The inky night fills the sky.
The windows are golden and the windows are jade-like, and the garden is filled with fragrant incense. From time to time, cheers and joy can be heard from the carriage.
Song Lingzhi raised his eyes and stared at the pair of black eyes so close to him, as if in a dream.
The carriage was dark and Shen Yan's eyes were cast into the shadows, dim and unclear.
That low and hoarse voice was still ringing in Song Lingzhi's ears.
She had also heard Shen Yan say this before, in Beijing and in Jiangnan.
But what Shen Yan said at that time was that he didn't like Song Lingzhi lying to him.
He was once so at ease, looking down and disdainful. Just a glance was enough to defeat Song Lingzhi.
Song Lingzhi turned his eyes away and looked forward. More fireworks flew across the sky, and mottled shadows fell on Song Lingzhi's face.
There was a long silence in the carriage.
The fingers holding Song Lingzhi's wrist gradually moved down, and as their skin touched, Song Lingzhi slowly lowered his eyes.
After a while, he said, "... Yeah."
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Inside Xianyun Pavilion.
After three or four days of feasting, Madam Song was too weak to bear it any longer. She called a doctor last night and felt better after taking the medicine.
I didn't attend the banquet invited by the housekeeper today. I just sat next to the smoking oven and chatted about family matters.
A gilded enamel foot warmer was placed in the corner, a soft and delicate wolfskin mattress was spread on the floor, and a group of maids stood behind Old Madam Song like swallow wings.
The room was filled with flowers and rustling clothes.
Suddenly, a maid's voice came from outside the courtyard, saying that the girl had arrived.
The gorilla felt curtain was rolled up, revealing Song Lingzhi in a smoky purple robe with wide sleeves and honeysuckle patterns, a snow hat, and a peacock feather cloak on his shoulders.
After entering the house, a maid took the cloak from Song Lingzhi's shoulders and brushed away the snow.
Old Madam Song hurriedly pulled the person into her arms and rubbed him for a while: "It's snowing outside again. You are weak, don't freeze to death. It's right to let them carry the sedan chair."
Song Lingzhi smiled and said, "I don't feel cold, I just miss my grandma."
Old Madam Song was delighted: "I have an old woman, what's there to worry about?"
With a smile on her face, she held Song Lingzhi's beautiful shoulder and said, "I'm afraid you are thinking about the Fu'an Hall matter again?"
The old women in the room laughed. Some said that Old Madam Song had a kind heart like a bodhisattva, while others said that Song Lingzhi was kind-hearted and very much like the old madam.
Although it was flattery, Old Madam Song was happy to hear others praise Song Lingzhi and listened with great interest.
"We are not good at everything. Grandmother has also asked other families about the matter of Fu'an Hall you mentioned these past two days."
Jiangnan is a wealthy country. Not only the Song family, but also several other families send a lot of silver to Fu'an Hall every year.
Madam Song said softly, "It's not a small amount, but the children are still there. If things get out of hand, I'm afraid they'll be desperate and do something cruel to the children."
Song Lingzhi leaned on Old Madam Song's shoulder and said, "This is not difficult. Let's not talk about the falsification of accounts for now. Let's just say that the child didn't know the rules. He bumped into me on New Year's Eve and stole Mr. Qian's purse."
Old Madam Song looked at Song Lingzhi suspiciously, and knocked her forehead with a smile: "You clever girl, what evil idea are you planning again? Tell me, let grandma help you with some advice."
Song Lingzhi covered his forehead and pretended to be aggrieved.
"How could I dare to do anything under my grandmother's watch? I just wanted to make a big fuss about this matter and send two or three maids from our house to Fu'an Hall. They would teach the children the rules on the surface, but secretly..."