Exploring Secrets

Author: Liuyun Hairpin

Exploring Secrets

Pei Qing must have been very busy these days, and Song Qingan was not too bored to look for him.

She had heard about Harun Shou's incident, and it had only been a few days since she saw it. This time... she wanted to confirm something.

"I didn't disturb Pei Zhangyin, did I?"

Song Qing'an sat next to Pei Qing, leaning on the desk with his elbow, supporting his cheek with one hand, looking at Pei Qing's side face with a smile.

Pei Qing didn't even raise his eyelids, he only stared at the outline of the memorial and documents on the case.

"The princess is already here, can we still drive her away?"

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and chuckled, saying nothing, just looking at him in trance.

In fact, as long as she lowered her head a little, she could see what was written on the memorial book.

But what seemed like this was just a few words, and Song Qingan didn't want to take any chances. Rather than taking a peek himself, Song Qingan felt that it was more reliable to inquire from Pei Qing.

So Song Qing'an had nothing to do, so he looked at Pei Qing.

It was a bit late at this time. Pei Qing had removed his crown and had his hair half tied up. His eyelashes were lowered, his nose was straight, his thin lips were pursed slightly, and he outlined a clear and clear profile. His hand holding the pen was pale and showed blue veins.

Later, with exertion, the veins would bulge slightly from time to time, and the thin lines would extend.

Like an immortal...

This hand is so beautiful...

Song Qing'an kept thinking wildly, she was not a boudoir who knew nothing about others. In fact, most of the noble girls in the capital were taught about boudoir affairs by their mothers or nannies very early on.

Thinking of the last time she tried to sacrifice herself but failed, Song Qingan was inevitably a little depressed.

It shouldn't be because he dislikes her... If he dislikes her, why would he kiss her?

Besides, Pei Qing is not someone who has scruples...

Song Qing'an bit his lip subconsciously, not knowing what he was thinking of, and his cheeks were stained red inch by inch.

Pei Qing looked sideways and saw an unnatural blush on Song Qing'an's face, and was surprised.

He suddenly leaned forward and reached out to Song Qing'an. When the latter reacted, the back of Pei Qing's hand was already on her forehead.

"Princess Wuji, why is your face so red?"

Song Qingan blinked and slowly realized what Pei Qing was talking about.

Hearing this, her face turned red again. Song Qing'an felt that his face was feeling hot, so he covered his cheeks with slightly cool hands, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito or fly: "Maybe it's a little hot in the room, and it will be fine in a while.

"

Pei Qing reached out again and touched the hand on her face.

"It's rare for a princess to only warm her face but not her hands."

Song Qing'an could not help but feel angry when she heard that Pei Qing was mocking her. She also knew that her reason was lame, but she couldn't tell the truth... Maybe she blushed when she saw Pei Qing's handprint...

"Pei Zhangyin made fun of me," Song Qingan frowned, pretending to be aggrieved.

Pei Qing knew that she was pretending, but it was undeniable that she was beautiful. So Pei Qing did not delve into her lie, but just said: "The princess is weak and needs to take good care of herself." He paused meaningfully and looked away.

He looked her up and down covertly.

Song Qing'an's expression froze slightly, and he unconsciously lowered his head to glance at his collar. He quickly realized what he was doing, and when he raised his eyes angrily, he met Pei Qing's faintly smiling eyes.

Why did you fall into his trap!

Song Qingan lowered his eyes, his eyes filled with annoyance.

Pei Qing stopped looking at her and stopped teasing her. She just asked, "Princess, do you want to stay at our house tonight?"

"As long as Mu Zhi is willing."

Pei Qing snorted softly, as if he heard something interesting: "It's so comfortable to sleep here, and the princess is so nostalgic."

The smile on Song Qingan's lips faded a little, and he muttered in a low voice: "Maybe not..."

"What?"

Pei Qing had a good ear, so he naturally heard it, but he still asked again.

"nothing."

Song Qing'an smiled at him as if nothing had happened, took back his hands and folded them on his knees, and sat upright: "I will stay with Mu Zhi here."

There was an eerie silence in the study room for a moment, and the two of them looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.

"The princess actually didn't fall asleep at all last time, right?"

Although it was a question, Pei Qing's tone was firm.

"Pei Zhangyin...didn't sleep that day...?" Song Qingan pursed his lips and spoke with some difficulty.

Pei Qing did not answer, but this was the most obvious response.

Song Qingan covered her lips and smiled softly: "This is really..."

Pei Qing's lips curled up slightly and she went to read the memorial again.

"It seems that the princess and our family don't like sharing the same bed with others."

"It's okay," Song Qing'an tilted his chin again and looked at Pei Qing, "Pei Qing will get used to it if he tries it with me more."

The tip of Pei Qing's pen is slightly condensed, and the cinnabar color spreads a little on the paper.

"Princess, be careful what you say."

Song Qing'an leaned forward, her chair was very close to Pei Qing, and now she leaned directly on Pei Qing's shoulder.

She hugged Pei Qing's neck, pressed her cheeks against his, and lightly touched Pei Qing's earlobe with her lips.

"But Pei Palm Seal... we have already given it to each other privately..." Song Qing'an closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, "Is there anything else that Pei Palm Seal and I can't discuss?"

Pei Qing's face was calm. If it weren't for the slight redness in his ears, Song Qing'an would have thought that he was indifferent.

"Princess, just say whatever you want to ask."

Pei Qing's voice still sounded cold and cold. Song Qing'an sighed, thinking that he would still notice it after all.

"Pei Zhangyin also knows that this is my first time in spring hunting in these years..."

Song Qing'an seemed troubled: "It's been so long that I've forgotten some things. Can Pei Zhangyin tell me what's going on in detail?"

Pei Qing put down her pen and explained the spring hunting process to her in a rare gentle voice. After all, the matter was big or small. It would be bad if Song Qing'an did something inappropriate by then.

Song Qing'an listened carefully. The spring hunt will take about ten days, and the competition with Xiye will take place in the last few days... not only the hunting results of the two sides will be compared, but also the competition.

She was thinking a lot, wanting to know what Pei Qing was saying, but at the same time she was worried about being seen out.

"Pei Zhangyin, is that competition important?"

"Is it important?" Pei Qing repeated it nonchalantly and said lazily, "It's probably important." It was just a matter of Daliang's face, whether he would lose or not... it had nothing to do with him.

Song Qing'an said "Oh" suddenly and said nothing.

"Is the princess worried about Your Highness?"

Pei Qing thought about it for a moment and understood the reason why Song Qingan asked.

She obviously wasn't someone who cared about Daliang's face. She only asked about this because there was someone she cared about.

"Probably a few."

Song Qing'an gave an ambiguous answer. She straightened up and walked to Pei Qing's side, folding her arms and lowering her eyes, lazily looking at the things spread out on his desk.

Pei Qing noticed it, but it wasn't an important matter, so he just let her look at it.

"My brother has only been back for a few days, and I'm worried that some people may be restless."

She didn't want to hide it from Pei Qing, not to mention that this was something she couldn't hide.

Pei Qing responded vaguely, then raised his eyes to look at her: "There is no need to worry about this princess. Your Highness has already taken care of it."

As he spoke, he took out a volume from the stack of letters on the case and handed it to Song Qing'an.

The latter took it and looked at it, and found that it was the list of contestants.

She flipped through it carefully several times, but couldn't find Song Qinghuai's name, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qing'an then smiled at Pei Qing: "Thank you so much, Mu Zhi."

"Thank you for what we did."

Pei Qing looked lazy, leaning on the back of the chair with half-squinted eyes.

"Liu Quan, come in."
Chapter completed!