Quick Wear: The Stunning Beauty is Forbidden to Be Pampered

Chapter 144 World 3: The Emperor Who Has No Heir Seizes His Minister’s Wife (23)

The group returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion in a grand procession, with boxes of silks and jewels carried by servants. When they passed through the downtown area, people were staring in amazement.

Many people pointed at them and said, "This is the first time I see a girl returning home on a three-day trip, and she brought so many things from her parents' home. It's really rare."

They all began to treat Song Lingxi as an unfilial daughter who came back to her parents' home to beg for money, pointing fingers and criticizing her.

Every time this happened, there would always be a few clever servants who would come up to explain to them, causing everyone to exclaim in amazement.

Now, everyone started looking at these boxes and scolding the second wife of the Song family for being so black-hearted and actually coveting so many good things. These were all from the original wife, and Lord Song was not a good person either.

The bad reputation of the Song Mansion spread more and more widely, and people began to curse them intentionally or unintentionally. Censor Song's reputation in the hearts of the people was greatly reduced.

But none of this had anything to do with Song Lingxi. She was helping Li Xiuxiu, her third aunt, get off the carriage: "Aunt, be careful not to fall."

Li Xiuxiu patted her little hands and didn't move. There was something wrong with both of her legs and she couldn't walk at all. Song Lingxi's little body was so thin that it couldn't support her at all.

Xie Changling saw what Li Xiuxiu meant, took Song Lingxi in his arms and stepped back, pointing to a stronger woman: "You carry my aunt to the main courtyard, my mother is still waiting for me there."

After the old woman carried the person away, Xie Changling glanced at Song Lingxi in his arms. Seeing that she was in a low mood and seemed to be somewhat self-blaming, he comforted her.

"Xi'er, why are you so sad? Are you worried about your aunt?"

On Song Lingxi's beautiful little face, her two delicate eyebrows were wrinkled together, and her small and delicate nose was also wrinkled. Her whole face was filled with two words: "self-blame".

"My dear, is it because I am too incompetent that I and my aunt have fallen to this state? If I had been a little tougher at the beginning..."

Xie Changling disagreed with her idea and did not want her to fall into endless pain and entanglement: "Xi'er had no one to teach her when she was young. Even if she is a little cowardly, it is for self-protection."

"If Xi'er had been stubborn and opposed your stepmother in everything, she would have been fed up with you. It's unclear whether she would have let you live to the age of marriage."

"Moreover, when Xi'er was young, if you caught a cold that could not be cured, you would have died. By then, you would not have been able to marry me. Without Xi'er, I would have died long ago."

Xie Changling held Song Lingxi's hand and comforted her carefully. They talked as they walked towards the main courtyard, and soon they arrived at the yard.

"Now you understand. Xi'er couldn't protect herself before. If you really live under the same roof with your aunt, it will be hard for your aunt to take care of you and your cousin."

"And now, Xier has escaped from the Song Mansion, this cannibalistic place, and brought my aunt here. We are taking care of her together, and your life will be much better for both of you."

"So you can't be considered rich, but you have enough food and clothing and a smooth life. This can be considered as compensation from heaven for you."

Xie Changling stopped and pinched Song Lingxi's fair little face. Seeing that the sadness between her brows was finally less, he leaned over and kissed her little face before leading her into the main hall.

"My husband is still outside."

Song Lingxi let him lead her forward in a daze, and quietly touched her little face with her other hand. She felt hot and her heart beat a little faster. When she looked at her mother-in-law sitting in the main seat, she became speechless.

"The son (daughter-in-law) has met his mother and aunt."

Song Lingxi followed behind Xie Changling and bowed to the Prime Minister's wife. When she raised her head, she saw the Prime Minister's wife holding her third aunt's hand, as if they were old friends meeting each other.

"No need to be polite, please sit down quickly. Xier is really the lucky star of our Prime Minister's Mansion. She found my old sister and brought her back. Today is a good day, the best day ever."

The Prime Minister's wife patted her old sister's hand, her eyes full of relief and heartache. The reunion of old friends should have had endless things to talk about, but the two of them had tears in their eyes at the same time.

The prime minister's wife was originally named He Xiangning. She was the same age as Li Xiuxiu. Their fathers held similar official positions and lived nearby, so they had been close friends since childhood.

However, after Li Xiuxiu got married, she no longer lived in the capital, but went to the border to live with her husband. The two had not seen each other for a long time.

When the general's mansion was in danger, she was not much better off in the prime minister's mansion. Because of Xie Changling's health, the prime minister's wife was almost worried to death. She took him to the mountain to ask Master Hongyi to rescue him.

He also missed the opportunity to rescue Li Xiuxiu. Besides, no matter how poor the general's mansion was, the glory of his ancestors was enough to squander for a lifetime.

She also heard that Li Xiuxiu went to Jiangnan to live with her maternal grandparents, so Prime Minister's wife He Xiangning was not too worried.

