Xi Mengge and Song Qian's relationship became so fast, why? Of course, it was because they were benefit republicans.
The status of Third Prince required the support of the Prime Minister, and they also needed a backer like the Prince to support their Prime Minister's Mansion. In this way, one could consider the pros and cons, and naturally succeed.
As for the remaining Xi Mengyao, she used the excuse of recuperating from her injuries to squat in her courtyard all day and watch Xi Mengge stick to Song Qian all day while she ate a few mouthfuls of dog food that she didn't mean.
Song Qian had come to Prime Minister's Mansion so he was not surprised to see that he was not the only person there. A slender man wearing a white plum blossom robe was standing beside him. Xi Mengyao looked carefully and quickly retracted her head from the entrance.
It was actually that Prince Jing.
Song Chongjing's eyes were sharp, from afar, he could see a small head peeking out from behind the garden, its black eyes rolled around for a circle, before retracting, like a little rabbit in a prairie.
Interesting.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"What is the Royal Uncle looking at?"
Song Qian was suspicious, he looked over there, but Song Chongjing was already heading over there, and waved his hand, indicating him to ignore him.
~ Strange, in the past I was just a sullen Royal Uncle, when I heard I came to Prime Minister's Mansion, why did I have to suddenly follow?
Xi Mengyao sat on the small stool under the pear tree once again as she fiddled with the Go board with herself on the stone table. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of someone wearing a white robe walking in from the corner of her eye, and the person's voice was warm but cold, seemingly undetectable: "Miss Xi, we meet again."
"Ah, what a coincidence, Your Highness."
Although she said it was a coincidence, Xi Mengyao did not have the slightest intention to stand up to greet him. Instead, she lazily played with the chess pieces, "Your highness, do you have anything to do?"
Not only that, he even secretly sent the order to expel a guest?
Song Chongjing thought that it was really funny. He took out a small bottle from his sleeves and placed it right in front of her. The cold ceramic wall almost reached her nose.
"What is this?"
Song Chongjing looked at the little girl who had a face full of doubt, lifted his chin, and leaned over, indicating her to go over and listen.
"Haven't you ever wondered what that red spot on your face is?"
Xi Mengyao narrowed her eyes and moved closer, then heard him say word by word, the warm air gently scratching her face. She couldn't help but shiver and quickly sat up, then exclaimed as if she had just awoken from a dream: "What?"
Before she could even get a reply, someone at the door scoffed, "Yo, aren't you afraid that sister will be bored even if she goes out and closes up all day? Why didn't you come out to play with me and His Highness? "
Her tone was full of boasting and smugness. Ever since she had gotten engaged to Song Qian, Xi Mengge's favorite thing to do was to show off her love to Xi Mengyao. A few days ago, Xi Mengyao had felt that her eyes were stinging.
As she said that, Xi Mengge walked into the courtyard. When she raised his head, he saw a person like Song Chongjing.
"Jing …" Prince Jing? "
Xi Mengge was dumbstruck, how could the Prince Jing appear in Xi Mengyao's courtyard? She subconsciously bowed to him, only then did she realize, maybe he had just met him by the way.
Thinking about that, she calmed herself down, her lips revealed a small smile, and said to Xi Mengyao: "Elder sister, Third Prince and I are going to the Lotus Pond to admire the flowers, do you want to come? The third prince has treated me well and can also look after you for a while. "
Song Qian, who had just followed him from behind, felt a little awkward, especially in front of the Royal Uncle.
It was unknown how many times Xi Mengyao had rejected them, but she was too lazy to be polite with them. She just rolled her eyes and wanted to refuse, but she did not expect Song Chongjing to be a step ahead of her.
"She's going, but you'll have to wait."