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Chapter 219: Something Happened to the Disinherited Crown Prince
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
It wasn’t just Shen Yijia, even Madam Li was speechless. No one expected An Xiu’er to be so bold. However, now that the government had already registered her name, there was no point in thinking about it. Madam Li could only comfort Auntie Tian. “Don’t be anxious. There are so many beautiful women. She might not be chosen. She might be eliminated.”
Actually, Madam Li also knew that with An Xiu’er’s looks, the possibility of this happening was very low unless she made a mistake. However, which woman could make a mistake and come out alive? She understood, but she did not dare to say it out loud.
Auntie Tian did not understand the complexity of the situation. She seemed to think that it made sense. How could a country girl compare to those n.o.ble ladies? Auntie Tian made up her mind to marry An Xiu’er off as soon as she came back, regardless of whether Xiu’er had someone in her heart.
Otherwise, she was really afraid that An Xiu’er would cause trouble.
Auntie Tian finally calmed down after thinking it through. Otherwise, Shen Yijia would have been worried that she would faint from crying.
!!Because An Xiu’er had entered the capital, everyone in Xiagou Village had a new topic to talk about. Regardless of what they secretly thought, the people in Xiagou Village were at least harmonious on the surface. They congratulated the other members of the An family.
Shen Yijia had nothing to do, so she pushed Song Jingchen to the flower field to take a stroll. Even though they weren’t expensive flowers, they were still beautiful.
When the two of them arrived, they saw the women in the village cutting off the flowers that had just bloomed and sending them to the workshop.
Shen Yijia saw Shen Dali sitting on the ridge of the field at a glance. The person who used to come over and call her grandaunt was unusually quiet today.
Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows and pushed Song Jingchen over. Only then did she realize that there was an empty wine jar by his feet. “What happened? Did your wife run away with someone? Why do you look like this?”
Shen Dali looked up at her and hiccuped. He nodded miserably. “More or less.”
Shen Yijia was stunned. She had just said it in jest. She did not expect her guess to be right. Shen Dali’s miserable appearance made sense.
“Wait, where did this big guy get a wife? Why didn’t I know about it?” she thought.
Just as she was about to ask, Song Jingchen suddenly tugged at her sleeve and mouthed three words. Shen Yijia came to a realization and clicked her tongue at Shen Dali.
“Shen Dali.” At this moment, a clear voice sounded from behind them. When the woman saw Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen, the girl was stunned for a moment. She blushed and called out, “Brother Song, Sister Shen.”
Shen Yijia blinked. She remembered this girl. She was the village chief’s daughter, Song Zhaozhao. In the past, she had always thought that this girl was arrogant. Now, she felt different.
“Why are you here again?” Shen Dali said angrily.
“Why can’t I come? Hmph, don’t forget what you did to me previously.” Song Zhaozhao retorted bluntly.
“Wow, they’re so confrontational. What exactly is going on?” Shen Yijia thought. She looked at Shen Dali with a gossipy expression, her eyes sparkling.
Song Jingchen held his forehead. He was helpless against her lack of judgment. He turned to look at Shen Dali.
Shen Dali’s face turned red from the three of them looking at him. He straightened his neck and said, “Don’t listen to this woman’s nonsense. I saw that she had sprained her ankle and there was no one around, so I carried her home. I didn’t do anything to her.”
“So many people saw you carrying me, yet you still say that you didn’t do anything to me?” Song Zhaozhao exploded with anger. After saying that, she looked at Shen Yijia and as if she wanted Shen Yijia to be the judge.
Shen Yijia dropped her gleeful expression and nodded. “Dali is indeed in the wrong.”
“Grandaunt, you…” Shen Dali felt wronged.
“Dali, as a man, you have to take responsibility for your actions,” Shen Yijia lectured with a straight face. Song Zhaozhao nodded repeatedly.
Shen Yijia sighed in her heart. Indeed, she couldn’t stay at home for too long, or she wouldn’t catch wind of what was going on in the village.
The two of them walked around before returning home. Just as they reached home, they saw a green carriage parked at the door. Seeing the person getting out of the carriage, Shen Yijia asked in surprise, “Shopkeeper w.a.n.g, why are you here?”
It was the shopkeeper of Full Fortune Restaurant. Shen Yijia had not seen this person for a long time.
Shopkeeper w.a.n.g wiped his sweat with his sleeve and smiled. “I heard from Young Master Song that he has some precious tea today, so I came to chat.”
After saying that, he stole a glance at Song Jingchen, whose eyes darkened.
Shen Yijia tilted her head. Why didn’t she hear about this premium tea? However, she couldn’t rule out the possibility that Song Jingchen had asked Rooster and the others to buy it. After all, those people had always been elusive and often came to visit in the middle of the night.
After inviting Shopkeeper w.a.n.g into the courtyard, Shen Yijia wanted to bring him to the central room, but Song Jingchen said, “Let’s go to my study.”
Shen Yijia could only bring him into the study.
Song Jingchen narrowed his eyes at Shopkeeper w.a.n.g and suddenly said, “Jiajia, it’s boring for you to stay here. Help me see if Brother Hao and the others are slacking off.”
Shen Yijia was stunned. She glanced at the two of them and wondered when they had become so familiar with each other. She nodded and left, not forgetting to help close the door.
Before Song Jingchen could ask, Shopkeeper w.a.n.g hurriedly said, “Eldest Young Master, the Crown Prince… something happened to Lord An Le.”
If not for the fact that the matter was urgent and could not be delayed, he would not have come looking for Song Jingchen so casually.
Song Jingchen tightened his grip on the armrest of the wheelchair and frowned. “What happened?”
“Why didn’t Uncle Yang send a message?” he thought.
There was a moment of silence.
Shopkeeper w.a.n.g stayed for an hour before leaving. Seeing that it was time for dinner, Shen Yijia wanted to ask him to stay for dinner. Shopkeeper w.a.n.g excused himself and left in a hurry.
During the meal, Song Jingchen was also distracted. Shen Yijia felt that something was wrong, but she couldn’t tell what it was.
They went back to their room after dinner, and laid in bed silently.
“Hubby, what did Shopkeeper w.a.n.g say to you?” Shen Yijia could not hold back her words. In the end, she broke the silence.
Song Jingchen turned to look at her and suddenly reached out to hug her tightly. He rested his chin on her forehead and stroked her beautiful hair.
Shen Yijia was stunned. She was a person who was afraid of heat, so during the summer, the two of them slept separately. They rarely hugged each other like this.
“What happened?” Shen Yijia asked uneasily. Song Jingchen was acting abnormally.
Song Jingchen opened his mouth a few times, but in the end, he only said, “It’s fine. Go to sleep. I’ll be here.”
Shen Yijia didn’t believe him. She struggled out of his arms and looked down at Song Jingchen. “You’re lying.”
Song Jingchen chuckled helplessly. “What would you do if I lied to you?”
“I…” Shen Yijia tilted her head and thought about it. What could she do? Beat him up and leave him? She couldn’t bear to do that.
Song Jingchen’s eyes flickered. He grabbed Shen Yijia’s wrist and pulled. He flipped over and pressed her under him, looking at her with a burning gaze.
He reached out and stroked the bud on her forehead. He stroked her cheek and finally stopped at the corner of her lips. His eyes darkened as he lowered his head and kissed her lips.