When Qi Ying said so, Grandma Song also felt some of it and was very happy, “I didn’t think so until you said so, there is indeed some of it, this is really a destiny given by the gods.”
Yue’er must have also agreed to Song Yin’s because of this familiarity, this was a special care from God for Yue’er so that her precious granddaughter would not be reluctant to marry someone in the future.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Qi Ying smiled gently, “Mother is right, San Xiao has also been worried that Yue’er won’t be able to walk away, and now that she has her intended, San Xiao doesn’t know how happy she is.”
On the way back, she gave Song San Xiao a thousand instructions to see him off, and after the lesson she had learned last time, Song San Xiao naturally agreed, and when she returned, she had to take her own roll and go to another room.
Qi Ying pretended to be unhappy, “What if I want to drink water at night when I’m thirsty? Do I have to shout at you?”
“I’m afraid I’ll bump into you at night if I’m not sleeping honestly.”
Song Sanxiao was really frightened by her miscarriage last time, and he didn’t want to experience that scene a second time.
Qi Ying moved a bed quilt and placed it in the middle, “This is not better.”
Song Sanxiao was still a little hesitant.
Qi Ying softened her voice, “I’m used to you being around, I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not there.”
Song Sanxiao was so excited that he didn’t hesitate anymore, so he put the roll down and happily went to fetch water, washed Qi Ying’s feet, and poured water for her to drink before going to bed. He put his hand carefully on Qi Ying’s stomach, wondering whether the baby would look more like him or like Qi Ying after birth.
When Qi Ying opened her eyes, she quickly nudged Song Sanxiao’s sleeping points, dressed and got up, and went straight to the dartboard, not through the front door this time, but through the wall.
The light was still on in Qi Yuan’s courtyard and when he heard the movement, Qi Yuan quickly took his sword in his hand, “Who is it?”
“Me.”
Hearing Qi Ying’s voice, Qi Yuan put his sword down and opened the door, letting Qi Ying in, “Why are you here at this hour?”
“Song Yin should be Chu Yunxiao.”
Qi Yuan snapped and looked at her.
“I haven’t confirmed it yet, but it’s not far off.”
Qi Yuan walked back and forth a few times, suppressing the excitement that filled his heart, if Song Yin was really Chu Yunxiao, he would be able to personally kill his enemy.
“Since Chu Yunxiao dared to come to Qingping County, he must have arranged a lot of people in secret, so don’t act rashly, I’ll do the rest.”
After Qi Ying left, Qi Yuan also left the dartboard, dressed in black, and crossed several streets like a ghost, arrived outside the Zhang family courtyard, found a spot and leapt in.
The Zhang family had guards, but they were all just for show, not enough for someone like Qi Yuan to fear.
Wu Sheng woke up and quickly came to the door, asked if it was Qi Yuan and hurriedly opened the door to let him in, then closed the door and lowered his voice, “What’s wrong?”
“There’s been a change of plan, we need to discuss it again.”
……
It was light out.
After breakfast Zhang Zhuan sent someone to call Wu Sheng over and took him to the pharmacy.
The shopkeeper was directing the staff to load the herbs, today was the day to deliver the herbs to the workshop, the herbs had been prepared yesterday, when he saw the two coming, he greeted them, “Master, young master.”
Every few days, they would send a batch of goods, which Zhang Zhen and the shopkeeper had long been used to, but Wu Sheng was surprised, “So many?”
The shopkeeper smiled brightly, “Yes, Miss Song’s business is getting better and better, and she needs more and more herbs.”
Wu Sheng was envious and circled the carriage a few times, running his hands over the bags of herbs.
When the herbs were all loaded, Zhang Zhuan’s carriage was in the front and the carriage with the herbs was in the back, leaving Qingping County in a great hurry.
Knowing that today was the day to deliver the herbs, Song Wangyue and Song Yin left after breakfast, and by the time Zhang Zhuan arrived, Song Wangyue had already finished taking yesterday’s accounts.
“Miss Song.”
Zhang Zhuan greeted, but his eyes fell on Song Yin’s face, he was so elegant and handsome, no wonder Song had fallen in love with him.
“My fiancé, Song Yin.”
Song Wangyue introduced him generously.
“Mr. Song.”
Song Yin nodded his head, and did not make a sound, very high and cold.
Zhang Zhen instantly stopped trying to get close to him and asked Song Wangyue to inspect the goods first.
Song Wangyue randomly checked a few bags, all of which were of good quality, and was about to have them carried in when a breeze blew in and a very light smell wafted into her nose.
She hooked the corner of her mouth, after so many years of cooperation, it was natural that Zhang Zhuan could not have tampered with the herbs, it seemed that someone could not wait.
Her face was unchanged as she asked the fellows to carry the herbs in, gestured for Song Yin to watch, led Zhang Zhuan to the house and poured him a cup of tea.
Zhang Zhuan gave her a thumbs up, “Miss Song is not only good at earning money, but she also has a first-class eye for picking people, I think that Mr. Song is not a piece of cake.”
“That’s natural.”
Song Wangyue was not the least bit shy, and wore a small face of pride, as if she had done something remarkable.
Zhang Zhuan laughed out loud.
Song Wangyue took out the silver tickets and casually asked while counting them, “Why did you personally come over to deliver them today?”
Zhang Zhuan didn’t hide it, “My cousin was also in the carriage when I met you yesterday, he came from the capital and heard that you had a sweetheart.
“Your cousin?”
“Yes, his name is Wu Sheng, he is also a concubine’s son, and is in a similar situation to me, I have helped him a lot in the past few years.”
Wu?
Song Wangyue knew who it was, and gave him the counted silver cheques, which Zhang Zhuan counted on the spot, and talked for a while, before seeing Song Yin come in, he stood up and said goodbye.
For some reason, he was a bit afraid of Song Yin, the kind that came from the bottom of his heart.
Song Wan Yue personally escorted him out, sweeping her gaze over Zhang Zhuan’s carriage with the curtains down.
Wu Sheng inside the carriage held his breath and subconsciously shrunk himself into a corner, waiting for Zhang Zhuan to come up and the carriage to move slowly before he dared to let out a long breath.
“What’s wrong?”
Zhang Zhuan sensed his abnormality.
Wu Sheng made an excuse, “I was afraid that Miss Song would see me and get you into trouble.”
“You’re thinking too much, as long as you don’t enter the workshop, Miss Song won’t pay any attention to you.”
……
“Go and call Song Yi here.”
Song Wangyue instructed as she walked back.
Someone ran quickly to shout, and Song Yi quickly came over.
“Seal up all these herbs that were delivered today, don’t use a single one.”
Song Yi was puzzled, if it was a problem with the herbs, the proprietor had just politely sent Zhang Zhuan away, if not, what was the point of sealing the herbs, but if the proprietor didn’t say, he didn’t dare to ask, “Yes.”
Song Yin came out to meet her, just in time to hear her words, and glanced at the direction the carriage had left.