Shen Qianyu's heart trembled, fearing that Song Wan would dislike him. He hurriedly pulled his hand back, only to be held back by someone.
Song Wan's cheeks were dyed a thin shade of red from the tips of his ears to his neck. The faint crimson color made Shen Qianyu's heart feel sour and painful.
It was great to meet her.
Only when he meets this person does he realize how intoxicating the tenderness around his fingers is.
Shen Qianyu held Song Wan's hand in his palm and remained silent.
Song Wan lowered his eyes and had complicated thoughts.
She also took the initiative to hold the hand of others, but unfortunately she never received the same return. The shame and regret of being rejected that day tortured her for many days and nights.
But today someone took the initiative to hold her hand.
She has experienced the anger, obsession and resentment of not getting what she wants, and she is naturally reluctant to let others experience it again.
Looking up at Shen Qianyu, Song Wan pursed his lips and smiled.
Don't dwell on the past, don't be trapped in regrets, if someone reaches out to her, she will definitely pick it up.
Time is short and things in the world are unpredictable. She always only looks at the road ahead and never looks back.
The two of them clasped their hands tightly, neither daring to move any more. Shen Qianyu felt silence in his ears, and the only thing he could hear was the loud thumping in his chest. For a moment, he even felt that the scene in front of him was distorted, and he seemed to be immersed in an unimaginable dream.
After a long time, he looked at Song Wan.
"I'm not the only one who has seen how good it is to have a child."
Song Wan looked at him with doubts, but Shen Qianyu smiled and said: "Jiang Xingjian doesn't understand your kindness, and I didn't understand it in the past, but I understand now."
As time passed, he understood such warm and sincere love, such uncontrollable emotions.
Song Wan didn't know what he was talking about, and he didn't know how to respond to such intimate words, so he just lowered his head and said nothing. Knowing that she was thin-skinned, Shen Qianyu only mentioned it briefly and said nothing more.
The room seemed to be filled with a layer of ambiguity, until Song Wan felt his hands were sore before he let her go.
"You haven't had your meal in the evening. I'll have someone pass it on to you for something to use."
Song Wan said: "I ate some snacks in Shang Liangdi Palace, and I'm not hungry yet."
"Wan'er, can you help me read the poem?"
"This is against the rules."
Shen Qianyu smiled: "Just read it, this pile is all nonsense."
It's not a big deal to send him here. Although he is now firmly seated in the East Palace, he has no intention of arousing Emperor Wen Hui's suspicion, so it is better to hide away for a while.
Seeing what he said, Song Wan was about to persist when he suddenly remembered that Lin Jiayue once said that she was as boring as wood.
After thinking about it, she picked up the book on the table and read it softly.
Shen Qianyu listened quietly. The previous boring details such as greetings, announcing good news, making offerings, reporting rain and hail in various places, etc., now sounded much more interesting.
The two of them were enjoying the tender time here, but they didn't know that there was an explosion outside because of Song Wan's entry into the palace.
Ever since Song Wan was admitted to the East Palace, Mrs. Song had been ill. Even if the other person's status was just Cheng Hui, she still couldn't bear it.
"Mom, why don't you think about something better."
Song Nian stood beside the bed and served Mrs. Song while comforting her softly: "When the eldest sister enters the palace, the mother will make the decision. If the mother is interested, the gift can still be taken back into her hands. And the brother's marriage will be held soon. Putting it on the agenda, my mother's serious illness at this time will only make my father think that you are dissatisfied with your eldest sister's entry into the palace, and use this to make your father angry."
"It's inconsiderate for my daughter to say that no matter how ill her mother is, she still needs to show off to her father..."
Instead of being locked in her room like she was now, not going out if she felt unwell, she just didn't say this half of the sentence.
Song Nian earnestly tried to persuade her, but she only received complaints from Mrs. Song.
"On Fu'er's wedding, did he remember that I am the mistress of the house? He only cares about Song Fu and Song Wan. Does he care about Yao'er?"
Mrs. Song cried hard: "What good things in this mansion were given to Song Fu and Song Wan, what do you three siblings have? Nothing!"
"Have you not seen where your father's heart has gone? Yao'er was supposed to be the crown princess, but now it's a good thing. It's all in vain, and he has to betroth Yao'er to his disciple!"
"What's that disciple's background? Bo Zuo's humble family can be regarded as a favor, but he actually gave it to Yao'er?"
"Yao'er was originally going to be the crown princess..."
"Your father was partial and sent Song Wan to the palace."
Song Nian let out a long sigh, really not knowing how to persuade him.
After hearing Mrs. Song cry for a long time, she murmured: "Does mother want to threaten father with her brother's marriage?"
The status of the British Duke's Palace was much higher than that of the Song Dynasty. If the marriage between the two houses was not arranged by the mistress, it would definitely cause people to talk about it, and it would also cause the British Duke's dissatisfaction.
Seeing his mother's appearance, Song Nian instantly knew what she was thinking.
Song Nian lowered his head and said in a light voice: "Mom, please don't use this to test your status in father's heart..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Mrs. Song wiped her forehead with her hands and stared: "Are you seeing that your sister is useless now, or are you afraid that I will lose face with your father and implicate you?"
"How can I say that I am also the elder of Song Fu and Song Wan? Now that I am unwell, is it possible that I have to drag my sick body to arrange the marriage for my junior?"
"Where in the world can such truth be found?"
"You don't have to be here, go see your sister."
Ever since Song Yao knew that she had no hope of entering the palace and had to marry a man of low birth and only had the title of Jinshi, she had not eaten or spoken every day. Now that he has had no water for two days and two nights, even if Song Nian tried to persuade him, the other party seemed to be unable to hear anything.
Song Nian came out of Mrs. Song's room, but his heart felt like a big stone was weighing on him.
"Miss, shall we go find the second lady?"
Song shook his head: "That's all, let her do it."
She tried everything she could say, persuade, and do, but now there was nothing she could do.
Looking at the maid Song Nian beside him, he said quietly: "Go back to your room, copy some scriptures and calm down."
Her mother and sister still believed that it was her father's idea to let Song Wan enter the palace. For some reason, they just didn't want to believe that it was the prince's original intention.
Could it be that the hint of Yu Ruyi, who could not be seen clearly when placed in the palm of his hand, was not obvious enough? The prince was clearly saying that the two of her were not even a thing.
Song Nian's small face still has a bit of childishness, but when he sighs, he looks like a sullen old man.
"Miss Third..."
Yinsu looked at his young lady worriedly, feeling helpless.
"I don't care, I can't say it. If I keep talking, my mother and my second sister will hate me."
Song Nian's eyes were red and he went back to the room with Yinsu full of disappointment.
Over there, when Song Lanan learned that Mrs. Song said that she was ill and might not be able to arrange Song Fu's marriage, he just snorted coldly.
"Tomorrow you will go with me to the British Duke's mansion to meet the eldest princess."
The housekeeper nodded and asked again: "Sir, how about the second young lady's marriage?"
"Since she doesn't want to get married, let her go. Can I force her to do it?"
"Old slave knows."
"In addition, you ask Mrs. Song to go to Madam and get the keys to the warehouse and the pair of cards back. The back house must not be left unattended. Since she is unwell, she will not have to worry about these trivial matters in the future."
The housekeeper nodded respectfully when he heard this, but secretly sighed in his heart that the step-wife was as different as the original wife, and it was no wonder that his master was so impatient with her.
The step-wife... really can't stand up.
