Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Song Qinghuai didn't ask why the person in front of him knew his identity. He just stood there and stared at the backs of the two people.

The white gauze hanging down from the curtain swayed lightly, and occasionally the hem of a woman's skirt was exposed under it. But this woman's manners were extremely good. Even if she had encountered the same thing before, she walked lightly at this time, and the hem of her clothes almost didn't move.

.

Song Qinghuai's eyes narrowed slightly and he paused behind the woman.

As if Pei Qing had noticed something, she calmly took a few steps down and stood behind her, hiding Song Qinghuai's inquiring eyes.

The inner door opened and closed, and in a moment, Song Qinghuai was the only one left inside.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his eyes falling on the table of jewelry, satin and rouge set aside.

However, his eyes did not stay here for too long.

He looked towards an inconspicuous corner.

There, something was shining slightly.

Song Qinghuai walked slowly, knelt down and picked it up.

Lying in the palm of his hand was a plum blossom-shaped earring.

This is not uncommon. After Song Qing'an went to the Yuan Dynasty to pray for blessings, this style of earrings became popular in Beijing for a while, and many noble ladies had this kind of earrings.

Song Qinghuai's eyes flashed lightly, and his palms gradually tightened.

——

On the carriage, Song Qing'an was undecided and subconsciously touched his earlobe.

The smooth and empty touch made her heart tighten.

It must have fallen in during the chaos just now...

Song Qing'an took off the other earring and hid it in his sleeve, thinking silently.

This earring is not that rare. I should...should recognize it immediately?

Besides, my brother might not have noticed.

Although the hope of the latter idea coming true is slim.

After Song Qinghuai said similar words to her, Song Qingan's body remained tense, and she didn't relax until she got on the carriage.

My brother must have become suspicious. He will definitely take a closer look at that room...

Song Qing'an leaned slumped on the soft cushion, turned his head and saw Pei Qing's leisurely look, and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

If it weren't for him...

Pei Qing let Song Qing'an pinch her and held her back.

"Don't worry, princess, our family will take care of it."

Song Qing'an was about to withdraw his hand, but he let out an unsatisfied cry from his abdomen.

Only then did she feel a little hungry.

Pei Qing let out a vague laugh, and Song Qingan was embarrassed and hit him with her elbow.

"Liu Quan," Pei Qing's voice was full of joy, "go to Mingfeng Tower."

This largest restaurant in Beijing is naturally owned by Dongchang.

The restaurant owner respectfully invited them up and walked directly through the secret door to avoid any unnecessary attention.

The private rooms on the upper floor have a wide view, and you can see the bustling market below. Looking up, you can see the vast sky.

Pei Qing knew Song Qing'an's taste, so he ordered a few dishes at random and sent everyone out.

They had indeed wandered outside the palace for a long time. At this time, the dusk was sinking, and the lights were gradually lit on the streets. Looking down from above, the streets were like sparks flowing, slowly and harmoniously.

Song Qingan was half leaning against the window, staring at the faint moon in the sky in trance.

"Princess."

At some point, Pei Qing came over silently, hugged her waist, and placed his chin on her shoulder and neck.

Song Qing'an leaned towards him, with some regret in his words: "I haven't finished reading them all yet..."

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows: "If the princess is interested, I will send someone to the palace tomorrow."

"It's a lot of trouble, and it's easy to attract people's attention, so that's all." Song Qing'an couldn't help complaining when he said this, "If Pei Zhangyin Fei hadn't made those moves, how could my brother have been attracted here?"

"Well...it's not our family." Pei Qing smiled sullenly and frankly admitted his mischief.

Of course he did it on purpose, and even the earrings... were left to Song Qinghuai on purpose.

Thinking of this, Pei Qing squinted her eyes happily again.

I wonder how far His Highness can find out?

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Mingguang Palace.

Zhu Yan was worried all day long, but fortunately no one came to look for the princess.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the bamboo smoke came out of the inner hall. He glanced at the motionless palace gate and let out a long sigh.

I don’t know when the princess will come back.

At this time, the bamboo smoke is no longer as tense as before. No one comes during the day, and it is even less likely to come at night.

Zhu Yan thought like this, and turned back to the palace, thinking that if the princess didn't come back tonight, he would play some leaf cards with Cuizhu Xiaotao and the others.

But she was destined not to enjoy such leisure.

"Aunt Dongruo?"

Zhu Yan was slightly surprised. She thought that after what happened yesterday, Concubine Chen would have to wait a few days before coming back.

"Miss Zhuyan, your Majesty invites the princess to go to Weiyang Palace."

"Auntie, the princess felt unwell after she came back yesterday. She has not been very energetic all day today. Why not... wait until the princess gets better?"

Dong Ruo smiled slightly: "Of course the empress knows this, so she invited the imperial doctor. The princess just went over and asked the imperial doctor to take a look."

"Then please wait a moment, aunt, while the maid goes to communicate with the princess."

Zhu Yan's face remained as usual, she turned around slightly and walked towards the palace. If Dong Ruo had already mentioned this, it would be abnormal for her to refuse again.

If you really want to refuse... you should let the princess refuse.

Dong Ruo waited patiently in the courtyard. About halfway through the incense stick, bamboo smoke came out again, with an apologetic expression on her face: "Auntie, the princess said there is no need to trouble the queen so much, so I'd better not bother you tonight, so as not to pass the time."

Sickness."

Dong Ruo showed a clear expression, but smiled and moved forward a little further: "My Majesty has an order to meet the princess tonight. If Miss Zhu Yan feels embarrassed, let me go and talk to the princess."

Zhu Yan was confused in her heart, thinking about how to stop Dong Ruo.

But Dong Ruo obviously didn't give her time to think and walked straight in. Zhu Yan was startled and stopped directly in front of Dong Ruo.

"Bamboo Smoke Girl."

Dongruo smiled kindly, but with a hint of threat: "I just went to see the princess, can't I not even do this?"

"If my aunt is there, I can just go and ask my aunt to wait a little longer."

Zhu Yan forced herself to calm down her expression so that she didn't show any panic. She slowly entered the inner hall. After confirming that Dong Ruo couldn't see her, Zhu Yan paced back and forth in the hall with some anxiety.

What to do...the princess hasn't come back yet.

Dong Ruo was not far outside, so it was strange that there was no sound in the inner hall. So he covered his chest with bamboo smoke and pretended to cough a few times.

Guessing that it was almost done, Zhu Yan walked outside and said respectfully: "Princess agreed, I will come after washing up."

At this moment, Zhu Yan still had a sense of luck. If Dong Ruo left at this moment, she could delay it further or create an accident that would make Song Qing'an really unable to go.

But her hope was dashed.

Dong Ruo raised her eyebrows slightly, and then said: "Thank you, Miss Zhuyan, I will wait here for the princess to finish dressing up and go with her."

After saying that, she also explained, as if she was worried that Zhu Yan would suspect that she was spying on them: "This is also what the empress meant, girls, please don't mind."

Zhu Yan twitched the corners of her lips: "Auntie's words are serious."

She turned back and entered the palace, her face no longer able to conceal her anxiety.
Chapter completed!