Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Song Qing'an rested for a few more days. In these days, almost everyone in the harem came to visit, including Liu Qiyun.

But Zhu Yan stopped all these people on the grounds that "the princess needs to rest."

Emperor Liang probably realized out of his conscience that he had gone too far in calling away most of the imperial doctors. In the past few days, various tonics were delivered in a steady stream, along with various rewards.

Even Emperor Liang dared to stop Zhu Yan, but he didn't dare to stop two people.

One is Song Qinghuai.

One is Pei Qing.

"Where's the princess?"

"The princess has just taken a nap in the inner palace."

The bamboo smoke stood outside, seemingly blocking it, but the body got completely out of the way, revealing the half-open door.

Pei Qing glanced at the maid with a low eyebrow, half-smiling but not smiling, then reached out and pushed open the door.

Just as Zhu Yan was about to follow her, the door panel slammed shut a few inches away from the tip of her nose. Zhu Yan touched her nose angrily and turned around to leave.

The doors and windows of the dormitory were closed, and there was only a lamp lit beside the bed, which made it dim during the day. Pei Qing came to the bedside silently, pulled up the curtain with one hand, and sat naturally on the side of the bed.

, slowly turning the jade ring finger, looking down at the person on the couch.

Song Qingan closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and there was an unnatural blush on his pale face.

Song Qing'an started to have a fever a few days after waking up. Lu Chuan told him that this was a normal phenomenon caused by lingering poison. Fortunately, although she had a fever, she never fainted.

Pei Qing lowered her eyes slightly, and gently slid her cool fingers against her cheek.

It was rare that she was so quiet and fragile, like a fragile porcelain doll.

Song Qing'an had an uneasy sleep. She was woken up by the noise as early as when the palace door was opened. But her mind was groggy and she was too lazy to move, so she continued to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.

When she felt the mattress beside her sink, she slowly realized that what came in was not bamboo smoke.

There is obviously only one person who can do this.

Pei Qing.

The areas on his face that had been touched were numb and numb, and Song Qingan finally couldn't bear the disturbance and opened his eyes unbearably.

"Princess is awake." Pei Qing met her gaze calmly and withdrew her hand.

Perhaps because of the fever, or perhaps because he woke up not long ago, Song Qing'an's originally clear water-like eyes were a little blurry at this time, and when he looked over, they looked hazy, as if they were separated by clouds.

"The princess will be taking care of herself these days, so she probably doesn't know what's going on outside."

Pei Qing whispered, covering most of her body, completely covering Song Qing'an in the shadow. On the dim bed, Song Qing'an's hearing became particularly sensitive. She heard the rustling of brocade fabrics and heard breathing.

The sound, and... the sound of my own heartbeat.

Song Qing'an smelled the agarwood on Pei Qing's body and felt dizzy. She raised her eyelids and saw Pei Qing leaning towards her, as if a light breath was spraying on her cheeks.

Song Qing'an's pupils shrank, but Pei Qing just helped her sit up and straightened the soft pillow behind her.

"Princess, why are you looking at our family like this?" Pei Qing straightened up, her body as long as a pine tree, blocking most of the weak candlelight.

Song Qing'an was shocked and lost his composure. His eyelashes drooped in panic, covering his watery eyes, feeling secretly annoyed.

After a moment of light and shadow flickering beside him, a white porcelain tea cup appeared in front of Song Qingan's eyes. The hand holding the tea cup was as white and crystal clear as bone china, making the tea cup look a bit dim.

Song Qing'an stretched out her hand to take it, her soft black hair like clouds and night, all hanging down. She was still wearing a snow-white middle coat, holding a tea cup and sipping it, the rising heat filled her face, the dim candlelight flickered, and more

It makes Song Qingan look like a man made of snow.

"Princess, do you want to know about Li Meiren?"

Song Qingan paused and turned his head to look.

Pei Qingfu sat down next to her couch again and said lazily: "If the princess hadn't received that blow, I'm afraid there would be one more person in the Prison Department right now."

