Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

"Didn't you see it yourself?" Su Qingci said, "I gave the handkerchief to the prince as a gift."

Lu Huan heard the sharp words in her conversation and suddenly understood why she was angry. "Do you think that I am on good terms with the Crown Prince and that I was the one who schemed against you last time?"

Su Qingci turned around and looked at him with a complaining look in his eyes, "I don't think you schemed against me last time, but I think that anyone who has a close relationship with the prince is not a good person!"

Lu Huan chuckled softly, and there seemed to be a hint of teasing in his laughter.

Su Qingci stared at him intently for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Don't you have anything to explain?"

Lu Huan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and uttered a few words: "Well, no explanation."

Su Qingci's face darkened, and he quickly turned his head to the side, saying coldly: "If that's the case, then I think there is nothing to talk about between us."

"That may not be what you wish." He blurted out these words, revealing a ruffian air that was completely different from the coldness shown last time.

However, Lu Huan still refused to give up and continued to ask: "You gave the handkerchief that was supposed to be given to me to the prince instead. How should this account be settled?"

"General Lu, are you still in need of a torn handkerchief? If you really want one, tell the driver to stop right now and I'll go to the store and buy you one."

Su Qingci was angry, but she didn't know what she was angry about. She just felt unhappy, "Oh, no, I can buy ten dollars!"

Lu Huan looked at her who was losing her temper and said helplessly, "It's not a torn handkerchief."

Su Qingci was probably confused by anger and felt that he didn't hear what he said clearly, "What?"

Lu Huan's eyes darkened, and he stopped joking with her with a smile, "It's not a torn handkerchief."

Su Qingci was stunned. Which handkerchief was he talking about? The one that he was going to give him, or the one that he was using but later got dirty?

But having said that, he now feels that the handkerchief he used to cover the prince that day looks familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

Suddenly, Lu Huan discovered with his sharp eyes that the sleeve pocket where Su Qingci had placed the handkerchief was bulging, as if something was hidden.

"What's that in your sleeve pocket?" he suddenly asked.

Su Qingci nervously hid his wrist and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing, why are you hiding your hands?"

"I see, the shape... looks like a sachet?"

He guessed, "Could it be... that he wanted to give it to me along with the handkerchief?"

Su Qingci seemed to have his secret exposed, and said angrily, "Does everything in the world belong to General Lu?"

Lu Huan fixed his eyes on her figure and said nothing more.

Every minute and every second, time passes very slowly.

The driver steered the horse skillfully, outside the carriage was bustling with activity, and the temperature inside the carriage seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

"Stop the car!" Lu Huan suddenly spoke and ordered.

Su Qingci didn't understand what was going on and thought he was going to leave her here and asked her to get out of the car and walk back by herself.

Unexpectedly, he lifted the curtain and walked down, and in less than a cup of tea, he was back in the carriage.

There was a bunch of wrapped things in his hand. Su Qingci didn't look at them any further and looked away.

The carriage continued to move forward, and after an unknown amount of time, the coachman finally stopped the carriage outside the main gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Master, we're here."

Lu Huan threw something onto her legs. It wasn’t heavy.

He said coldly, "Get out of the car."

Seeing that he didn't look at her, Su Qingci quietly left a silver ingot on the seat of the carriage.

She didn't know what Lu Huan gave her, but she didn't want to ask him what it was and why he gave it to her.

But at the same time, he didn't want to owe anyone any more favors, so he quietly left a silver ingot on the cushion.

This thing, the bento, was bought by her herself.

Su Qingci blurted out "thank you" and hurriedly got off the carriage...

Before Su Qingci entered the Prime Minister's Mansion, she looked back at the carriage, but she never expected that Lu Huan lifted the curtain and put his hand lightly on the window sill, looking in her direction with an ambiguous look.

The playfulness in his eyes no longer existed as it did in the carriage. It was exactly the same as the day when he helped her in the East Palace. He looked cold and distant, as if he was angry.

angry?

Su Qingci felt incredible about his own idea.

I was not familiar with him to begin with, and even if I had offended him with a few words, we would never see each other again, so why should he be angry?

But the sachet and the embroidered handkerchief could not be presented to him in person.

Who makes him the prince's good friend?

Those who are close to the prince are not good people, Su Qingci thought secretly.

……

Su Qingci returned to her room, unpacked the things Lu Huan had given her, and discovered that it was a bottle of medicinal wine.

She touched it lightly with her right hand through her clothes and felt a piercing pain. Then she realized that there might be some bruises.

And when they were in the restaurant's side room, Lu Huan had been staring at her. Could it be that he noticed it at that time?

In fact, she herself didn't take this matter to heart, but she didn't expect that he remembered it.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that my attitude was not very good when I was in the car.

Actually, if you think about it, he might be... not wrong.

Even though he was the prince's good friend, it was he who saved her that day in the Eastern Palace, and it was Lu Huan who later led her out of the Eastern Palace.

Otherwise, she would just fall into the tiger's mouth again.

Su Qingci looked at the sachet in her hand, feeling a little helpless, but at the same time, she was a little conflicted.

Could it be that she misunderstood Lu Huan?

Although Lu Huan is on good terms with the prince, could it be that he is not that kind of person?

headache.

……

After Lu Huan returned to the general's mansion, he learned from the gatekeeper that a shop owner had come and said she wanted to pass on a message for a young girl.

"What?"

The servant said, "The girl said that she wants to return the handkerchief to the general and will wait for you in the west box of Wanzun Tower."

Wanzun Tower, the west room? Wasn't that the direction Su Qingci had originally intended to go?

It turned out that she came to see him today.

……

After Su Songqi returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he ran to Su Qingci's room in a rage and scolded her.

But Su Qingci was in a good mood at this time, not only because the prince would not harass her again, but also because Su Songqi's plan failed.

Those sitting in the side room today are all members of the prince's party. The matter cannot be kept secret for long. Sooner or later, it will get out, and by then, no one will dare to make any moves on her.

Wouldn't she be happy and at ease then?

Su Songqi pointed at her nose and cursed, "Today's incident is not related to you, right? Otherwise, how could such a rumor suddenly come out?"

Su Qingci raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, and responded softly: "Father thinks too highly of me. I am just a girl in the boudoir, staying in my room every day. How can I bribe the fortune teller beside the prince?"

"Don't be so proud! Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. As my daughter, Su Songqi, you grew up in luxury, so you should pay the corresponding price!"

When Su Qingci heard this, his heart sank suddenly. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up.

No matter how badly he treated her and her mother over the years, Su Qingci still had expectations and hopes for him as a father.

But after being plotted against by Su Songqi that day, her respect and love for Su Songqi had completely disappeared. A beast like him was not worthy of being her father!

The anger and frustration accumulated over the past few days suddenly erupted at this moment.

Su Qingci looked at Su Songqi firmly and said in a stern voice, "Growing up in luxury? How dare you say that."

"When did I grow up to be well-fed and well-dressed? My food and clothing are not even as good as those of the first-class maids in the mansion. How dare you say such a thing with such a smug face?"