Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Although Liu Qiyun was given a minor handle, she would not divulge everything she knew.

Song Qingan had been dealing with her for nearly half a day and could only get some fragmentary information.

But she didn't expect Liu Qiyun to say anything.

Fu Xia is Liu Qijun’s confidant...

It would be best if they could be allowed to get into trouble.

Song Qing'an leaned leisurely on the sedan chair, not caring about the prying eyes that might exist in the dark.

Her eyes were slightly distracted as she looked ahead, thinking about something, but at first glance it looked like she was distracted.

Zhao Cairen can threaten Concubine Chen for a while, but he cannot threaten Concubine Chen forever. It is very likely... that after she revealed to Concubine Chen that she also knew about this, Zhao Cairen would "die of a sudden illness."

In Concubine Chen's eyes, getting rid of a concubine like Zhao Cairen who had no family background and no favor was as easy as crushing an ant.

Maybe without her urging, Zhao Cairen would disappear silently one day...but just slower.

Song Qingan lowered his head, his thoughts subtly paused.

The moment the sedan chair stopped, her continuous thoughts were interrupted. Song Qingan glanced sideways at the familiar plaque and got out of the sedan chair with the help of bamboo smoke.

Xiao Tao came forward with excitement on her face and whispered: "Have you heard about it, princess?"

"What did you hear?"

Song Qing'an raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Tao with some curiosity.

"My maid heard that Master Zhangyin gave the order to prepare for the princess's birthday party next month."

When Xiao Tao said this, she couldn't help showing some yearning: "Princess, I have never been to such an occasion..."

Now that Xiao Tao is considered a maid of honor, she will naturally have the opportunity to attend the birthday banquet. Song Qingan did not pay attention to her rudeness, and just smiled and said: "There is still one month left, what are you happy about so early? Go do something."

Xiaotao let out a brisk "Hey" and stepped away.

"Bamboo smoke," Song Qing'an said softly as he walked toward the palace, "come with me."

"yes."

Song Qing'an only called Zhu Yan, so Cuizhu and others consciously dispersed outside the hall.

Zhu Yan became uneasy again, thinking that Song Qing'an was going to settle a score with her over her affair with Song Qinghuai.

However, Song Qing'an did not mention this matter, and only ordered Zhu Yan to close the doors and windows.

In the dark hall, she walked around to the inner hall with great familiarity. Zhu Yan hurriedly hurriedly closed the windows one by one and hurried to follow her.

Looking from behind, Song Qing'an's slender figure moved slowly in the hall, like a ghost for no apparent reason.

Zhu Yan shuddered at his thoughts, and then he mentally spat at himself.

Ominous!

The window in the inner hall was closed, and when the bamboo smoke came in, Song Qingan was already sitting by the couch. When she heard the crisp sound of the bead curtain hitting, she raised her eyelashes slightly and looked over.

The eyes of the water seem to have substance, and they are entangled in strands. The bamboo smoke feels as if the tip of the heart has been washed by cold water.

"Princess……"

Zhu Yan licked her dry lips and whispered.

Song Qing'an responded gently and pointed to his side: "Come and sit."

"Princess, this is Yuli..."

"Isn't it in line with etiquette? Zhu Yan, you wouldn't care about this with me in the past."

Song Qing'an seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, and interrupted her softly, with an unmistakable meaning in his words: "Come here."

The bamboo smoke puffed away, laughing at how I was trapped by these rituals.

After all, in the past... in order to keep the princess warm, they also slept in each other's arms.

Zhu Yan sat down next to Song Qing'an obediently. The dim environment made her feel dazed for a moment, as if she had returned to the dilapidated Changning Palace.

Knowing that her hand was being held by someone, Zhu Yan came back to her senses. The smell of incense passed through her nose, she calmed down a little and realized... this was in Mingguang Palace.

It's no longer what it used to be.

Song Qingan's tone was as usual, as if he was just chatting with his personal maid, who was almost a sister to him: "Three years ago, there was a winter day when there was no charcoal fire and heavy snow in the sky. There was no charcoal in the palace. In order to keep me warm, you hugged me like that,

My hands are even purple with cold and I don’t want to let go.”

As she talked, she held Zhu Yan's hand and asked softly: "Are those chilblains still happening now?"

Zhu Yan's heart trembled.

Just now, Song Qingan stuffed something into her hand.

At this time, Zhu Yan was holding a cold and hard object in his palm, but the object was not sharp-edged and had a coolness, like a piece of cold jade.

Zhu Yan's expression did not change, and she replied in a natural tone: "Princess, those are things that a servant should do. It's spring now, and those chilblains will naturally heal."

As Zhu Yan spoke, he stroked the surface of the cold jade with his fingertips, carefully feeling the carvings on it.

It is uneven and uneven, and it is not messy and has no direction. It must be carved with something.

As her fingertips gradually rubbed across the entire jade pendant, Zhu Yan was greatly shocked, but she didn't dare to show it on her face, so she couldn't help but hold her breath, as if her breathing would convey something.

Song Qing'an said "Huh", bent his eyes and smiled: "That's good."

Zhu Yan took a breath, unable to go up or down, and held Song Qing'an with his other hand tremblingly.

"Princess……"

After all, Zhu Yan was also a martial arts practitioner. In the dimness, she saw Song Qingan put his index finger on his lips and made a silencing gesture.

Zhu Yan immediately stopped talking, and some cold sweat broke out on his palms, whether it was excitement or fear and nervousness.

When his palm was empty, Song Qingan took the jade pendant back again.

"Go and light the lamp."

Her tone was calm, which made Zhu Yan calm down.

When the candles were lit in the hall, the bamboo smoke could clearly see Song Qing'an's face.

Song Qingan's face was calm, and there was a faint smile in his eyes, as if everything just now was just an illusion of bamboo smoke.

"I want to take a bath tonight, you come in and take care of me."

The eyes of the master and the servant met, and they understood each other tacitly.

Even if there is surveillance, the bathroom is... the safest place.

When Zhu Yan was sent away by Song Qingan, he still felt unsteady in his mind.

How could a princess have...that thing?

The clear light outside was completely different from the darkness in the palace. Zhu Yan squinted his eyes and felt that the sun was really dazzling. The warmth was shed by the golden sunlight, but the bamboo smoke was not warmed at all.

Your Highness has been looking for it for so long but still hasn't found it. How could he let the princess get it so easily?

The princess almost never left the palace...so did someone give it to the princess?

The more Zhu Yan thought about it, the more horrified he became, and he firmly believed that there was a huge conspiracy behind it.

Then she paused and hesitated.

Do you want to inform His Highness about this...

She bit the tip of her tongue, wavering for a moment. The princess was willing to reveal this kind of thing to her, so naturally she trusted her completely, not to mention that the princess has not pursued her for revealing her whereabouts to His Highness so far.

But in the final analysis... what she and Linyuan are loyal to should be...

She cut off her random thoughts in time, shook her head, and shook out the distracting thoughts.

You shouldn't think about this now... wait until night and talk to the princess.

As for His Highness... Zhu Yan paused subtly. If he mentions it later, it should be fine.

Zhu Yan: Conspiracy! It must be a conspiracy!

"The man behind the scenes" Pei Qing: It's a powerful thing, give it to your wife (*ˊˋ)
Chapter completed!