"Auntie, Bai is dead."

Su Wanqing drove the carriage, and Su Qu sat next to her.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there was only one lonely lantern in the dark night.

"Seeing that you're not sad, I guess you already know who your biological mother is."

Su Qu was smart and smart. When he was raised by the old lady in his early years, he was also an expert in accounting and housekeeping. Later, he ran a food store and his business was prosperous.

She has seen many people and seen many minds.

Su Wanqing was not surprised at all. Now walking on the busiest Zhuque Street in Yunchuan City, he could still hear people missing the food shop that Su Qu opened at that time.

"There is a sachet embroidered with her name among the relics, and her name has the word "ruo" in it."

Su Wanqing had never met her, and Wu Tuyue had never taught her what filial piety was.

I just felt in my heart that the Bai family had taken away my originally stable childhood.

Su Qu leaned against the door frame of the carriage and looked up at the bright stars in Yunchuan City. "I have met her before. She is a very talented poet. Who is the best writer of Qijue now?"

Su Wanqing threw out a man's name without thinking. Yuan Li had been teaching her calligraphy and reading these days.

Su Qu sneered, "Fifteen years ago, the best Qijue in my court was Qinghe Du Ruo. I mocked her for being a woman and pretending to be a man to compose poems. She wanted fame but not integrity. It turned out that I was wrong."

Du Ruo, it turns out that the birth mother’s name is like this.

Su Wanqing asked curiously: "But what about Du Ruo who wrote 'smiling with cold eyes'? I really like her Qi Jue. Later generations said she was a boy, so that's what happened."

"Smiling with Cold Eyes" is a satirical poem written by Du Ruo. The allusions are natural and the dialogues are neat. He was hailed as a cold-faced scholar in the poetry circle and became famous.

"Yes, it's her."

Su Qu held the wooden hairpin pulled out of her head with her fingers, "Later, she said that she was a woman, and was accused of plagiarism and hired a ghostwriter. Her reputation fell into disarray and she was gradually not mentioned by anyone."

"If she doesn't agree with you in her heart, she won't admit her true identity. Those people who don't write as well as her will naturally want to slander her and wish she would fall into the dust."

Su Wanqing understood these things very clearly.

"It doesn't matter if Bai is dead, if one more dies, it will stop."

Su Qu was so frank that Su Wanqing felt a little embarrassed.

The two returned to Shuntianhou Mansion and entered through the corner gate.

Xisu was obviously waiting for Su Wanqing, while Yuan Li leisurely held his hands and leaned on the courtyard pillar.

"There is lotus root and pork ribs soup simmered over low heat in the small kitchen. I will bring it to you."

When Xisu saw Su Qu, his eyes were stunned.

"The princess is well."

Saying this is a salute.

Su Qu supported her and stopped her from bending her knees, "After tonight, I will no longer be a princess. When I was at home, you would call me whatever you wanted."

"Qu Jun'an."

Xisu changed his name.

Su Wanqing took Xisu's hand and said, "Auntie, I'll stay in my courtyard tonight. Will we go to your original residence tomorrow?"

It's too late, and the servants and maids can't be mobilized.

"Alright."

Su Wanqing asked Yuan to leave to get hot water. After Su Qu washed up, he rested on Su Wanqing's bed.

Xisu is a first-class maid, and the Ming Yuan is equipped with two first-class maids in one room, and Yuan Li is the second one.

Su Wanqing was holding a bowl of hot pork rib soup, chewing the sweet lotus root with satisfaction.

The meaty aroma of the pork ribs is stewed in the lotus root, which is rich and mellow. The soup is clear, neither oily nor turbid. You can chew out the whole meat with just one sip.

"Someone has already sent the news to Mr. Hou. I hope there will be no mistakes on the black network."

Compared to Su Wanqing and Yuan Li who were heartless, Xisu was obviously worried and thinking about the future.

"I have to hide you quickly. Yuanli's deed of betrayal is in my hand. I've asked the housekeeper to take out your deed of betrayal and cancel it."

Su Wanqing was not sure how Shuntian Hou would react.

If he had a share of the Three Treasures Basin, Su Wanqing would protect Xisu first no matter what, lest Shuntian Hou use Xisu as a scapegoat.

Xisu brought a plate of warm pastries to Su Wanqing, with a look of indifference on his cold face.

"Where the lady is, I will be there, and I have to hide as close to the lady as possible."

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