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The Marquis of Wu Ling stood up and was about to leave when Song Yichen said slowly: "Things are not settled yet. Where is the marquis going in such a hurry?"

The Marquis of Wu Ling turned his head.

Song Yuanhui's expression had long ago changed.

Although he also brought a betrothal gift with him, it was far from enough. If he married Shen Kouqing, he would naturally throw away a lot of money, but he had married Shen Koudan, a mere concubine, was not worth his money.

Shen Koudan and Aunt Song's expressions were also a bit ugly, but Shen Kouqing sighed in her heart.

In his previous life, even if she married Song Yuanhui with Red Dress of Ten Li, the betrothal gift wouldn't be this half …

In the end, this was the eldest grandson of the Emperor. His actions were truly extraordinary.

"What is the meaning of this?" Could it be that you really want to marry that little lass Qing`er? " Aunt Song's mouth emitted a sour taste.

Song Yichen didn't even give her a chance to look out of the corner of his eyes as he got up and walked in front of Shen Kouqing. Because he had been sick for a long time, his face had turned slightly pale, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

"My wife, you just agreed to marry me yesterday, why aren't you speaking? Darling didn't force you."

Shen Kouqing was speechless.

Everyone was attracted by Song Yichen's words.

Yesterday? When had Shen Kouqing seen Song Yichen before?

"Qing`er, when did you ever get together with the Emperor!? Hurry up and call me!" The Wu Ling Marquis said.

"I …" Shen Kouqing didn't know what to say.

This matter involved Shen Koudan, how was she going to explain it? If the Wu Ling Marquis became suspicious, wouldn't it mean that he would lose everything?

Seeing that Wu Ling Hou was angered, he added on: "Qing'er, how could you do such a thing? How could a girl like you, who has yet to leave the pavilion, secretly meet with the Emperor and his grandson?

"Aunt Song's words are wrong. Your daughter has already cooked ripe rice, which is more important? Aunt Song, you better not avoid the important matter at all! "

Song Yichen's gentle words brought everyone's thoughts back to reality. Shen Koudan's face was flushed red, but just as she wanted to explain herself, she raised her head to see the Aunt Song giving him a warning, so she sat back down unwillingly.

"Cut the crap. Qing`er, do you accept my betrothal gift?" Her red lips opened slightly, her white teeth parted slightly, and her voice was as calm as a cool breeze, yet it had thrown little stones into the lake of Shen Kouqing's heart. She had thought about it countless times and was already prepared to marry Song Yichen.

"No."

Before Shen Kouqing could say anything, Song Yuanhui had already rushed to the front.

"Chen'er, don't be reckless. Qing`er and I are mutual in our love, this kind of joke cannot be laughed at."

Shen Kouqing had originally been hesitating, considering whether or not she should reconsider. After hearing Song Yuanhui's righteous words, she immediately took a step forward and said, "Father, please respect your daughter's decision. Your daughter is willing to marry the eldest grandson of the emperor, and marry out on the same day as Dan Er's sister.

Kneeling on the ground, Shen Kouqing buried her head deep in the ground as her three thousand strands of black hair poured down.

"Qing`er!"

It was Song Yuanhui again.

But Shen Kouqing ignored him.

Since the day of her rebirth, that heart that had been pouncing onto Song Yuanhui had also died. From now on, she no longer held any hint of sympathy and sympathy towards Song Yuanhui, not a single one of her eyes.

"In that case, please accept the betrothal gift, father-in-law." Song Yichen immediately followed the flow.

However, the Marquis of Wu Ling didn't say anything.

It was a little hasty to marry both his daughters off just like that, not to mention that Shen Kouqing had always been his flesh and blood.

"Cough cough, cough cough …" Song Yichen suddenly coughed, his face flushed red.

When Shen Kouqing thought about his illness, she realized that Song Yichen's health was never well, and if she were to come out for such a long time, she really wouldn't be able to take it.

She had also promised him that she would treat his illness. If the Marquis of Wu Ling didn't agree …

Thinking to this point, Shen Kouqing once again heavily kowtowed, her voice firm. "Please grant this wish, Father."

The Marquis of Wu Ling closed his eyes tiredly, and sighed softly after a long time, "Since that's the case, father will listen to you. Ten days later is the Seventh Festival, so you two sisters can marry together! "

"Thank you, father." Shen Kouqing and Shen Koudan thanked him together.

Kacha kacha kacha! Song Yuanhui's fingers were clenched tightly, wishing that he could eat Song Yichen whole. However, he couldn't do anything about it.

Even if this gets to the emperor, he will still help Song Yichen.

It was just that he didn't expect that his good wife would become his nephew's wife. It was really a joke!

Song Yuanhui left angrily while Shen Koudan and Aunt Song also left. The Marquis of Wu Ling ordered the servants to prepare this matter as soon as possible, and did not delay any further.

Everyone was shocked, marrying Song Yuanhui was not surprising, what was weird was that Shen Kouqing had married Song Yichen. Who didn't know that Shen Kouqing had been fond of Song Yuanhui for so many years, yet now, without any warning, Shen Kouqing had married Song Yichen? It was said that there were many betrothal gifts that could shock even the Marquis of Wu Ling …

There were all kinds of versions of the event that happened in the capital, but they were all harmless. However, at some point in time, the voices in the capital changed as the news of Shen Koudan and Song Yuanhui's incident in the restaurant spread out.

Word spread quickly, and now everyone knew.

As the saying goes, there are no waves without the wind, and Shen Koudan did not come out to clarify, so isn't that equivalent to tacit agreement?

The rumors were like summer fat and beautiful weeds growing crazily, becoming more and more intense. Shen Koudan was busy with the matter of marriage, so she went to the cloth farm to make a new set of clothes and listened to a bunch of trash.

"Who, who did it! How preposterous! "

As soon as they returned to their residence, Shen Koudan was so angry that she started to smash things everywhere in the mansion. All kinds of fine antiques were smashed into pieces, and even her favorite silk enamel vase was smashed into bloom on the ground.

Shen Koudan's maid stood at the side, trembling in fear, but she did not even dare to say a word.

"What are you still standing there for? Get lost! Hurry up and get lost!"

Shen Koudan crazily pulled at her hair.

The servant quickly opened the door and walked out, but in the instant she did so, she bumped into Aunt Song.

"Esteemed wangfei, spare me! Esteemed wangfei, spare me …"

"Get out!" Aunt Song kicked her heavily.

"Mother …" Shen Koudan cried and panted, as she hugged the Aunt Song without feeling wronged.

"I've heard about what happened today." The Aunt Song frowned, although she was unhappy, but she still patiently went to coax Shen Koudan.

Shen Koudan gnashed her teeth. "Mother, it must be that little bitch Shen Kouqing. At that time, she was the only one present, so the Ninth Prince would never do such a thing."