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Shen Jiayu closed his eyes.

She wanted to die.

Why did he mention her and Wen Xiangzhu? Did he miss the point? Shouldn't he remember the matter of the rite of exorcism?

Isn't she moved when Wen Xiangzhu sprinkled dew on her body?

Shen Jiayu asked herself this question three times in her heart. She really didn't want to think about the time when she and Wen Xiangzhu tied the red string together.

She just wanted to finish the story and go home.

Shen Jiayu said with a fake smile: "Haha, that must have been a mistake. It doesn't count. It may not work."

Wen Xiangzhu also smiled and looked at Shen Jiayu, saying nonchalantly: "Yes, it may not be effective and it doesn't count. It's just that people need to find a spiritual sustenance so that they can live their ordinary lives."

Perhaps Wen Xiangzhu's words touched Song Qinghong, and she agreed and said, "Well, Master Ye is right."

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

The tea had already gone cold, and only then did Wen Xiangzhu speak, asking Shen Jiayu to go ask the waiter for a new pot of tea.

Shen Jiayu did as he was told and a new pot of tea was quickly served.

White hot steam rises slowly in the air, and the refreshing tea fragrance wafts in your face.

"This tea is not bad, Miss Song, please try it." Wen Xiangzhu skillfully poured a cup of tea into her cup and then pushed it in front of her.

Song Qinghong took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction. She had been out for such a long time and hadn't heard anything about He Congshuang or any other rumors. Her heart opened up a little.

He would be willing to say a word or two about his own affairs.

"Mr. Ye, do you have any grudges against anyone?" Song Qinghong put down the cup and looked at him with eyes as clear as autumn water.

Wen Xiangzhu was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he picked up the boiling hot tea and blew on it gently. When the tea cooled down a little, he took a sip and said, "Of course there is. People are different. We will always meet people we don't like, or encounter some things that will make us feel resentful."

Song Qinghong: "What does it feel like to hate someone? Do you want... to kill that person?"

Just like Wen Xiangzhu said, people are different from each other, but if she doesn't like someone, she will stay away from them and will not interact with them.

If she couldn't avoid it, she wouldn't feel resentful. Since she was born, everyone has been very kind to her, and there is nothing that makes her feel resentful. It seems...

It's just how it is.

Why is this so?

Wen Xiangzhu tightened his grip on the teacup, his breathing became a little disordered, and he gave a mocking smile.

"Yes." Wen Xiangzhu didn't hesitate for a second. "It's just that when you hate someone so much, you want to make him suffer. Letting him die easily is just a temporary relief."

The atmosphere is not right. It feels darker and darker the more we talk.

Shen Jiayu and Luqi stared at each other.

One was worried that Wen Xiangzhu would not be able to hold it in and reveal the truth, and the other was worried that continuing the conversation would bring up Song Qinghong's sad memories.

The two of them found some things to do, and Luqi got up to pour them some tea.

Shen Jiayu pretended to have a sore throat and coughed for a long time.

With the two of them stirring things up, the atmosphere eased a bit and wasn't as heavy as before.

"However, it is better for people to have less resentment. It is not easy to live in peace. It is not good for oneself to feel resentment because of some things." Wen Xiangzhu changed the subject and began to talk about some chicken soup.

It just so happened that Song Qinghong also fell for it, and after just a few words, Wen Xiangzhu changed the subject and talked about other things.

Shen Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief, his throat almost hoarse from coughing.

You really have to endure the hardship.

In fact, there is no need for her to worry so much. This is the second female lead she set up, and she will not become evil no matter who turns evil.

They chatted for a while, and then it was time for Song Qinghong to go home.

Wen Xiangzhu saw her off from the teahouse.

On the way back, Luqi told Song Qinghong about the bill.

"Forget it, let him be. He is a careful person. I think he knew I would do this, so he settled the bill early." Song Qinghong put the purse in Luqi's hand.

She was confident in Luqi's work, so she didn't need to count how much money was left.

Shen Jiayu sat in the carriage without saying a word.

Song Qinghong noticed her emotions, frowned and asked, "Are you worried about something?"

He wasn't like this in the teahouse, how come he became so depressed in a short while?

Shen Jiayu's mood changed, he let out an "ah" and pretended to be in a daze.

"I'm not worried, I'm just a little distracted. I'm fine, don't worry."

Seeing Shen Jiayu's expression, Song Qinghong finally felt relieved.

Shen Jiayu was worried about something.

Before leaving the teahouse, when Wen Xiangzhu sent them downstairs, she followed behind Song Qinghong and was closer to Wen Xiangzhu.

Wen Xiangzhu said something softly. Although his voice was very low, people around him thought he was just talking to himself and passed it over without hearing it clearly.

But she heard clearly that it was a task given to her.

This mission was a good thing for her, but she felt a little uneasy.

What Wen Xiangzhu said was: I will marry the prime minister's daughter in half a month.

Half a month is too short, only fifteen days.

Song Qinghong is the daughter of the prime minister. She never leaves the house and the opportunities to go out are very few. This time, she was allowed to go out for a walk only because she recovered from the fright.

In her imagination, they fell in love with each other over time.

The reality is that neither of them seems to be interested in each other, and her plan will take at least half a year for them to spend time together before they fall in love.

Could it be that they should get married first and then fall in love?

Even if she could find a way to get Song Qinghong out and make it possible for them to meet by chance again and again, Wen Xiangzhu was now only an aide to the Third Prince Qi Rui and had no power or influence, so Song Qinghong would be marrying down from her parents.

Not to mention that Prime Minister Song would not agree, he would have to deal with Song Yuanbai alone, and it would take another year for Wen Xiangzhu to gain power.

Kyoto is a place where people eat each other. It is not easy to have a place there. He is not the male protagonist...

Shen Jiayu was in a dilemma. She really didn't know what to do. Things had come to this point and she could only take it one step at a time.

At the same time, Shen Jiayu cursed Judge San San in his heart, saying that at least he was dressed like a powerful person.

It's easier to get things done wherever you have power.

She, on the other hand, not only has no power, but is also a cannon fodder who can be slaughtered and dominated by others.

Ugh……

[Be content, at least you are alive, and you are living a good life now. 】

San San's sudden appearance scared Shen Jiayu, and he almost showed an expression of fear that he shouldn't have.

[Now I am scolding you, now I am out? What should I do? Give me some advice. ]

【What did you scold me for? 】

[Uh, if you didn't hear me, just pretend I didn't scold you. Please give me some advice, please. ]

[I can't help you. It's all up to you. I'm here to tell you the progress of the story. It's now at 25%. When it's over 25%, you'll be able to see the real-time progress bar. Now I'm leaving.]

San San left after saying this, and Shen Jiayu had no one to cry to.

The good guy is really gone!