The mistress is not a cannon fodder, the cold prince falls in love with her every night

Xijieer woke up from her sleep.

Su Li held her and fed her half a meal. Huan Ge'er followed beside her and ate a snack. His little face was gloomy and no one knew what he was thinking.

At this time, Song Tao came in and said that the east and west wing rooms had been cleaned up and the brothers and sisters could go there at any time.

Su Li hugged Xi Jie'er and took Huan Ge'er's hand.

"Let's go check out your room."

Huan Ge'er was obviously resisting, but he couldn't get away from Su Li at all, so he had to be dragged along by her to the east wing.

During this time, Nanny Li wanted to hold Xi Jie'er so that Su Li could change her hands, but Su Li was reluctant to let go.

Entering the east wing, the pretty and lovely little girl's boudoir, Xi Jie'er timidly asked:

"So beautiful, whose room is this?"

"This is your room, young lady!"

Song Tao took Xi Jie'er and pulled her in.

Looking at Xijie'er who had her eyes wide open in surprise, Huange'er finally showed a hint of relief at the corners of his mouth.

"Would you like to see your room?"

"I have it too?"

Huan Ge'er was surprised. He thought he would live in the same room with his sister, just like he did at his grandmother's house.

"Of course. But your room won't be as spacious as my sister's, nor as beautiful. Be prepared."

Huan Ge'er nodded.

He never had any hope. He was already content to have a place of his own.

Followed Su Li to the west wing opposite.

Qingshan Courtyard is already remote, and the westernmost wing is even more secluded.

But the moment he opened the door, Huan Ge'er's heart began to boil.

Is this what the woman meant by not being spacious?

It's obviously very spacious here!

Unlike Xijie'er's room, which was all pink and delicate, his room was elegant and quiet, and all the utensils were of the finest quality. Most importantly, in the adjacent study, there was a complete set of pens, inkstones, and a small box in the corner. When he opened it, he found it was filled with books.

"Time is tight, and I haven't had time to prepare books for you. These are what I brought from the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. You can use them for now. I'll send someone to buy some for you tomorrow."

Su Li felt a little embarrassed.

The original owner was not a book lover, and it was not easy for her to find these books from her dowry.

Seeing how Huan Ge'er couldn't let go of books and the four treasures of the study, Su Li knew that she had impressed him.

"Brother Huan, do you like it?"

"It's okay." Huan Ge'er held the book without raising his head.

Su Li smiled secretly. This mouth was just like his father's, just as hard!

"Well, these are for your room. And these, I prepared for you to take to school tomorrow."

He pointed to a book box on the desk.

Huan Ge'er was already past the age of enlightenment and should have been attending school. He probably didn't go to school today because he wanted to "welcome" his new mother.

But when this was mentioned, Huan Ge'er was obviously unhappy.

His face gradually became gloomy, and he silently stroked the fine writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, but did not respond.

He was five years old when he entered the palace with his father. He learned some enlightenment books from his father, but not long after, his father went to the border, and when he came back, he became like that.

During these three years, no one in the mansion took care of him, and he was idle all day long. When he wanted to read, he had to sneak into his grandfather's study and steal a few books.

Once, he was caught by his grandfather while stealing books. His grandfather checked his homework and sent him to college the next day.

But what the teacher taught in the academy was too simple. He could learn it right away, and he still had to listen to his nagging every day.

So, he often skipped school.

Because of this, his grandfather beat him many times.

But his grandmother always defended him.

Su Li glanced at him secretly. It was not difficult to guess the thoughts of an eight-year-old boy, but the eight-year-old boy in front of her was not an ordinary person. He would be a great talent in the future!

"I'm leaving now. Play in your room by yourself. If you need anything, ask Song Tao. I'll send someone to call you after dinner."

Su Li knows how to give space.

Without further ado, he turned and left the west wing.

Back in the east wing, Xijieer was playing the Nine-Turn Link game under the guidance of Songtao.

Nanny Li brought in the pieces of cloth that Su Li mentioned from the storeroom.

"Are these the pieces you were talking about? They're just right for making a few spring dresses for the young lady."

Su Li picked up Xi Jie'er,

"Xijie'er, take a look at these clothes made for you. Do you like them?"

"Are they all for me?"

"Yes! If we make them now, we can wear new clothes tomorrow. Then we can make a few more sets. Then we can make summer clothes, autumn clothes, winter clothes..."

Puchi, Li Ma Ma laughed.

