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

Caiwei is on duty tonight, and she knows whether Song Nihuan goes out or comes back.

The young lady was feeling depressed because she was not favored, so she went out for some fresh air at night. Caiwei felt that there was no need for her to follow her.

Until I saw the tall and handsome young man coming in. His large cloak fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground. His long hair was untidy, which made him look a bit unruly. His face...

She was stunned, her heart beating madly and her mind went blank.

How can there be such a good-looking person?! How can he be so good-looking?

This kind of good looks is rare, and combined with his identity, it can only make people feel despair that it is out of reach.

But what if...

Caiwei of course remembered Madam Jiang's instructions. She and Handan came here to prepare for the day when they could become Xie Hanlin's concubines.

I fell asleep thinking about this, and my dream contained all kinds of things.

The next morning, Caiwei was waiting at the door. When she heard some noise inside, she went in with a silver basin and warm water.

When I looked up, I saw the young man sitting on the bed, his long hair casually draped over his chest. He was wearing a linen Zen robe, which made him look elegant and otherworldly. He had handsome eyebrows and eyes, and was even more handsome than I had seen in the dim light last night. He was stunningly beautiful.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she didn't dare to look at him anymore. Just as she was about to speak, she saw him put his hand to his lips as a "shut up" instruction, and then shook his head.

Caiwei looked into the tent and saw the young lady still sleeping soundly inside, her clothes intact and a faint blush on her cheeks.

Benzoin was wafting from the small Boshan stove. Xie Yunji lowered his brows and looked quietly at his wife who was still sleeping, his eyes gentle and affectionate.

This legendary young master doesn't dislike the young lady as others say...

Caiwei didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Xie Yunji didn't pay much attention to Caiwei. He put on his clothes and walked out. Molan and Linglong came over, behaved very well, hiding their joy well in the corners of their eyes and eyebrows.

Has their young master finally come to his senses?

Xie Yunji tightened his fur collar and asked, "How does that girl inside work? Who asked her to go in?"

According to the standards of the Xie family, maids like Handan and Caiwei were not allowed to get close to their master, let alone Xie Yunji, who had extremely high requirements for the people around him.

The two of them were able to serve in Liufengyuan simply because they were maids who came with the young lady's dowry.

It was already a special favor to ask them to serve in the yard, so how dare they enter the master's room at will?

Even maids like Molan and Linglong, who had been raised since childhood, did not dare to enter without their master's permission.

Molan said, "My lord, she is the young lady's dowry, and she hasn't been taught the rules of the mansion yet."

What dowry? He understood the thoughts of the people in the inner chambers, but he was just too lazy to pay attention.

He thought that Song Nihuan might not know the purpose of Madam Jiang sending these two girls here. When he thought of her, his heart softened like water.

"This girl is unruly and cannot be kept." He said, and then instructed, "Let her disappear naturally, don't let the young lady notice."

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Song Nihuan slept for a long time before waking up. When she opened her eyes again, there was no one by the bed.

Looking at the empty room, she couldn't tell whether everything that happened last night was a dream or if he had really been there?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xie Yunji came in from the door. He was wearing a scarlet gown and a jade belt around his waist. This color did not look vulgar at all on him, but instead added to the joy of his first marriage.

There was a gentle smile between his brows when he saw her.

Following him in were Molan and Linglong, who were carrying various soups.

"Drink it. You caught a cold last night and you'll be sick soon." He sat beside the bed with a bowl of black medicine in his hand. He blew on it gently and handed it to her lips.

She suddenly remembered the brief intimacy they had last night, and her face turned red. "I'll do it myself."

He didn't let go and simply said, "I'll do it."

She closed her eyes and drank the medicine. It was not as bitter as she had imagined.

"The young master ordered us to add licorice to neutralize the bitterness, so you can drink it without worry, Madam." Molan said, and then placed the cups on the silver tray on the table. "This is donkey-hide gelatin, bird's nest, and brown sugar, raisins, pine nuts and jujube paste cakes. Madam, please have some, they are all good warming and tonic things."

Song Nihuan nodded, her eyes red again.

Her menstruation has always been irregular, all due to the torture she suffered in Furaoting.

In Furaoting, having Guishui is a problem, which means that you cannot carry out high-intensity singing and dancing training, nor is it convenient to diet and shape your body.

People at that time believed that thinness was beautiful for women, with slender waists that could be held in one hand, and women who looked like weak willows swaying in the wind. Some even wanted to imitate Feiyan and dance on their palms.

No matter what the figure of the woman at home is, those men never relax their requirements for prostitutes.

For this reason, Mother Chen had extremely high expectations of them, and it was normal for them not to have food for several days.

Over time, with such abuse, menstruation rarely comes. Even if it does come, it is very little and very painful.

Song Nihuan had never been treated preferentially during such a special period. Looking at the exquisite supplements on the table, her eyes turned red under his gentle gaze, and when she looked up at him, her eyes were already filled with tears.

Xie Yunji's heart moved, he reached out and held her hand in his palm, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Do you have a stomachache?"

She shook her head.

Molan and Linglong tactfully retreated.

She threw herself into his arms, sobbing softly. After a while, she seemed to have made a decision. She said, "My mother asked me to find a way to get five thousand taels of silver for her. I didn't want to, so I lied to her and said that we had no feelings for each other and that I didn't have extra silver. I don't know how long she will believe me. If she asks me for it again in the future, what lie will I tell her?"

"My father also asked me to find a way to donate official positions to my brothers. I... I really regret it sometimes. If I hadn't married you, how could they rely on the Xie family? I don't know what they want in the future. If they find you, you know what's going on. Don't pay any attention to them."

He kissed her hair and said, "Why doesn't Ni Huan want me to agree to their request? The Jiang family and the Xie family are in-laws, and it is human nature to support in-laws."

She was silent for a moment, knowing that she couldn't explain to him clearly the story of Jiang Tongpan's family's transplantation. But the fact that they sent their daughter to Xie's house during the mourning period was enough to show their greedy face of selling their daughter for fame and fortune.

Song Nihuan pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master, you should be able to imagine that I was sent to the palace when you were still in mourning. It can be seen that they are not people with a long-term vision. Now that the emperor is about to appoint a crown prince, and you are so favored by the emperor, so many eyes are watching. What the Jiang family wants is nothing to the Xie family. Who knows, if it falls into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, it will be said that it will ruin your reputation and it will not be worth it."

She spoke seriously and cautiously, and his expression changed again and again as she narrated calmly, until finally a gentleness like water spread across his eyes and brows.