Bondage

Shen Qianyu's heart trembled, for fear that Song Wan would dislike him.He hastily withdrew his hand, but was pulled back again.

Song Wan's cheeks were dyed a tinge of red from the tips of his ears to his neck, the faint crimson color made Shen Qianyu's heart sore and painful.

It was great to meet her.

Only after seeing this person, he knows how intoxicating tenderness is.

Holding Song Wan's hand back into the palm of his hand, Shen Qianyu remained silent.

Song Wan lowered his eyes, his thoughts were complicated.

She has also taken the initiative to hold the hand of others, but unfortunately she has not received the same return.The shame and regret of being rejected that day had tortured her for many days and nights.

But today, someone took the initiative to shake her hand.

She has experienced the anger, ignorance and resentment of not getting what she wants, so she is naturally reluctant to let others experience it.

Looking up at Shen Qianyu, Song Wan pursed her lips and smiled lightly.

Don't indulge in the past, don't be trapped in regret, if someone reaches out to her, she will definitely pick it up.

Time is short and the world is impermanent. She always only looks at the road ahead and never looks back.

The two of them clasped their hands tightly, and they didn't dare to move again. Shen Qianyu only felt the silence in his ears, and the only thing he could hear was the loud pounding in his chest.For a moment, he even felt that the scene in front of him was distorted and deformed, and he seemed to be immersed in an unimaginable dream.

After a long time, he looked at Song Wan.

"I am not the only one who sees the beauty of Waner."

Song Wanyan looked at him with doubts, but Shen Qianyu smiled and said: "Jiang Xingjian doesn't understand your kindness, and I didn't understand it in the past, but I understand it now."

Time has passed, such a passionate love, such an uncontrollable emotion, he understands.

Song Wan didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't know how to deal with such intimate words, so she just lowered her head and said nothing.Knowing that she is thin-skinned, Shen Qianyu only mentioned it briefly and didn't say more.

The room seemed to be dyed with a layer of ambiguity, and Song Wan didn't let her go until Song Wan felt that his hands were sore.

"You haven't eaten at night, I'll send someone to tell you something to eat."

Song Wan said: "I ate some snacks in Emperor Shang Liang's palace, and I'm not hungry yet."

"Would Wan'er help me recite the scriptures?"

"It's against the rules."

Shen Qianyu smiled: "Just read it, this stack is all nonsense."

It's no big deal to send him here. Although he is sitting firmly in the East Palace now, he doesn't intend to make Emperor Wenhui jealous, so it's better to hide for a while.

Seeing what he said, Song Wan was about to persist when she suddenly remembered that Lin Jiayue once said that she was as boring as a log.

After thinking about it, she picked up the booklet on the table and read it softly.

Shen Qianyu listened quietly, the previous boring memorabilia such as greetings, announcing the good news, making offerings, and reporting on rain and hail in various places sounded much more interesting now.

The two enjoy the tender time here quietly, but they don't know that the outside world has exploded because of Song Wan's entry into the palace.

Ever since Song Wan was admitted to the East Palace, Mrs. Song couldn't afford to get sick.Even if the other party's status is only Cheng Hui, she can't stand it.

"Mother, why don't you think of a better place."

Song Nian stood by the bed while serving Mrs. Song, while softly comforting: "Big sister enters the palace, and mother is in charge. If mother cares, she can hold back her hand again. And in the near future, elder brother's marriage will be decided by the mother." Putting it on the agenda, mother's serious illness at this time will only make father think that you are dissatisfied with the eldest sister's entry into the palace, and use this to make you angry."

"Daughter said something inconsiderate, no matter how sick my mother is now, she still needs to put on a show for my father..."

Instead of being locked in the room like now, and not going out if she is unwell, but she didn't say this half of the sentence.

Song Nian earnestly persuaded, but only got Mrs. Song's full of complaints.

"Fu'er got married and he remembered that I was the mistress of the mansion? He only cared about Song Fu and Song Wan, but did he care about Yao'er?"

Mrs. Song cried hard: "Isn't there any good thing in this mansion given to Song Fu and Song Wan, what do you three have? Nothing!"

"Didn't you see where your father's heart has gone? Yao'er was supposed to be a princess, but now it's a good thing. Not to mention nothing, he still wants to betroth Yao'er to his disciple!"

"What is the background of that student? Bo Zuo's poor family is regarded as a compliment, and he actually gave it to Yao'er?"

"Yao'er was meant to be a princess..."

"Your father was eccentric, so Fang sent Song Wan into the palace."

Song Nian let out a long sigh, and really didn't know how to persuade him.

After hearing Mrs. Song weeping for a long time, she murmured: "Mother wants to threaten father with elder brother's marriage?"

The status of the British government is much higher than that of the Song government. If the marriage between the two houses is not arranged by the mistress, it will inevitably cause people to talk about it, and it will also make the British government dissatisfied.

Seeing his mother like this, Song Nian instantly knew what she was thinking.

Song Nian lowered her head, and said in a soft voice, "Mother should not use this to test your position in Father's heart..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mrs. Song supported her forehead and stared at her eyes: "Are you seeing that your elder sister is useless now, or are you afraid that I will lose face with your father and implicate you?"

"How can I say that I am also Song Fu Song Wan's elder, now that I am unwell, is it possible that I have to drag my sick body to manage the marriage for the younger generation?"

"Where in the world is there such a truth?"

"You don't have to be here, go and see your sister."

Ever since Song Yao knew that she had no hope of entering the palace, and that she was going to marry a man from a lowly background who only had a Jinshi degree, she never ate or spoke every day.It has been two days and two nights without a drop of water, even if Song Nian went to persuade him, the other party seemed to hear nothing.

Song Nian came out of Mrs. Song's room, but her heart felt like a big rock was pressing on her.

"Miss, shall we go find Second Miss?"

Song Nian shook her head: "Forget it, follow her."

She tried her best in what she could say, persuade, and do, but now there was nothing she could do.

Looking at the maid beside her, Song Nianyou said quietly: "Go back to the room, it's good to copy some scriptures and calm down."

Her mother and elder sister still think that it was her father's idea to let Song Wan enter the palace, and for some reason, they just don't want to believe that it was the prince's original intention.

Could it be that Yu Ruyi, who couldn't be seen clearly in the palm of her hand, wasn't hinting clearly enough?The prince is clearly saying that the two of them are not even a thing.

Song Nian's small face was still a bit childish and immature, but when he sighed, he looked like an old man who was dying.

"Miss Three..."

Xizhang looked at his young lady worriedly, feeling helpless.

"I can't control it, I can't say it, and my mother and second sister will hate me if I talk about it."

Song Nian's eyes were red, and he went back to the room with Xizhang full of disappointment.

Over there, when Song Lan'an learned that Madam Song said that he was ill and that he might not be able to handle Song Fu's marriage, he just gave a cold snort.

"Tomorrow, you and I will go to the British government to meet the Eldest Princess."

The housekeeper nodded, and asked again: "Master, how about the second lady's marriage?"

"Since she doesn't want to marry, let her go, can I force her to do it?"

"The old slave knows."

"In addition, you ask Mrs. Song to go to the madam to bring back the keys to the warehouse and the pair of cards. The back house must be left unattended. Since she is not feeling well, she won't have to worry about these trivial matters in the future."

The butler nodded respectfully when he heard the words, but secretly sighed in his heart that his step-wife and Mrs. Yuan were so far apart, and he didn't blame his master for being so impatient with her.

Stepwife... I really can't stand up.