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

"Because you are my future wife." He answered naturally.

Looking at his charming features, Song Nihuan couldn't help but ask, "Are there many women who like you?"

Xie Yunji still had a faint smile on his face and nodded without saying anything.

As a young man from a noble family with a good appearance that women like, it is natural that many people will stop to look at him.

"Then why did you choose me?" She looked at him.

I want a real answer, not some excuse like "repaying a favor".

Xie Yunji laughed. She couldn't hide the truth after all. She almost had "I am not Jiang Yao" written on her face.

He looked back at her and said with a smile: "I saw you a long time ago, fell in love with you at first sight, and vowed to marry you."

He was telling the truth in the previous sentence.

When Xie Tan was young, he had a secret relationship with her. When his people came to report, he went to see her.

Song Nihuan raised her eyes to look at him. There was a lingering affection in the eyes of the handsome man with a jade face. She felt ashamed for stealing someone else's good marriage. Her cheeks could not help but flush with heat. She was really embarrassed...

And he did it openly, with a servant beside him. How could he just say that?

Xie Yunji's gaze fell on her rosy cheeks, and even her creamy earlobes turned pink.

Is she shy?

You only feel shy around the person you like, right?

He felt inexplicably happy in his heart, but he knew that he could not tease her anymore, for fear of making her lose her dignity in front of the servants.

He calmed down a little and said in a gentle voice, "Let's go, have dinner, and tell me what they taught you."

He naturally took her hand, walked slowly, listened to her talk about those complicated etiquette rules, sometimes smiled, sometimes told her that she didn't need to do it so rigidly...

The servants from the mansion that they met along the way bowed and made way for the two people holding hands, and they couldn't help but reveal smiles at the corners of their lips and brows.

The eldest son had been alone for many years, but he finally found a place to live. Although the cousin was from a lower class, he really liked her.

It is pleasing to see such a gentleman who is as beautiful as jade and as clear as a jade having a smooth and happy life.

Gazing at the receding figures of the loving couple, Wei Lianhua, who was standing behind the rockery, twisted her fingers with a handkerchief in her hand until they turned white.

They are both young women, so why can the one from a humble family marry such a wonderful man?

And she, who came from a legitimate Duke's mansion, has to be the old man's concubine. Why?

The reason why she married here before was actually because of Xie Yunji's good reputation. She thought it would be nice to be a family member of this noble man.

After all, he was alone at that time and even the princess of the time looked down on him.

As his nominal mother, she had secretly rejected countless daughters of officials for him. At that time, she was very complacent and felt quite superior in choosing a wife.

It’s a pity that he already had the love of his heart so quickly... From beginning to end, his eyes never stayed on her for even a moment!

Song Nihuan was very satisfied with the lunch that day.

She was originally from the south. Although she moved to the imperial capital with her father and mother when she was very young, the chef in the mansion was brought from the south. All these years until the night her house was raided, she had been eating southern food.

Later, she was sent to the Jiaofang Bureau and fell into the entertainment industry. Naturally, there were no authentic southern chefs to cook for her, so she had to eat the northern cuisine of the imperial capital with everyone else.

And most of the dishes on the lunch table are Jiangnan cuisine.

She took a sip at first, and her eyes lit up with surprise. The taste was very authentic, comparable to the one cooked by her family.

"Do you like it? Tell me if there's anything you don't like about the food, and I'll ask him to improve it." Xie Yunji looked at her and asked.

"No, no, this is good enough!" Song Nihuan quickly put down her chopsticks and covered her mouth, "I, I'm really hungry, or maybe I'm tired from learning the rules this morning..."

How could she, the young lady of the Jiang family, love southern food so much?

Xie Yunji didn't care. "Don't think too much. Just tell me what you like to eat in the future."

Song Nihuan wondered in her heart, could it be that Miss Jiang also likes southern food, and he is just trying to please her?

But the delicious food in front of her was so tempting that Song Nihuan wanted to eat it first before thinking about anything else.

Xie Yunji looked at her eating happily and also smiled with satisfaction.

However, he barely moved his chopsticks.

Later, Song Nihuan realized that Xie Yunji was a genuine northerner who was born and raised in the imperial capital. He was probably not used to the sweet taste of southern cuisine, so he didn't eat much at lunch that day.

*

Although still in mourning, officials in the capital do not have to live in seclusion in their mansions. After the New Year, Xie Yunji suddenly became busy.

Song Nihuan continued to learn the rules from Mother Huang, and Madam Wei was also very concerned about this matter. She almost taught her step by step the details of managing the household, including the relationships between servants, the internal tricks, the interest factions involved between the various rooms, etc., in order to train her to become the mistress of the family.

In addition to teaching Song Nihuan the etiquette on stage, Mother Huang also taught her how to match colors, make tea, arrange flowers, serve food, etc.

Previously, what she learned in Fu Rao Court were poetry, songs, dancing, singing and other skills to please people, including standing and sitting postures which were all crooked like a willow swaying in the wind. But now she has to straighten up according to the upright and solemn manner of the daughter of a large family... Song Nihuan has been having a very hard time these past few days.

Fortunately, she was a well-behaved and obedient girl. Under the influence of Madam Wei and Mother Huang, the worldly airs in her every move had faded a lot.

That evening, when she went to bed, Song Nihuan felt that her inner clothes were a little sticky, as if she had sweated a lot.

"The heater is too hot. I want to take a bath." She told Xiangling. Xiangling nodded and asked the maids to fetch some water.

The Xie family is a large family with many rules. They always have hot water burning on the stove in case of emergency, and there is no need to wait for it to be boiled.

Xiangling and the others quickly brought the water. During this short while, Song Nihuan's forehead was covered with sweat, and an unnatural blush appeared on her porcelain-white face.

She just felt an unbearable tightness in her chest, and a strange burning sensation in her waist and abdomen that was somewhat familiar, and she was suddenly startled...

Didn't Xie Tan say that he had helped her get rid of the aphrodisiac that day? How could she...

Song Nihuan bit her lip and pretended to be calm, then immersed herself in the water. Unexpectedly, the usually warm water was like magma at this moment. She shouted angrily, "It's too hot! Are you going to burn me to death?"

Xiangling hurriedly went to fetch some cold water. When she came back in, she couldn't take her eyes off the erotic scene behind the screen.

I saw that the cousin, who usually behaved in a dignified manner, had a delicate face that was as clear and light pink as a flower under the steaming heat, and her snow-like fat was half exposed above the water.

Xiangling looked away and thought to herself, no wonder the eldest master missed her so much...

No wonder Huang Madam always asks the young master if he wants to stay at her courtyard every night...

Xiangling added cold water and was about to reach out to serve her, but unexpectedly Song Nihuan opened her hand and whispered, "Get out. You don't have to be on duty tonight. I'm tired."

By the time Xiangling packed up her things and left, Song Nihuan's red lips had turned white from biting their lips.

The room was completely silent, with only the rustling sound of the night watchman.

She hesitated for a moment, as if she had made up her mind, came out of the water, put on her clothes with difficulty, and disappeared into the night.