After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Wang had no choice but to agree, but she was so frightened that she couldn't sleep or eat, fearing that one day the other party would ask her to do something even more irreparable.

But there was no movement for a long time.

But all his son’s gambling debts were cleared.

After a long time, she even thought that the eunuch was her fantasy.

Until one day, the smiling eunuch appeared in front of her again, handed her a piece of material, and asked her to give it to her niece.

The material was beautiful, and she knew it was not vulgar the moment she handled it.

"We need materials for the inner palace. I'd like to ask your niece to make a sample for us," said the eunuch.

Wang hesitated for a moment. Her niece was now a favorite of the prince, so asking for her embroidery... made sense.

But she was no longer the same as before. How could she let the Prince's Concubine embroider things for her?

"I'll give you the patterns every time you come. After Wan Liangdi finishes embroidering them, she should bring them to our house." said the eunuch.

Wang could only nod and agree.

After thinking for a long time and racking my brains, I finally came up with a solution.

Wang looked at her precious and lazy niece and said, "Your father will soon be turning sixtieth. Even though you are married, don't forget the kindness you showed me."

Wanniang paused.

Father, you give me life and raise me.

Her aunt was the only one who recognized her identity.

In a rush of impulse, he took the brocade from his aunt's hand.

*

In another courtyard.

After Xie Yunji left that day, he never came back.

He only sent people to deliver news about Lan Zhi every day, which seemed like a concern for Song Nihuan's brother, but also like a silent threat.

Her brother was still in the Lishan Palace, so she couldn't go anywhere.

Song Nihuan watched the old women busying around in the courtyard silently, and her heart felt as calm as death.

"This is the courtyard that the young master set up before he left the government. No one knows about it, so you can live here without worry, madam." Shuanghua said.

Song Nihuan smiled bitterly and shook her head.

It felt like I was caught in a carefully woven web, trying to escape but only getting caught tighter.

"Young Madam, do you really have... a past with the Second Young Master?" Shuanghua asked softly.

After so many years, Xie Tan is no longer with us.

In Shuanghua's heart, Xie Tan is her first master and a very good master.

She knew about some of Xie Tan's actions in the Xie Mansion, but she didn't expect that the Second Young Master's several late returns were related to the Young Madam.

Shuanghua's words made Song Nihuan stunned for a moment. She lied to Xie Yunji that day when she told him that she remembered everything.

She just wanted to trick him and see how he would argue.

I never thought he admitted it.

The man who used to be as gentle, considerate and kind as jade, as bright as white moonlight, actually did so many shameful things under his disguise.

After calming down, she was able to connect all those things together, except for one thing she couldn't figure out: was the Song family's downfall really due to him?

Seeing that Song Nihuan didn't say anything, Shuanghua directed the maids to put things away.

Xie Yunji sent people to deliver box after box of good stuff, each of which was exquisite and rare, and the specifications were only higher than those at Xie's house.

The neighbors were very curious about this house, thinking that some rich and powerful man had a mistress in his mansion, and that some women without a legitimate status lived a happier life than the main wife.

Shuanghua heard these words from somewhere and was very angry.

How could the young lady have no status? She was clearly Lord Xie's legally married wife. How could it have turned out like this?

"We can't control other people's mouths, so let them talk." Song Nihuan said.

In the evening, Xie Yunji came.

He stroked her cheek and said gently, "Do you like these things you bought?"

She turned away coldly, "Are you going to lock me up forever?"

"Of course not. I will take you out after the funeral is over and the storm has died down. Don't worry, I will take good care of you," he said.

"Funeral?" Song Nihuan asked, "Has Madam Xie's trace been wiped out? Just like Jiang Yao in Ningzhou."

"You are not Jiang Yao yourself. The best way is to hold a funeral for Jiang Yao." Xie Yunji said.

He was not going to tell her that he was working on overturning the Song family's case.

Because he understood that this matter involved too many things, and it would not be easy to extricate the Song family. To overturn the verdict for a dead person would mean that the emperor was wrong.

Anyone would think he was crazy to do this.

Besides, this matter hasn't even started yet, and he is not the kind of person who would make a big fuss before doing it.

He wanted to restore her original identity to her, the innocent only daughter of Minister Song, Song Nihuan.

Then he will marry her again.

Now, can she forgive him?

She didn't know what he was thinking. After calming down these days, she would think of Lan Zhi's miserable condition when she saw him. She felt scared when she saw him smiling at her. Who knew what terrible thoughts he had.

Song Nihuan's cold and hesitant gaze cut into Xie Yunji's heart inch by inch. He lowered his eyes to hide his disappointment and said with a forced smile: "Nihuan, don't look at me like that."

"Why don't you let me go? You use me to take revenge on Xie Tan, but Xie Tan is gone. Why don't you let me go?" She wanted to know clearly.

When Xie Tan was mentioned, Xie Yunji's voice was cold, but his tone was like flirting, "If he had died earlier, you and I wouldn't have been delayed for so many years. If he hadn't been there, I wouldn't have done anything to hurt you!"

If it weren't for Xie Tan, he wouldn't have realized the love he had for her so late in his life.

Xie Yunji looked at the undisguised disgust and fear in Song Nihuan's eyes, and his heart ached. He leaned over and pulled her into his arms, saying a little out of control: "Don't look at me like that, don't look at me like that!"

She didn't expect that he would have such a morbid idea. She felt numb all over when he held her in his arms and just wanted to break free.

But he held her tightly, his eyes revealing a morbid possessiveness and madness. He pinched her jaw and whispered, "Try to love me, love the real me, okay?"