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

These sarcastic words fell into the ears of Song Nihuan and his servant.

Although Caiwei and Handan were angry, they knew that what the other party said was the truth. They had been following the young lady for the past few days and had suffered a lot. After all, people always flatter the powerful and bully the weak.

It seems that the news that the young lady is out of favor has spread in the Xie Mansion.

So what if she was the legal wife, the mistress of the Xie family? For someone like Song Nihuan whose family was in name only, as long as she was not liked by her husband, she would only become a laughing stock.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves swayed slightly, and the servants' discussions gradually died down. Song Nihuan pinched her palms in her sleeves until they hurt. How could she not know what the servants were talking about? She became more and more afraid. Was this really "seeking benevolence and getting benevolence"?

But what she wanted was clearly only him.

Mr. Xie was also a little confused. They were obviously inseparable before the wedding, so why did they become cold after the marriage?

He ignored what was going on in the rear house and was worried about why Xie Yunji and his new bride did not consummate their marriage?

After much thought, I decided to mention it to Mrs. Wei. No matter how young she is, she has become a mother-in-law, and there are some things she should tell the newcomer.

Mr. Xie said, "The lineage of our Xie family is really weak. Xie Tan passed away early, and now only Zi Che is left. I am still waiting for him to add a child to the family. Why has Zi Che been sleeping in the study for more than ten days? As a mother-in-law, you should find a chance to talk to your daughter-in-law."

Madam Wei nodded repeatedly, and then she thought of the snow-white Yuan handkerchief that had been sent to her a few days ago, and her face turned red as she said, "Master, don't worry, I will tell her."

She couldn't help but wonder in her heart, Xie Yunji is already 23 years old, but he still can't perform formal formalities, is there something wrong with him?

It was the middle of the night, and Song Nihuan was sleeping uneasily. She had many nightmares, and no matter how she struggled in her dreams she couldn't wake up.

I finally woke up and found that my pillow was soaked with tears.

She was no longer sleepy, so she sat up and buried her face in her arms. Although the room was heated, she felt cold all over.

Only then did I understand what it felt like to be a concubine in the cold palace in the storybooks.

She simply got off the couch, and once her feet were on the ground, she could no longer help herself and could not help but go to Shuyu Villa to find him.

She wanted to get things straight, what was this unclear thing about?

The palace was very quiet. It had just snowed, and the ground was covered in white. Under the candlelight, it looked like a palace in heaven.

She walked very quickly and didn't feel cold. She deliberately didn't think about whether it was too late or whether it would be disturbing to him.

I'm afraid I won't go if I think too much about it.

Taking this step requires courage regardless of the consequences.

The lights in Shuyu Villa had been turned off, and it was pitch dark.

She walked over quickly and gently pushed the door open. She adjusted her eyes to the darkness and moved forward a little bit with the moonlight from the window as it illuminated her eyes.

She had never been to his study. The furnishings there looked elegant and Zen-like in the dark. It didn't look like a study at all, but more like a thatched cottage where a hermit lived.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed it gently, trying to find the Luohan couch or the Hu couch. When she backed away, she suddenly bumped into a hard object behind her.

Song Nihuan screamed instinctively. The cool scent of sandalwood hit her, and a slightly cool hand covered her mouth from behind.

"It's me." Xie Yunji said in a low voice.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then her heart skipped a beat. This was the first time they had met after their marriage...

The courage that I had just accumulated disappeared completely at this moment.

She wanted to question him, but the words turned into a low "hmm". She lowered her head, standing there at a loss, not daring to move.

Xie Yunji let her go without saying anything.

After a moment, Song Nihuan turned around to look at him. He was gentle and handsome. The moonlight shone on his jade-like face, making him look more noble and elegant.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked gently, as if nothing had happened.

After not seeing her for many days, he forced himself not to look for her, but her figure was lingering in his mind. He tossed and turned at night, thinking of what she said and the tears dripping under her red veil, and he felt angry and annoyed.

My whole heart feels like it's been fried in a frying pan.

If he didn't look for her, she wouldn't have to put on a show.

He was actually ecstatic that she came to see him tonight.

Xie Yunji carefully looked at the woman in front of him. He hadn't seen her for many days and she had lost a lot of weight. His eyes followed her thin figure and slid down to the hem of her skirt. Under the crabapple-colored skirt was a pair of white feet.

The weather in December was already cold, and it had snowed earlier. There were no servants to clean up the house at night, but she came here barefoot in the snow!

She was also wearing thin clothes, with only a thin undergarment under her cloak. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of her gums chattering.

Xie Yunji leaned over and picked up her legs and carried her horizontally. She was indeed as cold as ice. He walked quickly to the bed and said as he walked, "Are you going to freeze yourself to death?"

He tucked her into the quilt and tucked the corner of the quilt up to her neck.

There was still some body temperature left in the bedding, but it wasn't hot, which showed that he had been up for a while. Song Nihuan saw a cup of steaming tea on the table.

Doesn't he have sleep problems? What does he think when he sits there alone in the middle of the night?

Just as Xie Yunji stood up and was about to leave, she reached out from under the quilt and held him, "Brother Ziche..."

Her voice was timid.

His heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, the pain went deep into his heart.

He stopped, suppressed the ripples in his heart, and looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips, as if she was about to cry, "Why... why do you ignore me like this?"

He just smiled after hearing that, and after a moment, he said politely, "I just returned to the Imperial Academy to take up my duties recently, and there are a lot of things that have accumulated, so I am too busy. I didn't mean to ignore you."

After they got married, they seemed more unfamiliar with each other than before they got married.

Maybe what he said was true.

What else could she say? Ask him to consider her feelings even though he was busy with official duties?

Or should she ask him to go back to her room to rest no matter how late he comes back, otherwise outsiders will misunderstand that there is a rift between them?

Although she couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, he still spoke softly, but she felt genuinely sad.

This kind of sadness is very complicated. It is not just the loss of emotional unrequited love. She has not figured out why yet.

"Are you really that busy?" Song Nihuan couldn't help but ask one more question.

He said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

She said a little embarrassedly: "We have been married for many days, and you have never come to spend the night. When you are not busy, can you come over? Even one night is fine."

"Okay." He said.

I don't know whether it is obedience or perfunctory.

"Then... I'm leaving?" she whispered, as she pulled herself out of his quilt. The cold night made her shiver.

He nodded and said, "Ask Xie Ming to take you there."