Ling Qingwan was a naturally lively person who didn't like to stick to conventions. She didn't think there was anything wrong with the three people who came to the wedding.
The most important thing is to look at my aunt's side.
So, the little girls ran to the backyard.
"My aunt is so kind and gentle!"
"Shu Ying wishes my aunt a long life, good health, and good luck!"
As soon as they saw their aunt, An Yi and Zhang Shuying rushed towards her and stuck to her like they were having fun.
My aunt was so amused that she laughed out loud.
"Who is this?"
"My little girl, Gu Zhi, greets her aunt."
An Yi and Zhang Shuying had just given their names, and Gu Zhi stood aside, unable to get a word in.
"You are Xiao'er's fiancée, right?" When the aunt saw Gu Zhi, she was immediately overjoyed.
After saying that, she called Gu Zhi over.
"The little girl is so pretty. Xiao'er has been on the battlefield since he was young. It's his fortune to marry a little girl!"
My aunt was very satisfied with Gu Zhi.
"Aunt, you see Zhier is such a good person, why don't you let him be Wanwan's wedding partner?" An Yi raised her head and asked her aunt with a smile.
"Great! Why not?" Aunt answered without hesitation.
"So what do you think of Shu Ying and I?" An Yi asked again.
Ling Qingwan could now see what was in An Yi's little head.
"Okay, you all are fine." Auntie responded gently.
"Then can Shuying and I also be the wedding presenters?" An Yi slowed down her tone and acted coquettishly towards her aunt.
"Three people coming to the wedding?" My aunt was shocked.
In her entire life, this was the first time she had encountered a wedding that required three bridesmaids.
"I have a good relationship with all three of them, and they all want to be the wedding presenter. I don't know how to choose, so I'd like to trouble you to make the decision." Ling Qingwan explained softly.
My aunt was stunned.
Several little girls began to praise their aunt and persuade her to agree.
"Okay, okay, three is fine. You three can come together to send Wanwan off to get married." After all, the aunt couldn't persuade many people and agreed.
An Yi and Zhang Shuying were so happy that they became even closer to their aunt.
Two days later, Ling Qingwan received a letter inviting her to a teahouse.
Ling Qingwan thought about it for a long time, thought about it again and again, and finally went.
It’s not that she was afraid, but the person she was going to meet, she didn’t want to have too much interaction with him.
Going up to the second floor, the waiter led Ling Qingwan to the door of a private room.
"Wan... Miss Ling."
Song Zhiqing has been waiting here for a long time.
Seeing Ling Qingwan coming, Song Zhiqing stood up hastily.
Ling Qingwan frowned.
She didn't know what Song Zhiqing meant.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is greeted by your humble servant." Ling Qingwan bowed and saluted Song Zhiqing without being humble or arrogant.
The smile on Song Zhiqing's face froze.
How could he not know that Ling Qingwan was deliberately keeping a distance from him.
"Please sit down." Song Zhiqing said to Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan nodded and sat opposite Song Zhiqing.
She looked at Song Zhiqing, at this face that was so familiar to her, and suddenly realized that she could no longer remember how she felt about Song Zhiqing in her previous life.
Even now, when she looked at Song Zhiqing, her mood was as dull as white water.
"The mystery of your life has been revealed, and Ling Chuchu has received the punishment she deserves. I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet." Song Zhiqing said as he personally poured a cup of tea for Ling Qingwan.
"It's not a big deal. There's no need for Your Highness to specially invite me to the teahouse to congratulate you." Ling Qingwan replied politely.
"I didn't come to you this time for this matter." Song Zhiqing lowered his eyes, a trace of loss in his eyes.
"What's that for?" Ling Qingwan asked.
"I heard that your wedding with the Seventh Prince is not far away." Song Zhiqing looked at Ling Qingwan cautiously, as if expecting her reply.
Ling Qingwan didn't understand what Song Zhiqing was expecting.
"Yes," she said.
"Have you decided yet?"
For some reason, Ling Qingwan actually saw a hint of nervousness in Song Zhiqing's expression.
Ling Qingwan couldn't quite understand Song Zhiqing.
"The marriage between the Seventh Prince and I was granted by the Emperor. The wedding date was also calculated by the Imperial Observatory. I have no say in it. Whatever the palace says, it will be that day."
"I mean, have you decided to marry the Seventh Prince?" Song Zhiqing stared at Ling Qingwan.
Ling Qingwan's brows, which had just relaxed, frowned again.
"The Seventh Prince and I are in love with each other. It is my honor to marry him. How could I not have made up my mind?"
Hearing this, Song Zhiqing was obviously a little disappointed.
Thinking back to when Song Zhiqing had briefly pursued her when she first returned to the capital, Ling Qingwan felt a little uncomfortable and even a little disgusted.
He treated her like that in his previous life, and he pretended to be nice in this life. Song Zhiqing, oh Song Zhiqing, when will you stop being so hypocritical
Although Ling Qingwan no longer cares about Song Zhiqing, it does not mean that she can forgive what Song Zhiqing did before.
"It has been some time since Your Highness married the princess of Northern Zhou, right?" Ling Qingwan tilted her head and asked Song Zhiqing.
Song Zhiqing seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.
"Since you are already a married man, Your Highness please focus your attention on Princess Shangchu, take good care of her, and don't let her down again." Ling Qingwan said earnestly.
This was the only time she kindly advised Song Zhiqing.
Of course, Ling Qingwan did this not for him, but for Shang Chu.
"Again?" Song Zhiqing felt strange.
"That's exactly what I meant. Your Highness, there's no need to pick on my words." Ling Qingwan smiled slightly.
She almost let it slip.
Song Zhiqing, however, looked at Ling Qingwan with a meaningful expression.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Ling Qingwan stood up. "Your Highness, please remember what I said today and keep your distance from me."
Then, Ling Qingwan turned around and left.
Song Zhiqing looked at Ling Qingwan's back, and the words Ling Qingwan had just said kept appearing in his mind.
Why did she say something like "Don't let Shang Chu down again".
Could it be...
On the way home, Ling Qingwan passed by a pastry shop and bought some pine nut cakes. As soon as she arrived at the Ling Mansion, she went straight to Ling Shen's residence.
As soon as she reached the gate of the yard, she heard a noise.
"Wanwan's marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime event, but he doesn't even care! I want to ask him how he can be a father!"
"Madam, please don't be angry. It's not worth it to get sick because of the master!" Nanny Park comforted.
The door was ajar, so Ling Qingwan simply pushed it open and walked in.
“Wanwan!”
Ling Shen didn't expect Ling Qingwan to come, and quickly hinted to Nanny Park to put away the letters on the table.
"I heard everything you said just now." Ling Qingwan said softly.
In this case, it was useless for Madam Park to pick up the letter. She hesitated for a moment, then put the letter down again.
Ling Qingwan took the letter and read it.
It turned out that Ling Shen had written to Weizhou, hoping to invite Ling Feng back to attend Ling Qingwan's wedding, but Ling Feng refused.
"Wan Wan, don't think too much..."
"How can I not know what kind of person my father is?"