"Miss, Xijie is growing fast. It's not too late to cut her autumn and winter clothes until the end of summer."

"Yes, yes, look at me, I'm so happy that I'm confused."

Su Li wanted to give all the best to Xi Jie'er.

She looked at the clothes in the bag Xijieer brought with her. They were either too small or too old, and even beggars wouldn't like them. She wouldn't let Xijieer wear those anymore.

Xijieer touched the beautiful fabric and finally showed some liveliness that a little girl should have.

"Does my brother have one too?"

Madam Li smiled.

"Yes, everything. Madam will go out to buy them tomorrow. The young lady's clothes, shoes and socks for all seasons since she was a child have been made by me. Now that the young lady has a little lady and a young master, I can put my skills to use again."

As he spoke, he began to measure Xijie'er's size.

Su Li played with him for a while, and calculated that Pei Heng should wake up by then, so she asked the kitchen to send some snacks over and brought them in herself.

After the crazy lunch, Pei Heng was obviously more cooperative in the afternoon. He drank his porridge obediently, lowered his head and said nothing.

He only remembered that Su Li was giving him a massage just now.

He could only not move his arms and legs, but he still had some feeling. He could feel Su Li's small hands, gently and accurately pressing on various acupuncture points on him.

Her technique was very good, so good that it made him feel very comfortable, so comfortable that he didn't even notice when he fell asleep.

When I woke up and saw Su Li again, I felt an indescribable sense of shame and gratitude.

"Prince, would you like to tell me how you became like this?"

Su Li put Pei Heng's arm on her leg and gently massaged him.

When she asked this question, Pei Heng's body obviously paused for a moment, and soon he pursed his lips, his deep and dark eyes filled with cold inquiry.

Su Li knew that if she wanted to make a person who was determined to die get better, she must first make him want to live.

Rather than dragging it out like this, it would be better to have a quick fix. She decided to uncover Pei Heng's scars herself, and then accompany him to face it and overcome it.

"What can I do even if I know?"

He didn't want to think about this painful time.

"Then let me put it another way, Prince, was your transformation into this state intentional or purely accidental?"

"What if it's man-made? What if it's an accident?"

"If it was an accident, we can only lament that God is jealous of talented people. But based on my years of reading, it's most likely a conspiracy. Otherwise, why would Pei Yan only suffer a minor injury in the same battle, while you ended up like this?"

"What do you mean?"

Su Li didn't mean to sow discord between the two brothers Pei Heng and Pei Yan, but the facts were there.

Who would benefit the most from Pei Heng's death?

After Pei Heng lay down, how did the Marquis treat him?

She had read so many novels when she was young. If there was no conspiracy in this one, she would have written the word "Su" backwards!

"Hmph, don't even think about sowing discord between us brothers. I led the troops to rescue Pei Yan. It was my own decision. I have nothing to worry about with others for ending up like this."

"Okay, then how many times has your good brother Pei Yan looked at you over the years?"

"he……"

Pei Heng was speechless for a moment.

Three years ago, Pei Yan was trapped behind enemy lines while leading his army alone. He personally led his guards to rescue him but was ambushed by the enemy. His 3,000 guards were completely wiped out, and he was captured by the enemy and subjected to inhumane treatment. His limbs were broken, his mouth was stuffed with excrement, and he was urinated on his head and body every day for fun.

The enemy humiliated him for a month, thought he was dead, and then dumped him in a pile of corpses in a deserted village where everyone had been massacred.

In the end, it was his deputy general and several personal guards who risked their lives to find him and carried him out from the pile of dead bodies.

When he came back, he learned that Pei Yan had returned a month earlier, but was seriously injured and had been sent to the rear to recuperate.

For the past three years, he has been immersed in his own pain and has never thought about these things.

When Su Li suddenly brought up the subject, the past came flooding back like a tide, suffocating him. He subconsciously wanted to escape and avoid it.

Now that I think about it, there is indeed something strange about it.

For example, how did Pei Yan escape from danger?

He had never thought about this question before, nor had he ever asked it. At first, he was just happy that Pei Yan was okay.

Su Li saw the various expressions on his face changing unpredictably, and knew that he must be thinking about something. She didn't ask what it was, but just said:

"Sir, you shouldn't have the intention to harm others, but you can't be without a sense of defense! Those who backstab you are often the most unexpected people. Think about Pei Yan's behavior and his mother's behavior after all this happened. Sir, what you are most reluctant to believe is often the truth."