After a period of hurrying, the two carriages also arrived at the Song Mansion one after the other.

Song Jiayao doesn't want to go to Guan Wangxi's side now, at this moment, Xiaoqing's safety is the most important thing she should think about.

"Miss."

The little maid from afar greeted her, and she was also stunned when she saw Xiaoqing, who was still unconscious in her carriage.

"Let's not gossip, come with me and help her to the room."

Seeing this, the deep little maid hurriedly followed.

"Miss, where do you need to do this work yourself, our maid can help Sister Xiaoqing in."

Song Jiayao pursed her lips, Xiaoqing fell into such a field because of her, how could she stand by and watch.

"No need, you go to my room first and spread an extra layer of quilt on the bed, so that she can lie more comfortably."

Hearing Song Jiayao's words, the maids were all a little surprised.

On weekdays, I know that Song Jiayao treats Xiaoqing like her own sister, and there is no clear division between master and subordinate.

But she never expected that in such a situation, Miss Song was still willing to serve Xiaoqing lying on the bed, and she was a little envious of Song Jiayao's sisterhood towards Xiaoqing.

"Okay, the little ones will go right away."

With gratitude to Song Jiayao in her heart, the little maid naturally didn't dare to slack off, and after some careful tossing, she finally put Xiaoqing on Song Jiayao's bed.

Song Jiayao carefully tucked the quilt for Xiaoqing, and couldn't help but worry for a while.

Yesterday was in a hurry, she didn't have much chance to take a good look at Xiaoqing's injuries, and now she had some time, looking at the scars on Xiaoqing's face and hands, a complex emotion of guilt and distress hit her heart.

In the past, she was too tolerant, and she lived with the mentality that more things are better than less, but now Xiaoqing will be unconscious because she is lying in bed.

She gently took Xiaoqing's hand, looked at the deep and shallow scars on it seriously, and her heart hurt like a pinprick.

While she was still practicing calligraphy, Xiaoqing was suffering from torture and abuse, and she couldn't feel at ease now.

The person lying on this bed, the person who should suffer for Xiaoqing, was originally her.

It's so unfair that all of this is just because of her, but she's just frightened.

But perhaps, God kept her awake now, and there was a task entrusted to her.

The person who harmed them is still in the Song Mansion, which is why she can stay awake now.

She couldn't allow Wang Xi to hurt the important people around her so recklessly.

"Xiaoqing."

She pursed her lips slightly, looked at Xiaoqing with her eyes closed, and gently held her hand.

"Don't worry, I won't sit still if I hurt you, so you have to take care of your injuries and strive to get better as soon as possible, so that you can see the scene where I help you avenge you, okay?"

The voice was as light as if it had fallen on cotton, and the tone was soft, but no one answered.

"Miss, Wang Xi and the others have already entered the Song Mansion."

Zhang San looked at the scene in front of him, even as an iron-blooded man, he was a little moved.

"Okay, I know, I've been bothering you to help take care of Xiaoqing's safety recently, but presumably even if she is lawless, she still has to be restrained in the Song Mansion."

Zhang San nodded yes, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Song Jiayao behind him.

"Zhang San."

Turning his head, he saw the gratitude and recognition in Song Jiayao's eyes.

"Before, thank you, whether it was rescuing Xiaoqing or saving me at a critical moment, thank you."

The sincerity in Song Jiayao's eyes can't be faked, she was originally worried that Zhang San was arrogant and a little jealous, but now she really accepted Zhang San, and thanked him from the bottom of her heart for saving him several times.

After all, he was supposed to be an eagle flying in the sky, and if it weren't for the order of Ping'an Hou, it would be impossible to stoop to her side and be an ordinary little guy.

Zhang San was slightly stunned, and bowed to Song Jiayao.

"It's just the responsibility of the subordinates, and the young lady doesn't have to be polite."

Although he said this, Zhang San's heart moved slightly.

Originally, he still didn't understand why Nangong Jin, who had always cared about the world, would fall in love with such a young lady who was not very favored in the Song Mansion, but now it seems that he is a little bit judged by his appearance.

Song Jiayao's rare temperament and clear etiquette really made him admire.

Sure enough, Ping'an Hou never missed people.

This Song Jiayao has not moved since she entered her boudoir, and Wang Xi has entered her own room, and she is still a little anxious.

She knew that this girl had always had a lot of thoughts, and she originally planned to wait until she filed a lawsuit to take the lead, but she didn't expect her to stand still.

She beckoned to the maid beside her and ordered, "Go and see over there, help me see what that girl is doing." ”

She planned in her heart that if the maid sent was detained by Song Jiayao, she would have a reason to come to the door, but after half a stick of incense, the maid next to her came back intact.

"Tell Madame, there is no movement over there, the door is closed, I'm afraid it's because of this one, I'm afraid of you, Madame."

