Unwilling to let Duan Wangchen be humiliated again, Jiang Wan reprimanded Jiang Hechi for a few words, and then hurriedly pulled Duan Wangchen into the carriage back to the Hou Mansion.

Even her belongings in the Prime Minister's Mansion were for Rue Xiang to stay and pack up and bring them back.

Jiang Hechi stood in place, almost angry with her. Du Shi helped him walk towards the mansion while following his back.

"Don't you really regret being angry with your father and mother for me like this?" Sitting in the carriage, Duan Wangchen lowered his head and asked her.

"Since Yin'er is married to her husband, her father and mother should respect her husband. Just now my father said that about you, Yin'er apologized to you for him. ”

She stared at his eyes and turned gracefully, and her words were sincere.

At that moment, Duan Wangchen thought that he had seen the wrong person, but after a closer look, the face in front of him was indeed Jiang Wanyin.

Suddenly, a burst of guilt arose in his heart, this was the first time he had such feelings for Jiang Wanyin since he had been close to her for so long.

When the carriage drove back to the Hou Gong's Mansion, Duan Wangchen's mood calmed down a lot, and Jiang Wanyin's hand was tightly wrapped around the back of his hand all the way.

"Speaking of which, Sister Qingge's body has also healed, I know that the matter of Xifu has made her misunderstand me, and now she should be angry, husband, I want to go to Zhuyunyuan to see her first."

Pursing her lips, Jiang Wanyin seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to say these words to Duan Wangchen.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Duan Wangchen patted the back of her hand, after all, the relationship between the two of them can't always be so stiff.

"Hmm."

Jiang Wanyin opened the corners of her lips and got out of the carriage with him.

Outside Zhuyun Garden, Xi Po was already waiting outside, and after seeing Duan Wangchen and Jiang Wanyin walking together from a distance, she hurriedly walked to Zhuyun Garden.

Song Qingge was sitting in the pavilion, holding a dried gorse in his hand. Seeing someone suddenly come in, she hurriedly stuffed the gorse in her hand into the scroll and closed it.

"Is that you? What are you here to do? ”

Seeing that the person who came gave her the wedding dress that day, Song Qingge did not have a trace of kindness on her face.

"Second lady, the old slave came today to ask you for the one hundred taels of silver." As soon as the Xi Po came up, there was a stubble of mouth, which made Song Qingge hear it in a fog.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked at her inexplicably.

"I also did what you told me, you said that you can come to you at any time to ask for silver taels when the matter is over, you can't talk and don't count..."

As she spoke, she became anxious.

"Hey, what are you doing here?!"

Hearing that there was movement outside, Furou, who was cleaning up in the house, hurriedly ran out and pulled away Xi Po, who wanted to get close to Song Qingge.

Unexpectedly, she knelt in front of Song Qingge and cried and begged: "At the beginning, you said that as long as the old slave framed the eldest lady for the happy service, you promised to give the old slave one hundred taels of silver to save the child in the family, and now the child is seriously ill, please have mercy and mercy on the child in the old slave's family, save his life..."

"I... When did I say such a thing to you, don't let you spew blood! Song Qingge was frightened by her sudden move, and nervously grabbed the corner of her skirt.

When Duan Wangchen and Jiang Wanyin walked outside Zhuyun Garden, they happened to hear someone crying inside. He frowned, and when he was about to raise his steps and walk in, he was gently stopped by Jiang Wanyin, "Husband, it seems to be the cry of that Xi Po last time." She whispered.