Chapter 91 Smiling Fox
After Tao Wenyuan left, Han Qingyan sat at the desk and looked at the bouquet of colorful wild flowers, unable to hide the smile on the corner of his lips.
Suddenly a chill came over him and Han Qingyan shuddered.
When I looked up, I saw Xiao Jingheng striding in with a gloomy face.
He stood up quickly and asked suspiciously, "Who made you unhappy, Your Majesty?"
Xiao Jingheng's eyes fell on the bouquet of wild flowers on the table. The flowers he had picked with great effort last night ended up being given to Han Qingyan.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
He lifted his robe and sat down on the chair and said, "At the morning court today, Lord Han still looked half dead. How come he is alive again now?"
Han Qingyan touched his nose awkwardly and said, "I'm sorry to make you laugh."
Xiao Jingheng snorted and asked him, "What did Tao Wenyuan say to you that made you so happy?"
"She left our fate to God, but I don't believe in destiny, I only believe in human intervention."
Han Qingyan smiled slightly, reached out and touched the bunch of wild flowers on the table and said, "Your Highness, you picked these flowers yourself last night, right?"
Xiao Jingheng raised his eyebrows and looked up at him: "Why do you think so?"
Han Qingyan pointed at his shoes and said, “There is some red dirt on your shoes.
As far as I know, this kind of mud can only be found on Qinglongpo, 20 miles away from the capital.
Coincidentally, wild flowers bloom all year round in Qinglongpo, and only there can such flowers be picked.
These flowers look so fresh, they must have been picked not long ago.
Moreover, the prince looks tired, he must have not rested all night."
He clicked his tongue twice and shook his head, saying, "A girl who can make the prince take the trouble to personally pick flowers for her must be an extraordinary person."
Xiao Jingheng looked down at his shoes and found that they were indeed stained with some mud. After he came back, he only changed his clothes but not his shoes.
I didn't expect that Han Qingyan could guess his whereabouts from this small piece of mud. He is worthy of being the best expert in solving cases in the capital.
He snorted and said, "Didn't Master Tao give you this flower?"
Han Qingyan said: "It is true that A Yuan gave it to me, but she said that she was offering flowers to Buddha. This flower was given to her by Miss Song from the Cheng En Marquis's Mansion.
No wonder the prince looked so gloomy and frightening when he first came in.
It turns out that the girl didn’t appreciate my kindness.”
Xiao Jingheng frowned and glanced at him coldly: "If you don't want your tongue, I can cut it off for you."
He was already very depressed, and Han Qingyan wanted to hurt his heart.
"That won't do. I'm about to get married."
There was a faint smile in Han Qingyan's eyes, and he couldn't hide his joy between his brows.
Xiao Jingheng was a little surprised. He and Han Qingyan had known each other for a long time. At that time, he had not yet entered the officialdom and was just a poor scholar.
At that time, both his parents had died, and his black-hearted uncle wanted to sell him into slavery, but he saved him.
Later, Han Qingyan became the top scorer in the imperial examination and entered the Dali Temple. He and Qin Muyan were his right-hand men.
Therefore, he knew everything about Han Qingyan and Tao Wenyuan.
He asked, "Did she agree to marry you?"
"Not yet, but my marriage is closely related to you, Your Highness Prince Ling."
Han Qingyan told Xiao Jingheng about Tao Wenyuan's decision, and he said, "Miss Song wants to divorce her husband, I believe the prince supports it, right?
With the support of the prince, there is hope for my marriage with A Yuan."
Xiao Jingheng: “…”
The more he looked at Han Qingyan, the more he felt that he was like a smiling fox.
"But you see, she is angry with me now. She even ruthlessly gave the flowers I sent her to someone else."
Xiao Jingheng deliberately said: “Since she looks down on me, why should I help her?”
Han Qingyan gathered his sleeves and bowed deeply to him, saying, "I am a humble official, but I am willing to lend a helping hand to Your Majesty."
He finally understood that if he wanted to marry A Yuan, he had to help Xiao Jingheng to coax Song Shiwei first.
He asked curiously, "How did the prince offend Miss Song?"
Xiao Jingheng sighed and told him all the bad things he had done.
……
Cheng Enbo Mansion.
After lunch, Song Shiwei went to see Jingniang. She looked around and asked, "Where's Shengge'er?"
Jingniang poured her a cup of tea and said, "The master has taken him to the study, saying that he wants to personally teach Sheng-ge'er how to read and write."
Song Shiwei asked, "I heard that he stayed at your place last night?"
When Jingniang mentioned this, her face darkened and a hint of disgust flashed across her eyes.
She nodded and said, “I thought he would be concerned that Zhou wouldn’t come to my place.
I didn't expect that he would be so impatient when Zhou just fell ill. I guess there is not much affection between them as a couple."
Song Shiwei lowered her voice and said, "Then do you know that Zhou was not ill, but was poisoned?"
Jingniang was shocked when she heard this. She stared at Song Shiwei with wide eyes: "You mean..."
Song Shiwei nodded: "This is why I am helping you.
Zhou knew too many of my father's secrets, which was why he didn't dare to indulge in extravagant activities despite having such a huge fortune.
My father left you and Sheng'er here. With Zhou's temper, how could she give up? The more trouble she makes, the worse her fate will be.
Just as I guessed, my father didn't want to be coerced by Zhou anymore so he took action.
It's just that he did it very secretly so as not to arouse suspicion.
I think my mother died of this kind of "illness" back then. If you want to bring down my father, Zhou is the key.
Do you think if she knew she was poisoned, would she fight to the death with my father?"
Jingniang suddenly realized that this was what Song Shiwei was planning.
She was full of admiration and asked, "Then when should we wait to take action?"
"First of all, we need to find a way to remind Zhou, but it can't be too obvious."
Song Shiwei said: "Given my father's caution, the poison he used must be a chronic poison, but they have been married for many years, so there is no guarantee that he will not be soft-hearted.
So as long as my father can't bear to part with you, he will be more determined to kill Zhou. "
"I understand."
Jingniang nodded firmly. Only by capturing Song Moting's heart and making him obsessed with her could Zhou die faster.
She looked at Song Shiwei and asked worriedly, "I heard that your husband and the second young lady are hooking up together. Are you really okay?"
Song Shiwei shrugged: "He's just a bastard. If my sister likes him, I'll give him to her."
Jingniang chuckled, she really liked Song Shiwei.
She is clear-headed and wise and knows what she wants and what she should do.
She is like a chess player, planning and winning from thousands of miles away.
Jingniang picked up the teacup in front of her, toasted her and said, "Then I wish you a speedy divorce."
Song Shiwei clinked her glass and said, "It's not a divorce, it's a divorce. I want to be the first woman in Nanli's history to divorce her husband."
Jingniang's eyes lit up, and she didn't think Song Shiwei's words of divorcing her husband were absurd at all.
She smiled and said, "Then I wish you all the best and a bright future."
Song Shiwei likes this sentence. She got what she wanted and has a bright future.
She certainly will.
The two drank the tea in their hands, and then they saw a little maid running over and said, "Madam Jing, it's bad, the young master is in trouble."