C16

Ah Nan was curious as to why the young miss would treat the Seventh Prince in such a way, but he never thought that the Seventh Prince would deliver an exquisite box at night.

He even asked Song Zhentian to take good care of Song Qingyu. Song Zhentian was instantly overjoyed, and even forgot about the matter of First Madam saying that Song Yiyan's hand was injured.

When he sent it to the Wangqing Yard s, Ah Nan opened it and was shocked. He had never seen such a lifelike bunch of red plums, and looked at Song Qingyu in joy.

Song Qingyu did not mind it at all.

"Miss, has Seventh Prince fallen for you?"

Like it? Song Qingyu laughed softly, and shook his head, "It's just that because we didn't manage to get in his way, he's still interested in us for a while, plus this face is not bad."

From her understanding of Zuo Linyu, this person only had power and authority.

Song Qingyu took a sip of his tea. He suddenly realized that the tea leaves he sent over were of the best quality.

Not only that, the old lady had instructed the First Madam to let Song Qingyu eat and live as arranged by the Song Family's direct daughter, without the slightest bit of neglect. Today, Song Zhentian was happy as well and he had instructed him to take good care of Song Qingyu.

Because two servants had been kicked out, and the Old Mistress had sent ten maids over, Song Qingyu did not like so many people taking care of him either, so he rejected them.

"Sun Mama is here."

Hearing that the maid who was guarding the door had passed on, Song Qingyu nodded his head lightly.

Outside, Sun Mama was dressed in a dark jacket, appearing plump and fat. He carefully opened the curtain with a smile on his face, afraid that the wind would blow into the room.

"Eldest Miss, great news."

Song Qingyu turned his head slightly and saw the Sun Mama carrying a plate over.

"Eldest Miss, I'm overjoyed. I just received news that Imperial Concubine Chen is going to set up a feast to see the snow the day after tomorrow. This is the post. Master asked this old servant to measure your size. "

Song Qingyu picked up the post and smiled.

She had calculated that in the next few days, the Imperial Concubine Chen would use some sort of pretense of a banquet to embarrass her, a peasant girl.

"Alright."

The corner of Sun Mama's eyebrows curved. Seeing that Ah Nan was the only one standing guard beside him, he moved closer and restrained his smile. He whispered: "Today, second aunt went to visit Second Miss and accidentally said the wrong thing. Kneeling in the snow since noon. I came over from there just now. second aunt is sick. "

In his previous life, he did not remember that second aunt was sick. Song Qingyu thought for a moment, then nodded his head.

Waiting until the Sun Mama left.

Ah Nan waited while Song Qingyu rested and asked: "second aunt is sick, shall we go take a look?"

"The true illness is still unclear. It's not that simple. "

Three days later, it snowed in the morning. The weather was unusually sunny during the day.

Song Qingyu combed his Hibiscus Mutabilis's hair, and a few crystalline amulets adorned his head. It was simple and elegant. Her body was covered with a long green skirt that dragged along the ground. The edge of the dress was embroidered with fine clouds. A wave of Tsinghua University qi.

Imperial Concubine Chen had already invited a carriage to come to pick it up. A total of two mama, four big palace maids, already small palace maids, a few small eunuchs.

The palace maids and servants couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Song Qingyu. He couldn't help but praise Zhang Xuan.

Song Zhentian looked at Song Qingyu's appearance and temperament, and was quite satisfied. Before Song Qingyu left, he still explained to him, "The palace is different from the palace, you must be cautious."

"A Yu will remember this in his heart."

Song Qingyu got on the carriage.

First Madam snorted, "Master, are we really only letting her go? This girl came from the countryside after all, so she didn't know much about the palace's rules. If something were to happen, and you were to go against Imperial Concubine Chen ? "

"There's no other way. Imperial Concubine Chen only invited Ah Yu."

Ah Yu's tone was rather friendly! First Madam turned his head unhappily, a cold smile flashing across his lips. He had long heard from Imperial Concubine Chen that they would find a chance to embarrass the little girl.

