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There was no response from outside the car curtain for a long time.

Just when Cheng Songan thought that there was no one around and was about to let the carriage go, Lu Qingshan slowly spoke: "Cheng Songan, I thought you would live a more stable life if you married a civil servant."

Cheng Songan was confused. Didn't she just remind him not to get involved in party disputes? Why did he say that? She was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Lu Qingshan didn't seem to plan to wait for her answer, but followed up with, "I just happened to pass by."

Cheng Songan breathed a sigh of relief. In her previous life, she never asked about what was happening outside. She only knew that Lu Qingshan was stationed in the northwest most of the time and rarely returned to Beijing. Now that she thought about it, he might have participated in the party struggles, and he had also proposed to marry Cheng Wanxin, so he was driven out of Beijing by Cui Yuanqing.

No matter what, this life can be regarded as a reunion with him after a long absence. For the sake of their old friendship, she still reminded him: "These people in the capital are all loaches, and you have been a little stupid since you were a child. I think it is better for you to associate with a straightforward military general like General Ming."

Ming Zhan is the most trusted general of King Xiang besides his father-in-law, the famous old general. If Lu Qingshan makes friends with him early, he will be able to catch the eye of King Xiang.

I just don’t know if Lu Qingshan can understand her good intentions after this reminder.

"Do you have some friendship with General Ming?" Lu Qingshan suddenly asked out of the blue.

Cheng Songan frowned. His brain really wasn't working well. He was so stupid. How could he understand it like this?

She opened the curtain and said impatiently, "Lu Xiaojiu, I see you haven't made any progress in all these years. Well, do whatever you want, I'm too lazy to ask you."

Lu Qingshan glanced at her sideways and asked meaningfully, "Cheng Yundai, are you concerned about me?"

Cheng Songan almost bit off her tongue, and replied with a stiff upper lip: "Didn't we just say that the Cheng and Lu families are old friends? As the eldest sister, it's understandable for me to care about Brother Lu, right?"

Lu Qingshan lowered the curtain for her with a half-smile, and left a sentence before leaving: "Your words are enough."

Duan Zhuyu followed him and looking at his expression, she felt that he was a dissolute playboy. Adding to his behavior just now, she looked down on him a little. When she passed by him, she glared at him fiercely.

Lu Qingshan raised his eyebrows and glared back nonchalantly, which only made Duan Zhuyu so angry that her eyebrows raised. He then walked away.

Duan Zhuyu was concerned about Cheng Songan's injury, so she climbed onto the carriage and kept asking where he was injured.

Cheng Songan pushed her to sit aside and whispered, "I'm not seriously injured, don't make a fuss. When we return to Prince Xiang's mansion, just say I'm fine."

Duan Zhuyu didn't believe it. She was covered in blood and had just fallen to the ground. Her face was pale. How could she be fine? But from the way she spoke, she didn't look weak. She could only doubt it.

When they arrived at the main street in front of Cui's mansion, Cheng Song'an ordered the carriage to stop and told Duan Zhuyu not to see her off any longer. However, Duan Zhuyu insisted on seeing her off personally and would not feel at ease until she was settled. But Cheng Song'an did not dare to let her go back with him. If Zhang saw them, she might get angry.

So he said, "It's not that I don't want to let you in, but there is some old grudge between your family and the Cui family. Go back and quietly ask your mother's maid and you will know the reason. Just make sure not to let your mother know."

Duan Zhuyu was stunned. She had indeed been scolded by her mother last time and was not allowed to have any contact with the Cui family. Fortunately, Prince Xiang and his wife indicated that any future contact between the Prince's Palace and the Cui Palace had to go through the Duan Palace, so her mother did not mention it again.

After hearing Cheng Songan say so, Duan Zhuyu had no choice but to agree. But before leaving, her face suddenly turned red again, and she asked in a low voice: "Sister Cheng, are you sure that Mr. Cui walked along the canal?"

Cheng Songan's heart skipped a beat. He still couldn't avoid this problem. However, in the current situation, it was not appropriate to say it out loud. He could only deal with it slowly in the future.

She smiled and replied, "How could it be false? Didn't we see it in Hongyan Tower today?"

Duan Zhuyu bit her lower lip, hesitating to speak, and then nodded silently: "Then, I'll go back first."

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Cheng Songan to say anything, she turned around in a daze and slowly walked towards her carriage. Her figure was faintly reflected in the lights. The back of the once proud and willful young lady looked so lonely that it made people feel distressed.

Cheng Songan turned his head away cruelly. Since the man had already married, he could no longer leave any hope for Duan Zhuyu. What's more, he was Cui Yuanqing's substitute. The fewer people knew about this, the safer he would be.

When they arrived at the gate of the mansion, Zhang and Old Lady Yu, who had received the news in advance, were waiting there. As soon as the carriage stopped, Old Lady Yu came up to them crying and shouting, calling out "my darling".

Zhang quickly helped her to go closer to check. When Mrs. Yu saw Cheng Songan covered in blood, both of them felt weak in the knees and almost fainted. Zhang then quickly ordered someone to take her back to Chunhui Garden.

Cheng Songan supported Qiangwei and said weakly, "Mother, please settle grandmother first. It's okay for my daughter-in-law."

Zhang was a little angry with her, but seeing this scene, she no longer cared about being angry and told Xiuhe to settle Cheng Songan.

Cheng Songan sat on the recliner with the ivy drawer that Haitang and Taxue were carrying, pretending to be really injured. She was covered in blood, which frightened Haitang and Taxue so much that their faces turned pale. Taxue, in particular, stared at her and asked, "Why did this happen when Li Wenbin was not around?"

Cheng Songan whispered, "Don't make a fuss. I'm fine. You don't have to copy the book yet. I'll arrange your work. Go and do it quickly. You must catch Doctor Sun in the next two days."

Seeing that she was talking as usual, Taxue was relieved and immediately showed a happy expression: "I will go right away."

Haitang was a little worried. Once she entered the gate of Yunxiang Pavilion, she could no longer bear it and went up to check where the injury was.

Qiangwei stopped him, "Keep quiet, let's go back to the house and talk. I've checked and there's really no injury. But don't let anyone else know."

Haitang then heaved a long sigh of relief. Seeing that Qiangwei's expression was also a little serious, she knew that this matter was unusual, so she stopped asking questions and the few of them slowly returned to the inner room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Mudan sitting on the doorstep, her little face pale, as if she was frightened.

"You little brat, why don't you come over when the girl comes back?" Qiangwei said with a smile, "What trouble have you gotten yourself into again?"

Mudan is young, loves to eat and play, and usually doesn’t care about anything. She was so scared that she must have really gotten into big trouble.

Cheng Songan said angrily, "I never scolded you when I broke something valuable in the past. Why are you so scared today?"

Mudan stretched out a trembling finger and pointed towards the house: "Blood..."

Cheng Songan's smile froze on his face. He walked quickly into the house and saw drops of blood from the main hall to the inner room.

After taking two more steps, he saw Cui Yuanqing sitting cross-legged on the Arhat bed, his eyes as deep as the abyss under the candlelight.