouted and suddenly the braised pork knuckle didn't taste so good anymore.
Pei Tang was in a bad mood, so she went to the other side of the flower garden to admire the flowers and play.
Just as Jiang Wan was about to follow, a figure suddenly appeared from the corner of the wall; it was Song Lin.
He looked at Jiang Wan, his eyes filled with a mixture of light and shadow, and called out, "Madam Jiang."
"I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
Jiang Wan stared at him, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips: "I saw everything you did the day Song Yu won the championship."
Unfortunately, she thought he could wait a few more days.
It seems that Song Lin's patience is still lacking.
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