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

Song Xiwan coughed violently twice, and her cheeks turned red in a short while.

Qiu Zhu hurriedly patted her on the back and soothed her, "Don't be angry, young lady. With your current talent, fame, and status, you can marry any ideal husband you want."

Song Xiwan was about to recover when she was caught off guard by hearing these words.

What are you talking about!

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you looking for a husband of your dreams?"

When Song Junling heard this as soon as he entered the room, his face was filled with complicated expressions.

Song Xiwan: “…”

Today was not very friendly to her.

Song Xiwan gave Qiu Zhu a disarming look, then asked his elder brother, "Brother, why did you come to see me?"

"The weather is nice today, and I wanted to go to the flower festival with you. You've been on leave for so long, and it's not good to be bored at home."

When this matter was mentioned, Soong Jun-ling became excited.

Song Xiwan glanced at him and asked, "Brother, are you healed?"

Song Junling nodded, "It's been a long time since I got better."

His handsome face was full of sincerity, as if he was not bothered at all by the rumors of the past few days. He even explained to her the origin of this flower viewing festival.

Persian merchants would bring precious flower seeds on this day. It could be said to be an opportunity for all flowers to bloom. If you miss it, you will have to wait until next year.

Song Xiwan had heard of it before, but had never been there.

She had been trapped in the capital for three years. Even though she had such thoughts, the timing was not right.

Song Xiwan recalled an interesting rumor. "I heard that many talented men and beautiful women will go there. If they like each other, they will propose marriage soon."

Song Junling's expression suddenly became strange, and he said in a muffled voice: "Xiwan, you are still young, don't think about these things all day long."

Song Xiwan choked, and then said: "I just asked casually."

"Anyway, big brother won't allow it!"

After this incident, Song Junling felt that Xiwan must be careful when choosing a husband.

Song Xiwan was too lazy to refute, so he asked Qiuzhu to get ready and go out with his brother.

As a result, he ran into Song Lingxi as soon as he went out. He looked so pale and haggard that he could hardly recognize him.

"Big brother."

Song Lingxi was frightened for a moment, then lowered her head and cried out.

Song Junling looked a little uncomfortable. The Pei Lin incident was a big blow to him. This sister whom he had loved since childhood actually plotted against him.

But now it seems that Song Lingxi is not in good condition, and she is holding a lot of Chinese medicine in her hand.

Song Junling subconsciously asked, "Are you sick?"

Song Lingxi's body trembled slightly, and tears quickly filled her eyes. She shook her head and said, "Lingxi is fine. Thank you for your concern, brother. It's just a minor injury."

After she finished speaking, she coughed twice, looking like she was about to faint at any moment.

Song Xiwan saw through her pity trick at a glance. Zhang's residence was several streets away from here, so why did she just happen to pass by here?

And it just so happened that she ran into her eldest brother, so she must have wanted to restore her image in his heart.

Song Junling's expression was hard to describe.

Song Lingxi continued pitifully, "Brother, are you going out for a trip with Sister Xiwan? Lingxi won't bother you any more."

In the past, my brother would definitely not have had the heart to do this.

Even if she did something wrong, her eldest brother would only indulge her unconditionally and let her not worry.

"it is good."

Unexpectedly, Song Junling agreed, turned around and took Song Xi away in the carriage at night.

No hesitation at all.

Song Lingxi stood there in a daze, staring at the gradually disappearing carriage in disbelief, a mouthful of blood stuck in her chest.

He actually left! ?

Big brother now only has that bitch Song Xiwan in his mind!

Song Xiwan hadn't expected her elder brother to be so decisive. "I thought he would feel sorry for Lingxi and send her back to the Zhang Mansion himself."

Song Junling lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "I've been away studying for so long that I didn't even notice how things have changed at home. Lingxi is no longer that innocent little sister."

Scheming against him and wanting to get more, this unintentional expression of greed made him feel unfamiliar.

When did it start to change?

Seeing that his elder brother was in a depressed mood, Song Xiwan did not say anything.

It’s a good thing to recognize it early.

Song Junling was worried about his sister being upset, "Brother never asked you, have you ever been sad because we treated Lingxi well?"

Song Xiwan lowered her eyes, her expression complex.

It was true that she existed in her previous life, but later she discovered that her father, mother and elder brother were no less sad than she was.

"So, are Dad, Mom, and Big Brother sad that they haven't been able to find me?"

"Of course!"

Soong Junling answered in the affirmative.

Those days were extremely gloomy. They had never found anything that could give them even a little hope, and they suffered pain and torture every day.

Fortunately, God had mercy on him and Xiwan was finally found.

"I hope my father, mother and elder brother won't be sad."

Song Xiwan did not give a direct answer to this question.

But these words warmed Song Junling's heart, and he said with certainty: "In the future, as long as my elder brother is here, my father, mother, and you will never be sad."

"it is good."

Song Xiwan obeyed, and the two of them arrived at the flower viewing festival.

As soon as I got off the carriage, I could smell the fragrance of flowers. The crowd was bustling and it was indeed lively.

It was obvious that this was not Song Junling's first time here. He took her into the garden with ease, and a field of beautiful flower buds bloomed before their eyes.

"This variety of violet is more precious..."

"Brother Song, you are finally here. We are waiting for you."

Before Song Junling finished speaking, someone came over to invite him to join them in writing inscriptions for today's flower viewing festival. Most of them were men from outside the family.

Song Xiwan was not in a position to go, so Song Junling wanted to refuse.

"Brother, you go ahead. I'll just enjoy the flowers here by myself."

Song Xiwan knew that his elder brother always liked this kind of event, so he took the initiative to speak.

It's a great place where inspiration comes to mind and you can build your network.

Song Junling hesitated for a while before saying, "Wait for me for a moment. I'll go take a look and come back. If there's anything urgent, send someone to pass on the message."

Song Xiwan agreed to all of them.

As soon as her elder brother left, she walked alone in the garden and saw many precious flowers.

"Pah, a country bumpkin can recognize what kind of flower this is? He's just pretending to be elegant. He looks so shabby."

Suddenly, a sharp insult was heard beside him, and Song Xiwan looked up.

A woman in a cute pink dress was admiring the flowers seriously, not even looking in her direction, and talking non-stop.

"I've never seen such a shameless and despicable person. As our ancestors said, this person needs to be carefully nurtured from childhood like a flower, so that he can grow up to be gorgeous and charming. If you only think about using high-quality fertilizers when he grows up, he will die faster."

Still didn't look at her.

Song Xiwan has never liked to take herself too personally, but there are only the two of them in this place, and no one would believe her if she said she was not making indirect accusations.

A cold look flashed in her eyes, and she muttered to herself unwillingly, "This flower has already lost in terms of variety. No matter how carefully I care for it, it's still just a cheap commodity and will never be presentable. What a pity."