The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

During the days she was waiting to get married at home, Qingyin also received many invitations from young ladies from official families, including tea parties, flower viewing banquets, and chess games. Those numerous invitations seemed to have suddenly replaced the Song family's desertedness since her divorce, and restored the Song family to its original popular status.

But Qingyin knew, and Song's mother also knew, that these invitations were only extended as olive branches because those people saw that Qingyin was going to marry into the General Shen family and the Song family had not lost their favor.

Mother Song looked at the pile of invitations on the table, a hint of anger on her face, and said sarcastically: "Humph, these people saw that you could marry into the general's mansion again, and that our Song family was on the rise again, so they handed over these invitations. Ha, those people are fine, but after your divorce, your aunt didn't mention it at all. Now she cares about you again and invites you to her house to appreciate the flowers."

The aunt that Song's mother mentioned was the Song family, a relative of her father's generation. Although the Song family had fallen on hard times, there were still two relatively good branches. One was Qingyin's family, and the other was the family of her aunt who married into the Anjue Marquis Mansion in the capital. The aunt was the cousin of Qingyin's father. In the past, this aunt was taken care of by her father until she married into the Anjue Marquis Mansion. Song's father never forgot this cousin and often gave her some money and the like.

This is also the reason why Song's mother was so angry.

Qing Yin looked at the angry Mother Song and smiled slightly: "Why should you care, Mother? After what happened to me, Father and Mother have seen through her character. They will just stay away from her in the future."

"you're right."

Mother Song nodded thoughtfully.

"Humph, it's just a waste of those things for that ungrateful bastard."

Song's mother complained again angrily.

Qingyin watched from the side without saying anything.

Fortunately, this time Song's mother did not complain for long and quickly adjusted her mood.

"Qingqing, you'd better not agree to any of these invitations. Although the emperor has already decided on the marriage, if something unexpected happens, you should wait until you marry Shen Du before you can think of how to go out and have fun. I'll feel more at ease with Shen Du accompanying you."

Song's mother said this because of the psychological trauma she suffered from previous incidents.

Qingyin knew, she smiled and nodded, "My daughter knows."

Song's mother, who had just persuaded her daughter to stay at home, began to feel distressed again when she saw her daughter who had agreed obediently. Her daughter could only stay at home.

She sighed and said, "It's just hard for you, staying at home every day."

Looking at Mother Song's frown, Qing Yin gently hugged her arm and shook her hand coquettishly: "Mother, how could I be bored at home? Look at these toys that Shen Du sent me. My daughter loves playing with them."

This is true.

Mother Song's brows relaxed slightly. She looked at the various strange things in her daughter's room. There were strange round things made of wood. It was said that they were Western clocks that could tell time. Mother Song didn't understand, but the boy from the Shen family found all the strange toys from somewhere and sent them to the Song family. When she looked at Qingyin's yard, she found that there were quite a few new things in the house.

"That's fine."

Mother Song felt relieved and left Qingyin's yard again.

During this period, not only is her daughter's wedding approaching, but her eldest son will also have to take part in the imperial examination this month, so Mother Song is extremely busy.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was the day before Qingyin was about to marry Shen Du.

Song Yuebai has finished the imperial examination and won first place, making the already bustling Song Mansion even more lively.

late at night.

There was a faint noise outside the window. Qingyin was thirsty in the middle of the night and got up to drink water. She noticed the noise and became alert. Her originally fuzzy brain gradually became clear. Qingyin walked carefully to the table, picked up the only sharp weapon, the scissors, and walked to the window, looking at the place vigilantly.

Qingyin was confused and wondered if the prince knew her true identity and sent someone to kidnap her?

There was a rustling sound near the window, as if the window was about to open.

Qingyin's heart became even more nervous.

A black figure climbed in through the window, and at the same time, Qingyin stabbed down with the scissors in his hand.

Fortunately, the man reacted quickly and quickly grabbed Qingyin's wrist holding the scissors.

"Ah, lecher, let me go!"

"it's me."

A familiar, helpless male voice rang in my ears.

The man hugged Qingyin, who was trembling in panic.

Qingyin leaned in the man's arms, her body still trembling due to the stimulation of nervousness and accelerated heartbeat.

"Shen Du?"

"it's me."

The extinguished candle was lit by Shen Du who was holding Qingyin.

The only light from the warm candlelight allowed Qingyin to see the man in front of her clearly.

The handsome and three-dimensional facial features of the man in the black brocade robe became more and more obvious under the candlelight.

If it’s not Shen Du, then who else could it be?

"Why did you come at this time? I thought..."

Under the light, the already beautiful woman looks even more charming.

Especially when the beauty is trembling slightly and looking at you pitifully with red eyes.

Shen Du's heart was almost melted by the beauty in his arms.

The young man in black held the warm and beautiful girl in his arms and patted her gently to comfort her.

"It's all my fault. I came here suddenly in the middle of the night and scared Qingqing."

"I miss you so much that I have to come to you in the middle of the night. I want to see you..."

"Stop talking."

Qingyin's eyes blushed as she listened to Shen Du's sweet words, and she covered his mouth in panic.

Shen Du really wanted to say something to his little wife: this was what he really thought, without a single word of falsehood.

But looking at the intoxicating blush on his wife's face, he was afraid that he would offend his wife and get her to kick him out of bed tomorrow, so he stopped speaking his true feelings and just stared at Qingyin with a charming look in her eyes.

Qingyin: "..."

He spoke sweet words so fluently, and his eyes were even more charming. It was so hot that Qingyin's face turned red under his stare, but she didn't know how to cover his mouth and eyes.

At this time, Qinghe's voice came from outside the house.

"Miss, is there something wrong?"

It turned out that Qinghe heard the noise in the house and asked with some confusion.

Qing Yin glared at Shen Du and shouted to the outside of the door: "Nothing, I'm just a little thirsty. I'll get up and drink a glass of water. Qing He, you can continue to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am."

After a while, Qinghe's footsteps disappeared, probably because she went back to sleep.

Qingyin finally relaxed and released her hand that was covering Shen Du.

Shen Du looked at his wife's tender, white little hand with some regret.

In fact, he really wanted his wife to continue covering his mouth.

His wife's hands were white and tender, and had a faint fragrance. When he brought them close to his mouth, the fragrance became stronger. He thought...

Shen Du's eyes darkened and he cursed himself in his heart, thinking that he was such a pervert.

However, he could try to ask his wife tomorrow. If she agreed, he would be willing to be slapped a few times by her.