It's late at night.
The desk was piled high with reading materials, like a small mountain, completely blocking Ling Qingwan's body.
The surroundings were quiet, Qiao'er's footsteps were very light, but her voice was still clear. She walked to Ling Qingwan's side.
"Miss, you have been reading for several days. You should take a rest." Qiao'er poured tea, and the room was immediately filled with the fragrance of tea.
Ling Qingwan took a light sip, rubbed her temples, leaned back in her chair, and took a nap with her eyes slightly closed.
Glancing at the bedding on the couch, Qiao'er sighed softly.
"Do you have any more of the tranquilizing incense?" Ling Qingwan thought of the tranquilizing incense Wei Xun had sent her last time. It was effective in relieving the body and mind. Maybe using it would help her feel a little more relaxed.
There are still two years left, we can always find a way.
But two years just passed in the blink of an eye.
Qiao'er hurriedly brought the calming incense from the side room and lit it for Ling Qingwan. White smoke rose, and the room was filled with a faint sandalwood scent. Mixed with the scent of tea, it was very refreshing.
The days passed peacefully, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since Wei Xun left. During these days, Ling Qingwan did nothing else except reading books and looking for information to cure the poison in Wei Xun's body.
"Miss!"
Qiao'er walked in a hurry, and before she entered the room, her voice reached Ling Qingwan's ears.
"What's wrong?" Ling Qingwan chuckled.
As she spoke, she turned another page of the book.
"The letter from the Eastern Palace asked me to make sure it is delivered to you." Qiao'er stretched out her hand, grabbed an envelope, and handed it to Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan was stunned.
It had been a long time since she heard anything from Song Zhiqing, so Ling Qingwan was a little surprised when Song Zhiqing sent her a letter. She thought for a moment and took it.
Although she didn't like Song Zhiqing, Song Zhiqing and Ling Chuchu were still engaged. If it was news about Ling Chuchu, it would be worth Ling Qingwan's reading.
As long as Ling Qingwan insisted on avoiding her, she and Song Zhiqing would rarely have any contact. But Ling Chuchu couldn't. As long as Ling Qingwan returned to the Marquis' Mansion, she was destined to have a close relationship with Ling Chuchu.
It turned out to be an invitation letter. Ling Qingwan crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.
"Then does the lady want to meet the prince?" Qiao'er asked curiously.
"See, why not?" Ling Qingwan's expression darkened, and a deep meaning flashed in her eyes.
In his previous life, Song Zhiqing was attracted by her status as the eldest daughter of the Marquis's family and coaxed her into the family, but secretly had a close relationship with Ling Chuchu. As soon as the emperor agreed, he immediately married Ling Chuchu. In this life, Song Zhiqing's attitude towards Ling Chuchu was obviously much colder.
Song Zhiqing and Ling Chuchu grew up in the same capital and knew each other since childhood. They had already developed a secret crush on each other before she returned to Beijing. Logically speaking, her rebirth should not affect the relationship between Song Zhiqing and Ling Chuchu.
In other words, some things have changed in some way.
Whenever she thought of this, Ling Qingwan felt extremely panicked. The reason why she had the ability to plan and strategize in this life was because she had lived through a lifetime. She knew better than anyone what the people around her were thinking and what they were going to do next.
But if the situation changes completely, then wouldn't I...
Zuixiaolou.
It’s still a box on the second floor, next to the window.
When Ling Qingwan came in, Song Zhiqing had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Ling Qingwan, Song Zhiqing stood up suddenly, his movements a little awkward.
The sun shone on Song Zhiqing, and Ling Qingwan's eyes vaguely flashed Wei Xun's figure. She and Wei Xun had eaten together twice at Zuixiaolou, and both times Wei Xun sat by the window.
"I thought you wouldn't come." Song Zhiqing chuckled, his eyebrows curved.
He was born as gentle as jade, and in the previous life, Ling Qingwan was fascinated by the elegant smell of him. It was like a painting engraved on paper. With just a touch, a landscape painting would appear on the paper.
If it was Ling Qingwan from the previous life, she would definitely not be able to stand him in this state.
In fact, Song Zhiqing was not bad looking. In her previous life, she had never met the stunning Wei Xun. Ling Qingwan only had Song Zhiqing in her heart and eyes, and she wanted to praise him to the sky. So much so that the moon on the tip of her heart was shattered to the ground, but Ling Qingwan still refused to recognize him. She was unwilling to accept it until her death.
Recovering her thoughts, Ling Qingwan walked to the seat opposite Song Zhiqing and sat down.
"His Highness said in the letter that he had something to discuss with me." She nodded slightly and said to Song Zhiqing.
The implication is that if you have something to say, just talk about it.
Ling Qingwan didn't like Song Zhiqing in the first place, and it was already very rare for her to be invited to come here. She was too lazy to deal with Song Zhiqing any more. Instead of wasting time, Ling Qingwan might as well go to the library and find a few more medical books to read.
"Do you really like the Seventh Prince?" The words went around in his throat a hundred times before Song Zhiqing spoke them out in one go.
He also didn't know why the person who used to be able to beckon with just a wave of his hand and who only had him in her heart and eyes, was now in such a mess. Even though Ling Qingwan was sitting in front of him, there seemed to be a huge gap between the two of them.
Ling Qingwan treated him colder than anyone else.
"Your Highness, in what capacity do you ask me this question?" Ling Qingwan frowned slightly.
She never thought that the first thing Song Zhiqing wanted to say when he called her over was this. She was a little confused about Song Zhiqing. But Ling Qingwan always had clear boundaries, especially with people she already disliked. Every time Song Zhiqing got closer to her, she hated him even more.
Song Zhiqing was obviously stunned.
"Your engagement with my sister has not been cancelled. Your Highness, don't you think it's too abrupt to ask me this?"
Song Zhiqing forgot, so Ling Qingwan reminded him again.
"The border is different from the capital. You have never been there, so you can't imagine what's going on there. Not to mention that two years is too long, who knows what will happen in the meantime. The Seventh Prince has been pampered since he was a child, and he is delicate and precious. Even if he has led troops before, he has never been away for one or two years without coming back. I'm afraid he can't stand it."
An anxious look appeared on Song Zhiqing's face, fearing that Ling Qingwan would not listen to his advice. He acted like an experienced person and lectured Ling Qingwan earnestly.
Ling Qingwan's brows furrowed even deeper, into a frown.
"Your Highness, what exactly do you mean by this?"
She didn't understand why a person who had never liked her from the past life to the present would interfere in her affairs again and again. What did the relationship between her and Wei Xun have to do with Song Zhiqing
All I can say is that Song Zhiqing is still as confident as ever, and this has never changed.
"The Seventh Prince will not live to see the day he returns."
After pondering for a moment, Song Zhiqing held the teacup tightly in his hand and uttered something in a muffled voice.
Ling Qingwan was shocked, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she stared straight into Song Zhiqing's gaze.
"I don't know how to explain it to you, but what I said is true." Thinking that Ling Qingwan didn't believe him, Song Zhiqing continued. "I just don't want you to waste two years on something that will not work. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you in Luo'an City."