Chapter 737 - 737: A Letter from Great Xia (3)

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There were a total of five rooms in the front and back courtyard. South Wind and Thirty Thousand lived in one room, MO Yuan and Lin Miaomiao lived in another, and Ji Luo and Lin Shao each had one room. The remaining room was just enough for her and her beautiful husband.

Most importantly, every room was covered with brand new bedding.

“Why didn’t we have these things the last time we came?” Shen Yijia asked curiously.

Uncle Ji also had the ability to predict the future. Could it be that he knew in advance that they were coming?

“It’s Master who brought up the idea.” Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Ji realized that something was wrong. He wanted to change his words, but he realized that he did not know how to address Xuanyuan Ce. He opened his mouth but could not say anything for a long time.

“Uncle Ji, you can leave first,” Ji Luo said.

“Right. Madam, let me know if you need anything.”

After choosing their rooms, MO Yuan went to the kitchen to boil water, and Thirty Thousand followed her to help.

Song Jingchen instructed South Wind to go to the restaurant outside and get some food.

After everyone finished bathing, South Wind returned with two large food boxes, followed by Xuanyuan Ce.

Noticing everyone’s gazes, South Wind quickly explained, “His Highness has been standing outside the door. All the neighbors are watching.”

Xuanyuan Ce?ls face was pale, as if he was about to collapse at any moment. “Chu Feng isn’t around. I don’t have any money with me.”

He was not pretending this time. Ever since he was poisoned in the poisonous forest, his body had not recovered. Later on, he almost lost his life. If not for the fact that he was afraid that his wife and daughter would run away when he woke up, he would not have been able to hold on.

Shen Yijia glanced at Ji Luo.

Ji Luo sat down at the table. “Let’s eat first.”

The room was just enough to live in, but now that Xuanyuan Ce was here, Lin Shao took the initiative to share a room with South Wind and Thirty Thousand and gave up his room.

After dinner, Lin Shao and Lin Miaomiao returned to the house.

Shen Yijia thought for a moment and decided to send Ji Luo back personally.

She helped her sit down in front of the. Shen Yijia was about to leave.

Ji Luo held her hand.

Shen Yijia paused.

“I know. You did that to him on purpose because of me. Do you think I’ll be sad if you don’t stand on my side?” Ji Luo’s eyes were filled with love.

Her daughter was so kind and considerate that her heart ached.

After knowing her background, even if she and Xuanyuan Ce had never done their duty as parents, she had never blamed them in her heart.

“Silly child, my greatest wish in my life is for you to be safe and sound. If there’s one more person in this world who can dote on you and protect you, I’ll only be happy. How can I be sad?”

Therefore, she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do for her.

Even if that person was Xuanyuan Ce.

This was because she knew that if anything happened to Xuanyuan Ce, her daughter would also be sad.

Shen Yijia felt a lump in her throat. Was she the reason why she asked

Xuanyuan Ce to stay?

Thinking this through, she grinned and said, “I understand, Mother.”

Song Jingchen sent Xuanyuan Ce back to his room and noticed the blood seeping out of his sleeve. He frowned and said, “I’ll go find MO Yuan and get some medicine.”

“Hmph, there’s no need. I won’t die.” Xuanyuan Ce pulled his hand away and said angrily.

As soon as he saw Song Jingchen, he could imagine the difference in Ah Luo and Jiajia’s attitudes towards the two of them. The more he looked at them, the more unhappy he became.

Song Jingchen sighed and said seriously, “Your Highness, envy makes a person ugly.”

Xuanyuan Ce froze. “What a joke. Why would I be jealous of you?”

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows and didn’t say anything. He just looked at him quietly.

Did he say anything wrong?

Xuanyuan Ce was speechless.

“Get out, get out. Don’t stand in my way.”

When MO Yuan came over, the two of them were looking at each other with daggers in their eyes.

She pretended not to see it and expressionlessly took out a bottle of medicine. She bowed and turned to leave.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips and said, “Since Your Highness doesn’t want to see me, I’ll call Thirty Thousand over to change Your Highness’ dressing later.” “Did you ask that girl to send the medicine over?” Xuanyuan Ce suddenly asked.

Song Jingchen shook his head. “I haven’t had the time to go yet.”

Xuanyuan Ce?ls eyes lit up. “Then help me apply the medicine.”

Song Jingchen smiled. “I’m so clumsy. It won’t be good if His Highness gets injured again.”

With that, he turned around and left. No matter how Xuanyuan Ce shouted, he did not stop.

On the other side, MO Yuan, who had finished delivering the medicine, went back to report to Ji Luo. She saw her sitting in front of the bed and crying silently.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Master.”

Ji Luo wiped his tears and smiled. “Jiajia called me Mother just now.”

At the same time, Song Jingchen was caught between laughter and tears as he looked at Shen Yijia, who had wrapped herself in a cocoon and was rolling on the bed.

Afraid that she would faint if she rolled down again, he quickly went forward and pulled her into his arms with the blanket. “What made you so happy? Shen Yijia shook her head, her eyes sparkling. “I’m not happy.”

Song Jingchen chuckled. “You’re grinning from ear to ear. You’re not happy? Then are you very happy?

“Hubby,” Shen Yijia called out unhappily. She deliberately dragged her last word, making Song Jingchen shiver.

“Speak properly. ”

“Hmph, you clearly guessed it, but you still want to tease me.”

Song Jingchen pinched her nose. “Are you that happy?

“Oh, it’s alright.”

No matter what, this was the first time she had called her mother.

She felt a little embarrassed.

Knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Song Jingchen pulled Shen Yijia out of the blanket and sat her down. He helped her adjust her messy clothes before saying, “Come in.” South Wind pushed the door open and entered.

“What’s the matter?” Song Jingchen asked.

“Master, there’s a letter from Great Xia.” As he spoke, he took out two letters.

There was one letter from Madam Li. It was obvious that it was Madam Li’s handwriting.

Jiajia thought, “One husband, two husbands, three, four, five, six, seven, eight husbands.”

Song Jingchen thought, “My wife is too rich. What if she keeps thinking about raising a lot of husbands?”

Ji Luo thought, “Jiajia called me Mother.”

Xuanyuan Ce thought to himself, “Another day of being despised by my wife and daughter.”

Everyone thought to themselves, “You deserve it..”