C7

When Shen Koudan returned home, the sky had long ago darkened. As the dark, foggy night fell, the corners of the entire Wuling Mansion became even gentler.

As soon as she entered, the butler told Shen Koudan that the Wuling had asked her to go to the hall.

"Wretched girl, why aren't you kneeling down!" Shen Koudan kneeled down, her jade arms trembling slightly.

"Father …" "Father, your daughter knows her wrongs and begs for your forgiveness …"

In the main hall, other than Marquis Wu Ling, Aunt Song and Shen Kouqing were present. Aunt Song looked at her daughter with a pained expression and didn't blame her at all.

Dad, please calm your anger. Little Sister has always been a good and obedient girl. I'm sure you've been hurt by a vile person. Shen Kouqing stepped forward to advise her. In her previous life, when she was in Song Yuanhui's possession, Shen Koudan had always said those words.

Shen Koudan hurried forward and begged: "Father, your daughter had drank the tea containing the Lovesick Powder today, so she became like this. That waiter said, it was the Ninth Prince …"

"Shut up!" "You did such a shameful thing, it's fine if you don't want to repent, but you're actually shirking your responsibilities and saying things from left to right. If it wasn't for your original intention, why did you go to the Clear Moon Restaurant? You're such a disappointment to your father!"

In a noble's house, the innocence of a woman was the most important thing, it was impossible to trample on her. But Shen Koudan doing such a thing today was undoubtedly hurting the Marquis of Wu Ling's reputation, if word were to spread, she would become the laughing stock in the capital.

A sneer flashed across Shen Kouqing's face, but she still said: "Daddy, don't be angry, I presume sister and the Ninth Prince are in love with each other, and can't control themselves, that's why it is like this. Since it has already happened, it's better to think of a way to stop outsiders from speaking!"

"That's right, my lord. Kou Qing is right. In my humble concubine's foolish opinion, the Ninth Prince cannot get rid of this responsibility. How about …"

Aunt Song wanted to say something, but she hesitated, but everyone understood what she meant. Shen Kouqing glanced at her, but did not say anything.

Aunt Song's words perfectly fit her intent, but unfortunately her mother died early, and Aunt Song had always been in charge of the mansion, so even though she was the direct descendant, she had never left the pavilion. There were some things that should not be said, but at this moment, it was best for Aunt Song to say them.

He had thought about this before, but everyone knew that Shen Kouqing liked Song Yuanhui. If she married Shen Koudan, wouldn't that be unfair to Shen Kouqing?

Shen Koudan looked like she had grabbed hold of a straw. She immediately stood up and walked to the Marquis of Wu Ling: "Father, the Ninth Prince personally told me that he is willing to marry me. He will come to our family to propose a marriage tomorrow.

As she spoke, she knelt down again and kowtowed heavily.

She and Shen Kouqing both liked Song Yuanhui, but Song Yuanhui had obviously treated her very well. Since the raw rice was already cooked and the rice was ripe, she might as well grab the opportunity. Once he enters the Ninth Prince's Mansion, she would be the owner of the house, and even if Song Yuanhui were to marry Shen Kouqing in the future, the one in charge would be Shen Koudan.

"That's right, Father. Your daughter also thinks that this can't be any better. Let's take advantage of the fact that this matter hasn't been spread out. This matter is easy to deal with."

When Shen Kouqing's words came out, everyone was shocked. The Marquis of Wu Ling frowned and said, "Kou Qing, if father agrees to her request, how can I let you down?"

Due to the fact that Shen Kouqing's mother had passed away long ago, the Marquis of Wu Ling had always doted on Shen Kouqing.

Shen Kouqing shook her head, and said obediently: "Daddy is overthinking it, how could little sister not know that the Ninth Prince's daughter is an adult and that the daughter is not wronged."

Aunt Song hurriedly said: "Since that's the case, master, tomorrow morning, you must properly speak with the Ninth Prince. There is no time to delay this.

With just a few words, the two of them settled this matter. The Marquis of Wu Ling looked at Shen Koudan in disappointment, unable to swallow his disappointment, she stood up and said: "Men, lock the Second Miss in the Ancestral Hall!"

"Father …" Shen Koudan was about to beg for mercy, but when she raised her head and met Aunt Song's gaze, she could only swallow her words and kowtow and leave.

Everyone left, Shen Kouqing heaved a sigh of relief, she was extremely happy.

So it turned out that it was such a carefree and comfortable thing to see a person he hated suffering. It turned out that it was such a comfortable thing to see when Shen Koudan bullied him in his previous life.

However, the tides had turned.

Aunt Song watched Shen Kouqing's back as she left, a look of deep thought flashed past her eyes, along with a look of confusion.

Shen Kouqing liking Song Yuanhui was something that everyone knew, but she wasn't disappointed at all. On the contrary, she was generous and helped them out, which was a little strange.

But no matter what, the old master had let go, which made her feel relieved.

The night gradually turned darker.

Shen Kouqing's room was facing the entrance of the Ancestral Hall, and after a few hours, the lights of the Ancestral Hall extinguished. Shen Kouqing stood by the window and took a sip of alcohol.

"Song Yichen?" Shen Kouqing exclaimed.

"Why are you drinking alone? Are you in a bad mood?" He walked over, held the jug of wine in Shen Kouqing's hand and took a whiff, it was Rose Drunk.

Shen Kouqing did not say anything, she turned and closed the window, then raised her head and took another gulp of wine.

In the past, she wouldn't touch a drop of wine, so she choked with tears just from drinking a bit. But now, she realized that those who said that alcohol was good were living a more bitter life.

He moved closer and said, "Today's matter is as you wish, why aren't you happy?"

"What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

"Miss Shen, did you forget? What did you promise me this afternoon?" Song Yichen sat down and naturally reached out his hand.

Shen Kouqing immediately understood. She put down her wine cup and felt Song Yichen's pulse. Her relaxed expression immediately disappeared.

His pulse was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, yet also rose and fell like smooth beads. Shen Kouqing could not help but frown, "This disease of yours is not light!"

Song Yichen chuckled, "If it was that easy, how would it have lasted till today?" He raised his head again, "Could it be that you want to go back on your word?"

Shen Kouqing snorted, she grabbed a piece of xuan paper and wrote it down, then handed it to Song Yichen and said: "Three sets per day, will be after the meal."

He took a few glances at it and put it away, but had no intention of leaving.

"Tomorrow, Ninth Imperial Uncle will be coming to propose. Are you unhappy?"

Shen Kouqing raised her eyebrows. "If I'm not willing, then why would I go through so much trouble to block myself?"

She suddenly lowered her brows, her heart throbbing with pain as she thought of the past.