Who would have thought that after not seeing each other for more than ten years, when they met again, it would be like this. The Prime Minister's wife was also heartbroken, her eyes were red, and she could only hold her hand with heartache.

Song Lingxi didn't understand, she was a little confused, her beautiful little face was full of doubts and confusion, her face was so soft and tender that people wanted to kiss her and love her so much.

"Mother, you and your aunt... have known each other?"

Song Lingxi carefully considered her words. In her previous life, she had stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion for almost decades, but had never heard of such a thing. The Prime Minister's wife had never even mentioned it. This was too sudden.

"Alas, your aunt and I were close friends and playmates since childhood. Unfortunately, something happened in the general's mansion a few years ago, and she moved to Jiangnan. I was busy taking care of Changling, so I gradually lost contact with her."

"Now we are reunited as old friends... By the way, Xier, you have a cousin who is about your age. He just got his clothes wet and went to change them. You will be able to meet him later."

As the wife of the Prime Minister was talking, she suddenly remembered her old friend's good son. He was really handsome, but he was too pale and weak, and he coughed three times with every step he took.

He was so much like the previous Xie Changling, not in appearance, but in the same sickly look, which made her unconsciously feel a bit of pity for him, as if she was looking at the previous Xie Changling.

Speak of Cao Cao, he appears. A cough was heard at the door. Everyone turned around and saw a man in white clothes as white as snow, with a straight back and black hair half tied up and half loose. What a handsome and noble young man.

The strong impact of black and white made the man look weak. His face was as pale as paper, thin but not skinny. He looked like a willow in the wind, ready to fall down at any time, which made people feel nervous.

"Wind!"

Aunt Li Xiuxiu even shouted out loud. Seeing her son so pitiful, her brows furrowed.

"Meet mother, aunt."

Yi Changfeng walked in step by step, the hem of his white robe swaying slightly with his steps, bringing gusts of fresh breeze. He was the first to bow and greet the two people sitting in the main seat.

"Feng'er, this is the one my mother told you about. She is your cousin, Lingxi. The one next to her is her husband, the Prime Minister's son, and our benefactor."

Following Li Xiuxiu's voice, Yi Changfeng turned around and looked at Song Lingxi. When he was at home, he often heard his mother mention that she had a cousin who might not be living well.

My mother often worried that my cousin would be criticized and abused living alone in a family like the Song Mansion, but there was nothing she could do and she could only shed tears silently.

Thinking of this, he wanted to meet this cousin who made his mother worried and see what she looked like. But when he really saw her, he was stunned at a glance. What a beauty!

All the words he had learned in his life were completely incapable of describing her beauty. She was like a dream, like a fairy or a god. Just looking at her at this moment was like taking him into a beautiful fairyland.

The girl had a stunning face, with delicate willow-shaped eyebrows that completely covered her clear almond-shaped eyes, and her long, curled eyelashes were like butterfly wings, fluttering gracefully as if about to fly.

Under Song Lingxi's small nose is a rosy little mouth. Her lips are slightly pursed, and her rosy lips are tempting to pick.

When she saw strangers, she seemed a little shy, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her eyes were still bright, filled with excitement and joy of seeing her relatives.

Song Lingxi pulled Xie Changling up and faced him. She and Xie Changling bowed slightly and saluted: "Hello, cousin."

They waited for a long time but there was no reply from Yi Changfeng. Song Lingxi didn't understand why, but Xie Changling narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at his obsessed eyes, feeling a little angry.

The two people sitting on the high hall, Li Xiuxiu and He Xiangning, looked at each other, and there was a flash of understanding in each other's eyes.

After all, they all understood that Song Lingxi's appearance was too outstanding, and few people could help but be moved by her. If they were men, they would probably have some thoughts about her as well.

"Wind, wind?"

Li Xiuxiu raised her voice to wake Yi Changfeng from his immersed state. At this time, she just thought that Yi Changfeng was stunned by Xier's beauty and was just slightly dazed.

Little did he know that love came from nowhere and was so deep and everlasting. From then on, Yi Changfeng's heart fell on Song Lingxi. He was willing to protect her regardless of the weather.

Li Xiuxiu's reminder was like the loud sound of a bell, and Yi Changfeng finally heard it. He woke up as if from a dream and realized his own rudeness.

Yi Changfeng forced himself to suppress the pounding heart in his chest, and his face regained its composure, but his red ears still revealed that his heart was not at peace.

He bowed slightly and saluted towards Song Lingxi: "Hello, cousin. I was rude just now."

Then, he turned slightly to the side and saluted towards Xie Changling: "Greetings, Master."

Xie Changling remained unmoved, and there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was looking at the man to see if he had any inappropriate thoughts.

It was Song Lingxi, however, who saw this blood relative for the first time. She had never seen this person in her previous life, and her face was slightly excited.