This maid has been by her side for a long time, and she is naturally thoughtful, and after a few words, Wang Xi is overjoyed, and the original uneasiness in her heart has gradually dissipated.

The corners of Wang Xi's mouth hooked a smile of triumph, and his mentality was much more relaxed.

Sure enough, this disobedient girl just has to teach a lesson to understand the etiquette.

The worries in my heart disappeared, and the person began to relax.

She was itching her hands and didn't know what to do, so the man came to the door.

If you want to say that this person is so smooth that even God is helping herself, isn't she doing nothing, and her handkerchief invites herself to have some fun.

As soon as she was happy, she also played a few games according to her temperament, and went to the horse village a few times in succession, completely forgetting Song Jiayao's affairs.

However, Wang Xi started to go, with elated joy on his face, and after that, there was a lot more sadness on his face, and he was stirring the handkerchief in his hand, and his face was a little more sad.

It's just that this is just how serious the sadness on his face was the day before, and the next day Wang Xi continued to go to Mazhuang with the same look, looking like he had lost his soul.

"Is it the same today?"

Song Jiayao looked at Xiaoqing on the bed and said lightly.

Xiaoqing's wounds on her body have been healed in the past few days, but there is still no sign of waking up, which makes her worry together.

After a few days of taking care of her, Xiaoqing on the bed had a ruddy complexion, but Song Jiayao lost a lot of weight.

"Yes, she went a little earlier than usual."

Zhang San reported Wang Xi's recent situation to Song Jiayao in every detail, and he was also wondering what this thoughtful Miss Song was planning.

Song Jiayao thought for a few times and pursed her lips lightly.

"Then have you noticed that the clothes and jewelry she is wearing have changed a little in the past few days?"

Hearing Song Jiayao's question, Zhang San was also stunned for a moment, and his heart was already a little clearer about Song Jiayao's letting Wang Xi go.

"Today, her clothes are becoming more and more simple day by day, and sometimes the jewelry she brought the day before is gone when she comes back."

No, that's nature.

Song Jiayao's mind was like a mirror, this Wang Xi thought that he was afraid of her majesty silently, and there was no revenge in his heart, so he naturally ran to Mazhuang three times and twice, and in the past few days, I am afraid that he has already lost a lot of money.

Song Jiayao nodded, and said again: "It's really hard for you recently, you don't have to bother staring at her so hard in the future, presumably you are tired after tossing and turning in the past few days, so let's rest." ”

Zhang San looked at Song Jiayao's gaze, and his heart widened slightly.

He never imagined that in his lifetime, he would meet someone who took care of his body.

This Song Jiayao is really extraordinary.

After Zhang San bowed and went out, in the huge boudoir, only Song Jiayao and Xiaoqing, who were unconscious on the bed, were left.

Her eyes wandered, and she looked at Xiaoqing with a more calm and relaxed expression.

"Xiaoqing, you were already snoozing, but you have to get up quickly recently, otherwise you will miss a good show."

She has been silent for the past few days, firstly to take care of Xiaoqing, who is unconscious, and secondly, to let Wang Xi's side let down her vigilance.

No, Wang Xi really indulged a lot, and when Song Feng went out to do errands, he thought that he was the head of the family, and he really didn't do anything.

She had already taken advantage of Wang Xi's visit to Mazhuang to secretly check the public accounts in the house, and sure enough, all this was as expected.

Wang Xi lost money in betting on horses, and he felt sorry for his silk and jewelry, so he secretly embezzled the family's public account in the name of being in charge, but he didn't know that this move was really lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

She thought that she was afraid of her hands and feet that she secretly moved last time, and thought that she was unaware of what she did this time, so she really muttered to her Song Jiayao.

Whatever Wang Xi does, she can care about the face of the Song family and turn a blind eye, anyway, she is not the kind of person who is competitive.

But now, this Wang Xi has moved the person she shouldn't have touched the most, and now, she has no reason to endure it.

New hatred and old accounts.

This time, she wants to ask for justice from her, one by one.

After careful calculation, Song Feng had already reached the time when she was about to return home when she went out to run errands, and she wished that Wang Xi would stay at Mazhuang and not come back, and strive to lose a few more games.

If you do evil or evil, there will be a day of retribution.

It's not that I didn't report it, but the time has not yet come.

She is only waiting for the day when Song Feng returns to the mansion, and what kind of expression will Wang Xi's face be on the day when she finds out that Wang Xi has embezzled the public accounts in the mansion without permission.

But naturally, Wang Xi is not stupid, and he is bound to try his best to whitewash the peace before Song Feng returns.

But.

Song Jiayao hooked the corners of her lips and smiled lightly.

She had already carefully planned the day of the East Window incident.

As for how the East Window incident happened, her tricks in the past few days have not been used in vain.