"Alright, let them come. Let's see if this whip of yours can't kill her." Xi Que shook out the barbed whip from her storage ring, exuding a bandit-like aura.
at this time.
The clearly well-dressed Chanyu Heye was leading Zhuola and Zhuoya back to Xiangguan. The joy in her eyes made it obvious to anyone that she was in a very good mood.
Chunxing had just finished cutting flowers in the garden and was preparing to put them in a vase when she got back.
Seeing that Chanyu Heye was coming again from afar, he quickly quickened his pace and ran back to the Huixiang Inn to inform Song Huiru: "Madam, Consort Jin is here again!"
"here we go again?!"
Song Huiru's face immediately turned ashen, as if she had swallowed a fly.
What's going on with Chanyu Heye? Did he really "take a fancy to her"?
This is fucking...
She came to the Ninth Prince's Mansion to conquer the Ninth Prince and make a name for herself. But before she even started, she attracted this evil suitor!
Isn't this all incredibly frustrating?
My heart is heavy.
Suddenly, the charming voice of Shanyu Heye came from outside the courtyard: "Sister Huiru, I have acquired a rare item today, and I have brought it here for you to admire together."
Song Huiru was so frustrated she felt like she was about to explode, and she really wanted to shove the person who was just coming in out the door out with the sole of her shoe.
But she was only a lady, and her father was only a vice minister.
While Chanyu Heye was a concubine, the princess of the surrendered state was still a princess;
Regardless of her current status or background, she can't compete with Shanyu Heye. No matter how frustrated she is, she has to endure it!
With a stiff, awkward smile, Song Huiru stood up to pay her respects to Chanyu Heye.
Shanyu Heye seemed oblivious to Song Huiru's forced smile.
She entered with a beaming smile, rushed forward with extreme enthusiasm to help Song Huiru up, and held Song Huiru's hand tightly, saying affectionately, "Hey, didn't I say that we'd meet in private, so there's no need for such formalities!"
Song Huiru tried to pull her hand away several times but couldn't, and she was practically suffering internal injuries from holding it in: "Sister said she got some rare item and wanted to admire it with me?"
"Oh," Shanyu Heye then released Song Huiru's hand, turned around and took the sandalwood box from Zhuola's hand, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Song Huiru: "This is it, a sachet embroidered in Southeast Asia."
Nanyang is a general term referring to some island nations in the southern seas. These countries are very mysterious, and only a very few desperate merchants, in order to make huge profits, dare to cross the vast seas to barter and trade goods back and forth.
It's understandable that Chanyu Heye said this little sachet was a rare item.
But when Song Huiru opened the box and looked inside, her beautiful face nearly shattered on the spot: the sachet was embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
Why did Consort Jin bring this thing all of a sudden?!
That's absolutely infuriating!
What kind of trash has the Ninth Prince married into his household?!
Song Huiru really wanted to pick up the sachet and throw it at Shanyu Heye's face, and then kick this whimsical woman out of the Huixiang Pavilion.
But she didn't dare.
After all, aside from the somewhat presumptuous handshake that made her feel uneasy, Shanyu Heye hadn't left her with any other useful leverage. If she made a scene, she would definitely be the one to suffer!
After Chanyu Heye left, Song Huiru, feeling disgusted, ordered Chuntao and Chunxing to wipe the chairs and tables that Chanyu Heye had sat on and touched several times.
“Madam, we must find a way to put an end to Consort Jin’s disgusting thoughts. Otherwise, if this gets out, I’m afraid you’ll never be able to recover in this lifetime,” Chun Tao said with disgust.
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