"What you said is true?"

When she heard the news from Furou's mouth, Song Qingge was sitting in the room embroidering silk handkerchiefs, and she hadn't seen Duan Wangchen for a while.

Wang didn't want to see her, so she could only stop outside Yongle Pavilion every time.

Fu Rou said happily, "Miss, everyone in the house knows the news, it must be true." ”

"But..."

Song Qingge put down the needle and thread in his hand, but still held the half-embroidered silk handkerchief in his hand.

"These four princes have a strange temperament, but in the end, this is the marriage he pointed out to you and Hou Ye, even if it is an old lady, you can't object to it." Furou understood her worries, but she was also happy for her.

"Ah Ge!"

At this time, Duan Wangchen walked in from outside the house, and he could see that he was very happy. Fu Rou gave him a slight salute and retreated.

"You're not happy?"

He sat down in front of her, and he hadn't seen them for a while, but he felt that the two of them were a little rusty.

Song Qingge lowered his brows and wrung the silk handkerchief in his hand. She had never forgotten the insults she had received in the antechamber last time.

Duan Wangchen said softly, "Grandmother, she also agreed." ”

"But why did the fourth prince marry the two of us?" She raised her eyes, her eyebrows full of puzzlement.

He opened the corners of his lips, with a smile in his eyes, "Last time, when I personally went to the Fourth Prince's Mansion to ask for sin, he saw that I was extremely pious, and he couldn't bear to break up this marriage, so he interceded for us in front of the emperor. ”

The long feather eyelashes blinked, and Song Qingge didn't ask any more questions.

Duan Wangchen took her over and let her lean on his shoulder.

Outside Zhuyun Garden, the waiter asked him, "Master Hou, why don't you tell Miss Table the truth?" ”

Soon after Jingsheng returned from the Hou Gong's Mansion at sunset, he sent Yufeng to deliver a letter to Duan Wangchen, asking him to accept Jiang Wanyin's intentions in everything during this time, and when he survived these days, he would be able to marry Song Qingge.

And he did so.

It's just that he doesn't want Song Qingge to know about these things.

Duan Wangchen stopped, his eyes darkened, "I don't want to involve her, and I can't bear to let her think of the events of the year again." ”

He still remembers the way she cried hoarsely. Since then, he has vowed that he will protect her well in the future.

The waiter sighed in his heart and followed in his footsteps.

During the period of preparing for the family affair, Jiang Wanyin never made trouble. In front of people, she is still the same boudoir door, showing off her wisdom.

The Wang family still spoils her, standing on her side, she is Jiang Hechi's daughter, Duan Wangchen can not be interested, she, who is a grandmother, has to be interested.

On the day of marrying Song Qingge, the guests who came to the house naturally could not be compared with the day Duan Wangchen married Jiang Wanyin.

However, the four princes, the people who referred to the marriage, all came, and some ministers in the court naturally came to join in the fun.

Xuanyuan Jing looked at Jiang Wanyin's smile with a knife hidden, and quietly opened his mouth to taunt her, "If you had married this king at the beginning, why would you be so angry today." ”

Jiang Wanyin clenched the teacup in her hand and smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Thanks to the grace of the four princes, Yin'er was so angry." ”

Xuanyuan Jing hooked his peach blossom eyes, "You really can't complain about this king." He picked up the cup and continued to drink tea to watch the excitement.

The rich joy that came out of this hall made Jiang Wanyin's eyes glow with a trace of viciousness, and just when she saw Rue Xiang walking in from outside, the viciousness in her eyes dissipated a little.

Xuanyuan Jing, who lowered his head and drank tea, drew a touch of coolness at the corner of his lips.