After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"Don't make any noise. It's late at night. Don't wake up Mr. Xu and the others."

Song Qiyan frowned and glanced at Jiang Wanyu who was making a fuss in his arms. The moment he stepped into the room, he immediately closed the door, fearing that Jiang Wanyu's hoarse voice would wake up everyone in the Northern Prince's Mansion.

"Then put me down. Haven't you learned that men and women shouldn't touch each other?"

"To you? No need, because I have no feelings for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qiyan threw Jiang Wanyu to the bedside.

He almost lost his footing.

After steadying her feet, Jiang Wanyu rushed to Song Qiyan's arms, turned around, and threw him over her shoulder.

Song Qiyan's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground with a "thump".

He patted his shoulder, stretched his waist, and said nonchalantly, "This body is still too weak. If it were in the past, it would not be just a minor fall."

I think that in the past, Jiang Wanyu was afraid of trouble from debt collectors, so she secretly followed the coach downstairs to learn since she was a child. She has been training for seven or eight years, and now she has at least the level of a black belt.

Jiang Wanyu can still do a small over-the-shoulder throw.

Jiang Wanyu looked at Song Qiyan's red cheeks and smiled, "Bounce, I'm not interested in you either!"

Song Qi Yan slowly stood up, supported his aching right hand, his eyes darkened, and he immediately approached Jiang Wanyu, pointing at the bed in front of him.

"Jiang Wanyu, you can sleep or not, if you don't want to sleep..."

Song Qiyan's eyes turned cold, and there was a meaningful malice on his lips, "If you don't want to sleep, you can sleep outside. I don't think you can go back to the Jiang family so late."

Having said that, Song Qi Yan angrily went to the study room on the other side of the room.

Jiang Wanyu looked at the bed in front of her and was stunned.

Could it be that this guy wanted to let me sleep in his bed? So kind?

He walked closer quietly, and through the hollow wood carving, he saw Song Qiyan holding the light on his back, taking off his shirt slightly, and fiddling with his right hand with his left hand.

I didn't use much force, am I really hurt?

Just as he was thinking secretly, Song Qiyan glanced in Jiang Wanyu's direction, "What? Do you want me to throw you out?"

"No, no, it's still warm in the room."

Jiang Wanyu smiled awkwardly, feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't expect Song Qi to be so nice to her at the banquet and even gave her the bed.

"I'm sleeping in your bed, where are you sleeping?"

"this."

Song Qiyan pointed to a slightly narrow couch next to the desk.

"I rarely see you being so nice to me."

Jiang Wanyu turned her back and looked at Song Qiyan's shadow on the ground.

"If anything goes wrong, it will be hard to explain to the Jiang family."

"Oh, that too."

My body is very precious now, no wonder I look so delicate and weak.

"Can I sleep in your bed then?"

Jiang Wanyu called him deliberately, but when she saw that Song Qiyan didn't say anything, she left.

Song Qi Yan then raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wanyu's last figure again.

The lights flickered noisily in the silent room.

Having said that, even if Song Qiyan had moved to the Jiang family, if he was afraid, he would not have treated Jiang Wanyu coldly all these years.

But he didn't know why, when he saw that delicate body shivering in the cold wind, he actually felt a little soft-hearted.

Looking at his right hand which had suffered a relapse of an old injury, he couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth in disgust.

"Tsk, you're still being kind to her."

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The next morning, Qingxuan knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, there is new news from the Netherworld Sect."

After knocking twice, the door was opened with a "clatter".

With a bandage on his right hand, Song Qi Yan made a quiet gesture with his left hand.

Seeing this, Qing Xuan lowered his voice and handed the envelope to

"Well, I think there is new news from Chihua."

"it is good."

Song Qiyan opened the envelope and took a look.

Only then did Qingxuan dare to raise his head and feel the prince's injured hand.

"Your Majesty, how did your hand get hurt? Did someone attack you last night?!"

Qingxuan panicked with alertness.

"No, I accidentally fell last night. I think it's a recurrence of an old injury."

This shouldn't be the case. With the skills of the prince, how could he add more injuries to his own wounds?

But Qing Xuan did not dare to ask more, and instead talked about another matter, "When I came to your room, I saw that Miss Jiang's door was not closed. It seemed that Miss Jiang had gone somewhere. Should we send someone to look for her?"

"No, in my room."

"what?!"

Qingxuan's eyes suddenly opened wide and his jaw dropped in fright.

The prince and Miss Jiang are progressing so fast?! Could it be that they are really doing it?

With a "pa" sound, Song Qi Yan's palm fell on Qing Xuan's head.

"You are such a disrespectful guy, I ask you to be quiet."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qingxuan quickly shut up.

After a pause, Qing Xuan decided to speak, "Your Majesty, even if you want to realize Prime Minister Ye's plan, you can't sacrifice yourself, right? Don't you dislike Miss Jiang?"

"I don't like it, so I just let her stay here temporarily."

Song Qiyan replied coldly.

"Staying temporarily?"

"I'm afraid the Jiang family will cause trouble for me."

Song Qiyan then stuffed the letter in his hand into Qingxuan's hand and said, "It's time to notify the Netherworld Sect to prepare for action."

"Yes."

Qing Xuan clasped his fists and bowed, then tried to leave but was stopped by Song Qi Yan.

"Wait, bring me all the memorials I read before."

"Huh? Haven't all those memorials been dealt with?"

"Don't ask, just give it to me."

Hearing this, Qingxuan shut his mouth.

It seems that ever since Miss Jiang entered the Northern Prince's Mansion, the prince has become more and more strange. Not only did he surprisingly let Miss Jiang grind ink for him, he also let her live in his room. Now his temper has also become strange and unpredictable.

Qingxuan shook his head helplessly and went downstairs to move the pile of things.

After a while, Song Qi Yan walked to Jiang Wanyu's bed with a few bundles.

At first glance, he was sleeping with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth, with his legs up in the air, looking terrible.

With a "bang", several memorials rolled vertically to the side of Jiang Wanyu's bed.

Jiang Wanyu almost woke up and sat up, "What, is there an earthquake?!"

"Get up quickly, I have something for you to do."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked in Song Qiyan's direction complainingly, "It's only a few o'clock? You have to disturb me here."

"Tatsuki."

"Tatsuki?"

Jiang Wanyu shook her head and thought for a while, "So it's around seven o'clock?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I don't have to go to work early. Let me sleep in a little longer."

As she spoke, Jiang Wanyu automatically curled up into the quilt.

Seeing this, Song Qiyan frowned, pursed his lips, and pulled Jiang Wanyu, rolling under the bed with the quilt.

Jiang Wanyu was now completely sober.

"Song Qiyan, what are you doing!"

"What?"

There was a glimmer of cunning in Song Qiyan's eyes, and that half-smile looked as scary as a devil to Jiang Wanyu.

The devil said, "Of course I want you to serve me well."

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