"Didn't Pei Zhangyin say that no one has ever been able to leave the Prison Department alive?"

Song Qing'an's voice still contained the mute tone of illness. She narrowed her eyes and said, "If I enter the Prison Department, will Pei Zhangyin kill me?"

Just when she thought she couldn't wait for an answer, a low voice came from beside her: "No."

Song Qing'an's eyes lit up and he asked, "What does Pei's palm print say?"

Pei Qing ignored her and took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve.

"This is a detoxification pill made by Lu Chuan. If the princess takes it, the remaining poison will be eliminated quickly."

Song Qingan did not pick her up: "So what's wrong with Li Mei?"

"The princess may know...her name is Ah Shao." Pei Qing leaned into Song Qing'an's ear, "but does the princess know...what is her last name?"

Meeting Pei Qing's eyes, Song Qingan confirmed his suspicion.

"...Yening."

Pei Qing didn't say much, but Song Qing'an roughly pieced together what happened.

Ah Shao is actually a member of the Xiye royal family, but her mother is only the lowest maid in the palace, and she only gained her status after being favored. After Ah Shao was born, because of her natural blue eyes, she was regarded as unlucky.

Being humiliated.

At that time, only Yening Achu, who was in a similar situation to her, occasionally helped her. But no matter how you say it, Yening Achu's mother was a concubine beforehand, and Yening Achu was a prince, and the two of them gradually disappeared.

Coming and going.

As she grew older, Ah Shao's beauty and blue eyes made the entire Xiye royal family quite fearful, so they quickly sent her over as soon as they had the opportunity.

Goodbye to Yening Achu, the two of them only said one sentence.

He said to her: "Ah Shao, remember where you are from."

That day, Ah Shao smashed the clay doll after receiving it from Song Qing'an. Inside was a thin silver bracelet that had not yet been encircled. The silver bracelet fit Ah Shao's size. I guess I knew that Ye Ning Ah Chu had planned it.

.

Song Qing'an was immersed in his thoughts, but someone suddenly stuffed something into his mouth, and the bitter taste suddenly filled his entire mouth. Song Qing'an's face changed slightly, and he made a gesture of spitting it out.

But at this moment, Pei Qing clamped her chin, raised her face, and forced Song Qing'an to look at him, with dark and unpredictable eyes: "This medicine is hard to come by, so for the sake of your beautiful body, princess, please don't live up to our family's good intentions.

"

Song Qing'an wrinkled his nose, but did not try to spit it out again. To gain Pei Qing's trust, first...you must show your full trust in him.

"Now that we've talked about Ah Shao, it's time to talk about the princess."

Pei Qing stroked her slightly messy temples gently: "Princess, why did you pounce on her at that time?"

Song Qing'an picked up the tea cup and took a sip to dilute the bitterness in her mouth. She knew that her behavior that day was indeed abnormal, and Pei Qing would definitely become suspicious.

Was it premeditated or a coincidence? To gain trust or to clear away suspicion?

After a long time, she whispered: "I thought... Ah Shao would stab Mu Zhi."

"Princess, you look down on our family too much. Do you think our family is like your Majesty's?"

Pei Qing sneered.

"Mu Zhi, it happened suddenly, I didn't think too much about it."

Song Qing'an spoke softly, and she looked up, her black hair spread like satin, and she looked a little more delicate than usual.

"Yeah?"

Although Pei Qing pinched her chin, he did not use any force. Song Qingan suddenly leaned forward and easily broke free. Her lips pressed against hers, and the palace fell into silence. All Pei Qing's unfinished words were lost.

He was choked back by this sudden kiss.

Song Qing'an was satisfied to see the surprise in Pei Qing's eyes. He seemed to be frozen, and his usually cold face was cracking. Song Qing'an's eyes flashed narrowly, and he gently touched Pei Qing's lips, and then asked

Back away.

"Now...does Mu Zhixin believe it?"
Chapter completed!