The princess is the only one in Xuanmen, and she is reborn to lift the lid of the prince's coff

"Miss, what was that paper crane you used for just now?"

"Miss, what did you hear? What are you laughing at?"

Song Wu was sitting by the desk, listening to the conversation between Mrs. Li and Song Ming transmitted by the little paper crane spirit. Xiao Kui and Sang Luo came to her side curiously.

"I laugh at how cruel some people are. They want to push me out to save the reputation of the Bo Mansion and leave me dead without a burial place!"

Xiao Kui was horrified: "Who is so bold! Shameless black-hearted!"

Sang Luo understood a little, "Miss, are you talking about the uncle and the madam?"

Song Wu told them everything about their conversation.

She knew why Li came to apologize today. It turned out that the matter had become serious and she was reprimanded by her superiors in the court. In addition, seeing that she had the support of the Xie family, she became jealous.

It was still the same as in the previous life. He wanted her to help the Marquisate to make a better future. If she gained benefits, it would be a glory for the Marquisate. If anything went wrong, she would be held responsible. After all, she had no Marquisate bloodline, and her entire family would be wiped out. She would be the only one killed.

Song Ming has already made two preparations.

The first option is to keep Song Wu and marry her into the Marquis's Mansion. As long as the Duke's Mansion sees that she has entered the Marquis's Mansion, they will definitely not care about her anymore.

The second option was that if she really burned the engagement and decided not to marry, they could take advantage of the situation and bring up Song Chuchu to help her find a marriage. If the Marquis's Mansion agreed, everyone would be happy. If they disagreed and offended the Marquis's Mansion, they could just push her out without implicating the Song family.

"What a calculation! I could hear it from five blocks away!" Sang Luo rolled his eyes at the uncle and his wife.

"That's okay!" Song Wu smiled lightly. "We won't be staying in this mansion for long anyway. After my birthday and Madam's leg injury heals, we'll move to our own house!"

Xiao Kui and Sang Luo were surprised at first, and then they grinned with joy.

Song Wu pointed at the two pieces of brocade that Li had just brought over, "Xiao Kui, go call a tailor. You two and Nanny Yu can each make two new sets of clothes!"

"Miss!" Xiao Kui was so excited that she almost jumped up, "You are so nice to us!"

Song Wu smiled and said, "You are my family too."

It felt like there was a soft spot in Sang Luo's heart that was gently touched.

In the following days, Song Wu had some peace and quiet. Not only did Song Chushi and Song Chushi come to apologize to her, but even Song Chuchu came to apologize.

Song Wu accepted all the gifts and distributed them to Xiao Kui and the other two.

On the way, she also went to the Duke's Mansion to express her gratitude. The Duke's wife, Mrs. Xie, had completely recovered from her illness, and Lu Yuehe talked to her for a long time.

Lu Xiao, on the other hand, kept saying that he was a know-it-all in the capital, and kept clamoring to introduce business to her.

But these days, Ji Bozhou has not been so peaceful.

It had been seven or eight days since he sent the letter, but Song Wu hadn't replied at all!

In the past, she would write him long articles, but he would throw them aside without even reading them. Even so, her letters, calligraphy and paintings never stopped.

In the first two days, he could still chat and laugh with others calmly and attend poetry and wine parties everywhere. But on the third day, he felt inexplicably irritated.

It was already the ninth day, and several young ladies had invited him to take a boat ride to admire the lotus flowers, to which he had readily agreed. They had also gone on outings with them to go rafting up the river. In the past, Song Wu's sour complaints would have gone to his ears, but now, there was nothing.

Ji Bozhou's servant Qing Mo appeared outside the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyi, and Song Chuchu's maid Yin Xing saw him at a glance.

"Qingmo!" Ginkgo called out enthusiastically, "It's been a long time since I saw you!"

Qing Mo smiled awkwardly, "The prince said that your eldest daughter was in a bad mood, so he sent me over to take a look today."

"Oh! It's not as simple as just throwing a tantrum." Ginkgo winked at Qingmo, then pulled him under the shade of a tree in the front yard.

"I'm afraid the eldest lady won't forgive your prince this time. The last time I passed by Wutong Garden, I saw her tearing up all the letters written by the prince. She kept saying that he was blind and wrote such a long letter to scold her!"

"Ah!" Qing Mo was shocked. "Then, if that's the case, the prince will definitely be furious! In order to write that letter, the prince didn't even have dinner!"

"What?!" Ginkgo exclaimed in exaggeration, "The prince actually went to such lengths for the young lady?"

Then he sighed again, "Poor Second Miss, she loses her mind every day because of the Crown Prince... Well, Second Miss also said that she wants to be a monk in the future, praying for the blessings of the eldest lady and the Crown Prince for the rest of her life!"

"Ginkgo, thank you so much!" Qing Mo rubbed his hands, a little anxious. "I have other things to do today, so I'll go back first. I'll come back to thank you another day!"

In Xuexiangju, Song Chuchu smiled with satisfaction.

……

"What?!" Ji Bozhou jumped up from his desk, "He actually tore it up after reading it!"

He was so angry that he paced back and forth in the study, his chest tightly suppressed with anger, "After all these years, you dared to disrespect me!"

Qing Mo stood aside, not daring to breathe, and said cautiously, "Prince, how about, how about you go and ask him in person?"

"You want me to ask her in person? Dream on!"

Half an hour later, Ji Bozhou, wearing a moon-white brocade robe, appeared in the front yard of the Bo's mansion.

"Oh! The prince is here!" Song Chuchu seemed to be passing by and immediately greeted him enthusiastically.

"Chu Chu, are you feeling better?" Ji Bozhou asked casually.

"Thanks to the prince, everything is healed. Look!" Song Chuchu walked in front of him and pretended to casually lift up her hair that covered the wound, but her posture was as if she was about to lean into his arms.

Ji Bozhou subconsciously lowered his head. On the side of the girl's clean and delicate forehead, a light pink scar had healed. Because the distance was too close, he could smell the girl's alluring fragrance.

Ji Bozhou was feeling a little overwhelmed by this, but the person in his arms suddenly looked up and smiled: "Thanks to the prince, Chuchu was able to heal so quickly!"

His body tensed up, and he smiled, "That's all right!"

"Is the prince here to see my eldest sister?" Song Chuchu quickly returned to her original attitude. "A few days ago, our whole family apologized to my eldest sister. She should have calmed down now!"

"Apologize?" Ji Bozhou was puzzled. "Why does the whole family have to apologize to her?"

"Brother Crown Prince, don't you know yet?" Song Chuchu pretended to be innocent and said, "My eldest sister has now recognized the wife of the Duke of Anguo as her adoptive mother. The wife of the Duke of Anguo treats my eldest sister very well!"

"My affair with her was a hot topic in the capital, so the Duke's wife, in order to let my eldest sister vent her anger, arranged for Lord Xie Ruhui to come and reprimand Father, even saying that he should not report for duty. This scared Father and Mother so much that they quickly brought us to apologize to her!"

She was depressed for a while, then smiled as if she had figured it out: "But it's been so long, we have admitted our mistakes to her, big sister should be in a good mood, prince, go quickly!"

"No need!" Ji Bozhou clenched his fists and smiled unnaturally. "I came here today to check on Chuchu's injury. As long as she's healed, that's all!"

He left angrily with Qing Mo.

……

Song Wu sat in front of Nanny Yu's bed, looking at his leg which was almost healed, and finally smiled with relief: "It's finally getting better. After my birthday, I'll be able to leave the house soon!"

Nanny Yu immediately sensed something strange in her words: "Tomorrow is the young lady's birthday, what are you going to do?"