After the violent wolf lord was reborn, he became sickly!

It was another afternoon, the spring weather was bright and sunny, and there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.

Runiang came out of the house, rolling up her sleeves and hurried to open the door.

"Runiang, you go and do your work. I'll go."

Xiao Linglang stood up from the chair and raised her hand to let Runiang go back to the ear room to rest.

After Xing Qiu appeared that night, he never appeared again.

But her words made her uneasy.

Brother Chang Hui left for a longer time this time and there has been no news from him yet.

"No, this is against the rules. How can a servant go to rest and let the master do the work? The madam is still in health." Runiang made a choice and came over from the ear room to support Xiao Linglang first.

Xiao Linglang smiled softly, suppressing her restlessness. "Runiang has been busy all morning, it's time for her to take a break. This room is all run by herself. I'm not too sick now, so I can still help a little. In the future, if you want me to help, I won't be able to do it."

Runiang just thought it was the right thing to do. After several attempts to persuade her, she couldn't change her mind and still supported her to go to the main gate together.

The moment the door opened, the servant's enthusiastic face froze and he glanced back at his master behind him with some embarrassment.

Still wearing the purple robe and jade belt, Song Jue's eyes showed surprise. He didn't expect that Miss Xiao would show up today, and he took his hand away from his waist.

He put on a smile in time and took a step forward, "Song Qi greets my sister-in-law."

Xiao Linglang tightened her hands slightly under her sleeves and took a deep breath. Song was the royal family's surname, and this person had extraordinary taste in clothes. They wore the finest Shu brocade with patterns made of gold thread.

She bowed respectfully and said, "I greet you, sir."

Song Jue waved the fan in his hand, looked at the person who bowed his head, and said kindly, "Sister-in-law, you don't have to be polite. Song is just here to bring some snacks on behalf of Brother Chang."

He took two steps forward.

Xiao Linglang's eyelashes flickered, her pupils dilated, and her fingernails dug deeply into her palms.

The jade belt she recognized was one of her father's collections. It was a jade-framed, precious-beaded, pearl belt that belonged to a great calligrapher in the previous dynasty. It was inlaid with jewels and was very beautiful. She had asked her father for it when she was young, but her father loved it very much and was afraid that she would damage it, so he coaxed her and said he would give it to her when she grew up and got married. Her father always kept his promises, so how could he give it to someone else?

"Sister-in-law?"

Xiao Linglang came back to her senses, concealed her gaffe, raised her head and smiled apologetically, "Thank you, Sir Song. I am sorry to bother you, Sir Song."

Song Jue waved his hand, "Sister-in-law is so polite. Song and Brother Chang hit it off right away. These little things are not worth mentioning."

He bowed to Xiao Linglang, his gestures polite and courteous, showing his nobleness, "Song has other things to do, so I won't bother you anymore, my sister-in-law. Goodbye."

Xiao Linglang nodded and bowed. After watching him get into the carriage, her face immediately turned cold and she turned around to let Runiang go into the room and close the door.

Returning to the main room, she waved her hand to ask Runiang to leave. Looking at the bags of chestnut cakes on the long table now, she only felt disgusted.

She lifted the curtain and saw Xing Qiu lying on her bed. Xiao Linglang was stunned for a moment and took a few quick steps forward.

"Do you know him?"

Xing Qiu was biting into a dried vegetable bun he got from the kitchen. Upon hearing this, he raised his eyelids and looked at Xiao Linglang with amusement.

"Who is Miss Xiao talking about?"

"Song Qi."

Xing Qiu shrugged.

Xiao Linglang frowned and clenched her fists.

"I know the one who came to my house."

"who!"

Xiao Linglang took a step forward, bent slightly, and faced Xing Qiu.

Xing Qiu didn't blink, and after a moment, he distanced himself from Yang, "Do you still believe what I said the other day, saying that I was a liar?"

She said, “Aren’t you stupid?”

Xiao Linglang bit her lip and puffed up her cheeks. "Why do you say that to me? If you were me, I might not be able to react. And you also tried so hard to induce me to think about other things. You are just afraid that something might go wrong with the transaction."

Xing Qiu jumped up from the bed.

Xiao Linglang held her waist and stood straight, following closely behind her, asking anxiously, "So who is he? I can only guess that he is related to the royal family."

Xing Qiu calmly finished the bun in just a few bites, then took the teapot and gulped down half of it before slowly giving Xiao Linglang a look.

"The second prince Song Jue, whose adoptive mother is the mother of Princess Guangning, has done many absurd things in the capital."

The second prince, the royal family...

Dad’s death, the Xiao family’s affairs… Xiao Linglang frowned slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes.

"Have you seen my mother? How is my mother now?"

"No, I just wanted to find out what's wrong with him and investigate Chang Hui."

Xing Qiu stood opposite Xiao Linglang, gesturing with his hands, a little puzzled, "You should be five months pregnant, but you don't look like a five-month pregnant woman."

Xiao Linglang silently lowered her eyes to hide the disappointment in them, put her hands in front of her body, and used her wide sleeves to block Xing Qiu's wanton gaze.

"The doctor said it was because of my weak body."

Xing Qiu shut his mouth.

The air was stagnant for a long time.

Xiao Linglang looked at Xing Qiu. Her father was murdered last year, but the collection in his warehouse appeared in Kyoto and was in the possession of the second prince.

"Can you take me out to have a look? We won't alert the enemy."

Brother Chang Pei...

She lowered her eyes. She and Chang Hui grew up together. How could it be possible that Chang Hui was her brother?

Xing Qiu nodded in agreement. Her original intention was to make Chang Hui unhappy and ruin the deal, but she was pregnant and she couldn't do it.

……

In the carriage, Song Jue tapped the fan. After visiting Miss Xiao for so many days in a row, he was finally able to get her to go out.

It's really not easy to approach her.

When he returned home, he looked at the third brother in the yard, his smile paused slightly, and he turned and left.

"Second brother, you came to my place to pick things again."

The third prince shouted at the top of his voice.

"I'm not... thinking yours looks good, I'll put it back to you tonight." Song Jue pinched his nose, feeling a little guilty. The things he had were a little shabby, while the third brother had a lot of fancy stuff, so he wanted to go and take a look at his things.

The third prince walked up to him and let out a long breath. It was good that his brother did not compete with him for the throne, but he could not hold him back either.

He waved his hand, his brows furrowed with worry, "Let's put this aside for now. The border war is tense right now. I don't know what happened to Mobei this time. It has swallowed up 19 cities in Qing and Yong continents. My father wants to send me to negotiate peace. Second brother, you come with me."

Song Jue rolled his eyes in his heart and let him talk. If he succeeded, the credit would be his. If he failed...

Song Jue laughed in his heart.

"I don't know anything. If I go there, I'll cause trouble and also cause you trouble."

"Just have my second brother accompany me," said the third prince.

Song Jue clenched his fists in his heart. He wouldn't get any benefit if he went to the border, but he could still get some benefits in Beijing.

After thinking about it, he nodded solemnly, "Whenever you leave, I'll be ready."

"This is a matter of national crisis, so the sooner the better. We will set off in three days."

"Row."

The second prince clapped his hands, saying that there was still plenty of time for him to do something.

He unbuckled his belt and said, "Just in time for you to come over, I won't send you over."

The Third Prince fanned his hands in disdain, smelling of rouge and powder. He waved his hand and said, "I'll give it to you."

Song Jue didn't find it annoying. He rubbed his head, shook his head, and happily accepted it.