After all, his own mother was from the Zhenguo Mansion, so the Imperial Concubine Chen shouldn't wish for the powerless Song Qingyu to marry into the Seventh Prince.

First Madam was looking forward to Song Qingyu's dejected return. If this Song Qingyu angered the First Madam, he would definitely not let her off easy when he returned.

First Madam suddenly thought of something.

"Men, hurry up and send me a letter to the palace."

The profound palace walls cut off the outside of the palace, and this majestic imperial city was slowly revealed before Song Qingyu's eyes. Without the noise outside, everyone held their breath.

Song Qingyu sat in the palanquin in a proper manner.

In his previous life, the Imperial Concubine Chen set up a tea feast and even invited the empress dowager over. It was at all costs to make a fool of himself.

Right at this moment, the sound of galloping horses came from across, as if Song Qingyu's carriage was charging straight towards them.

"Sakura Army, step aside!"

The coachman hastily dodged, causing Song Qingyu to be almost knocked out of his way. Song Qingyu lifted the curtain and only saw a few fast horses pass by him.

The person at the front had an ice-cold expression on his face. He was extremely nervous, and his right hand held the imperial edict as he moved forward urgently. The gold medals on his waist rose and fell together.

After this group of people passed by, the mama snorted coldly. "This group of fellows are looking down more and more on the Imperial Concubine Chen."

Song Qingyu did not say anything. Everyone knew that the great general of Sakura Army was the empress's elder brother. The Queen and Imperial Concubine Chen had always been sworn enemies. It was not strange for the people from the Imperial Concubine Chen Palace to feel this way.

The maidservant at the side advised, "The imperial edict must have something urgent to do." Furthermore, the person who has come is Lieutenant. It looks like there really is an urgent matter. "

"What urgent matter is this? The most urgent matter with the Sakura Army is to find that living ancestor and return to the palace."

"Senior, don't speak nonsense. I've been carefully listened to by others. "

Only then did the mama shut her mouth angrily.

Living Ancestor ? Ninth Prince, Song Qingyu knew who it was. Compared to the popinjay and the luxury, Yudu only dared to recognize him.

Ninth Prince was domineering outside, no one dared to offend anyone from the Yudu.

Song Qingyu remembered that Little Girl had been chosen by him and became his household's Seventh Madame.

But was it really so absurd for the Ninth Prince to need to use their Sakura Army to get back to the palace? However, how could such a person become the crown prince? Becoming the person Zuo Linyu dreaded the most?

Was it because of the Queen's support?

Just as he was thinking about it, the palanquin had already moved forward once again.

When he stopped again, he had already arrived at the entrance of a large palace. In front of the entrance squatted two large lions, and there was a signboard above the main entrance with the words "Regeneration Palace" written on it.

Reverend Mother Yue had been waiting for a long time.

The palace maid raised the palanquin curtain and helped Song Qingyu off the carriage. Song Qingyu raised his eyes slightly and saw that there were two little palace maids standing at the entrance of the palace. In front of the little palace maid stood a well-mannered nanny with a dark fur coat who was sizing him up.

She recognized him as the Reverend Mother Yue. He had relied on his favors to bully her many times in his previous life.

"Miss Song, after you."

Song Qingyu nodded, maintaining the proper rules, he led the way with the Reverend Mother Yue, and the palace maids following behind. Generally speaking, she was the guest. No matter how favoured Reverend Mother Yue was, she was still a servant.

But Reverend Mother Yue considered Song Qingyu as ignorant and did not place her in his eyes at all, so she quickly took the lead.

Song Qingyu didn't want to argue with her. In half an incense stick of time. While Song Qingyu was walking forward, he heard the sounds of laughter coming from the courtyard in front of him.

"Empress Dowager, chenqie, you've brought your future daughter-in-law here today."

His future wife? It sounded good.

When Song Qingyu was walking forward, he noticed that Reverend Mother Yue had slowed down and noticed that Reverend Mother Yue had unintentionally swept his long skirt that was dragging the ground.

Song Qingyu immediately understood.