The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

The guards in the distance were all shocked.

What did they hear just now?

Mu Yun thought he was used to big scenes, but he was stunned at this moment.

He quietly asked Uncle Wang, "Is this peach blossom wine so potent? Even the prince went crazy with the wine?"

Uncle Wang stroked his white beard, glanced at him, and said meaningfully, "You are still young, so you don't understand."

Mu Yun: “?”

You know, you tell me.

Uncle Wang didn't say much, but simply ordered them in a deep voice, "The court is in chaos right now, and many people are focusing on the prince's mistakes. You should keep your mouths shut."

"Yes."

The guards dared not make any mistakes in this matter, and those who could guard here were all the prince's confidants.

After all, the prince is surrounded by dangers. If a traitor appears in the palace in recent years, it will probably cause a lot of trouble for the prince.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Wang added, "Go clean up the prince's bedroom and fumigate it with some incense."

Guards: “?”

It was not until half an hour later that they saw the prince carrying the drunk Miss Song out of the pavilion and heading towards the prince's yard, and they finally understood what Uncle Wang meant.

That’s really clever!

Song Xiwan was sleeping comfortably in Xie Chengqian's arms, not realizing at all how she had committed such a "treasonous act". She trusted Xie Chengqian from the bottom of her heart.

I will definitely send her back to the palace.

Not long after, Song Xiwan fell asleep on the soft mattress, and opened her eyes lazily with satisfaction, but she couldn't see clearly because of the alcohol.

"Thank you for bringing me back. Please go back soon."

Xie Chengqian looked at the person who occupied his bed, his eyes full of helplessness.

Her trust made him a little...depressed!

Xie Chengqian looked down at the messy clothes that had just been pulled apart by her little hands. A patch of wheat-colored skin was exposed at the collar, and she was still going further.

Now he was sleeping peacefully, leaving him alone to suffer.

Xie Chengqian stared at the porcelain-white face that was sleeping soundly with the quilt hugged. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her delicate and soft cheek, murmuring hoarsely, "Next time I will definitely not let you touch alcohol again."

Song Xiwan was disturbed from her sweet dream. She pushed his hand away with a slight displeasure and shouted incoherently, "How dare you!"

It had no aura, but rather a touch of cuteness, causing Xie Chengqian to lower his head and laugh.

Finally, he covered her with the quilt and bent down to give her a light kiss on the forehead.

"Good night."

Xie Chengqian left the room and went to the study, his expression already returning to its cold and gloomy state.

He sent someone to the Song Mansion to inform Qiuzhu that Xiwan would not be returning today and let Qiuzhu deal with it.

Then, Xie Chengqian called Mu Yun again.

"What's going on with Concubine Shen today?"

Mu Yun stood in front of him, occasionally looking up at the prince. Was he leaving Miss Song alone in the room?

Mu Yun didn't dare ask any more questions and quickly replied, "Noble Concubine Shen holds a grudge against you for your power struggle that day. Not only has she targeted the Deng family, but she's also been picking on the Song family. I'm afraid the results of Young Master Song's palace examination will change."

Xie Chengqian's eyes were cold, "Where's Xie Qiang?"

Mu Yun continued, "He is still recuperating in the palace and preparing to marry Su Xunyao. However, Prime Minister Su's recent support for the prince has displeased Concubine Shen, and I'm afraid this marriage will be in trouble."

The atmosphere in the study became quiet.

Xie Chengqian lowered his eyes, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, thinking about a strategy.

"Save Song Junling. As for the Su family's affairs, Prime Minister Su will take care of them. Don't worry about it."

"Yes."

Mu Yun agreed.

Xie Chengqian paused and continued, "This prince's courtyard needs to be renovated, including the rooms. Add some calligraphy and paintings and bouquets of flowers to make it less desolate."

What if Xiwan doesn’t like it in the future?

No matter how stupid Mu Yun was, he could guess that it was Miss Song, so he said bluntly: "If Miss Song married into the palace, she would have her own courtyard."

Why change the prince's courtyard?

Xie Chengqian replied coldly, "No."

Mu Yun was confused.

Then I realized that the prince did not intend to live separately from Miss Song. How could this be possible?

If the people from the Ministry of Rites knew about this, I don’t know how they would secretly criticize the prince and Miss Song, but the prince’s face was really cold.

Mu Yun didn't dare to object.

Xie Chengqian dealt with the accumulated official business in the study and did not return to his room to rest until midnight.

He took a hot bath and asked someone to warm up his underwear to avoid waking Xiwan up from the cold when going to bed.

The effect is excellent.

As soon as Xie Chengqian lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed, Song Xiwan subconsciously looked for the source of heat, and continued to sleep with her little face pressed against his chest.

Including his limbs, he was wrapped up and treated like a blanket.

Song Xiwan exuded a faint fragrance, mixed with a hint of sweet wine, which stimulated Xie Chengqian so much that his body froze.

He seemed to have made an unwise choice.

Xie Chengqian silently wanted to push Song Xiwan away and rest on the soft couch beside him, but she held on tightly with her hands and feet, not letting him move.

If he used a little more force, she would frown and scold him in a low voice.

Xie Chengqian had no choice but to give up resistance.

That night, he stayed awake with his eyes wide open until dawn.

Song Xiwan had a good sleep. When he woke up, he stretched and sighed in his heart: I have slept well recently, and the bed is more comfortable than before.

"woke up?"

Suddenly, an extremely hoarse voice came to my ears, inexplicably carrying a hint of resentment.

Song Xiwan suddenly looked up, eyes full of disbelief and exclaimed, "Why are you here? Didn't you go back to the palace last night?"

She subconsciously thought that Xie Chengqian had sent her home.

Xie Chengqian turned over and held her in his arms, staring at her with his deep bloodshot eyes.

Song Xiwan's momentum was completely crushed, his mind slowly cleared up, and he finally realized that this was not the Song Mansion.

She slept in the palace last night!

Moreover, she was sleeping with Xie Chengqian, whose clothes were disheveled, exposing a large area of ​​his chest, which made her feel dizzy.

Oh, drinking is bad!

Song Xiwan pretended to be calm and said, "Oh, so I'm in the palace. No wonder I said this bed feels better than the one in the Song Mansion."

"If you like me, have someone send me to the Song Mansion."

Xie Chengqian leaned sideways and raised his hand to tidy up her messy hair.

Song Xiwan's eyelids twitched, and she politely refused, "That's not necessary. If you send a quilt for no reason, it will scare my parents."

"Ah."

Xie Chengqian chuckled, his eyes becoming more profound.

Song Xiwan knew she was in the wrong and carefully defended herself, "You should have tried to persuade me last night. You knew I would make a scene if I drank too much."

This peach blossom wine is really terrible.

Xie Chengqian didn't want to play tricks on her and said calmly, "It's okay. Now that I wake up, I'll think about how to apologize."

He clearly emphasized the last few words.

Song Xiwan felt a panic in her heart, and then she remembered something. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she grabbed the quilt and covered herself tightly.

Not only did she not take a shower last night, she didn't wash up this morning either!

Xie Chengqian was stunned.