"Princess. "
Lu Zhiyao came in and immediately felt the tense atmosphere between Song Qian and Song Tan.
He naturally smiled and walked to Song Tan's side. He took out a fragrant bag from his arms and handed it to Xia Ling.
The shoulders of the black robe were mostly wet from the rain, and the hair on Lu Zhiyao's temples was also wet. However, when men were smiling, that gentle and doting look was enough to make any woman in this world.. Instantly, she became jealous of this woman whom he treated so gently.
Song Qian's gaze was glued to Lu Zhiyao's body.
"son-in-law, you're here. " Xia Ling was successfully saved by Lu Zhiyao's arrival. She put the incense bag in her hand, stood up, and went to the side to get a handkerchief to help Lu Zhiyao dry the rain on his body.
Her actions were clumsy and serious, as if she had never thought that Lu Zhiyao would be so wet. She could just ask him to change his clothes.
A fool was a fool.
Song Qian's eyes flashed with disdain.
"sister, the Prince Consort is wet. Can't you just ask him to change his clothes? " She said with a smile.
Song Qian's tender voice was particularly lovable in this room.
Lu Zhiyao frowned without batting an eyelid, as if he had just seen Song Qian here.
"greetings, Princess Fukang. " He bowed calmly.
"Rise. " Song Qian coughed. "Prince Consort Lu, you are sister Fuyu's Prince Consort, so you are equivalent to my brother-in-law. Sister Fuyu and I are very close, so there's no need for Prince Consort Lu to treat me as an outsider. "
Lu Zhiyao: "We still have to respect each other. "
Xia Ling stood beside him, still rubbing Lu Zhiyao's shoulder with a handkerchief.
It was normal for a fool not to know the ways of the world.
However, the more Song Qian looked at Lu Zhiyao, the happier she became. Looking at Song Tan behind him, Song Qian's heart was filled with countless jealousy bubbles.
What was so good about Song Tan If she didn't have the biological mother of a noble consort, how could a fool like her be able to become a Fuma like Lu Zhiyao.
The world was really unfair. They gave her a transmigration identity, but they didn't give her any space or anything.
Song Qian felt uncomfortable. In the room, Xia Ling did not speak, and no one spoke to Song Qian.
Lu Zhiyao turned around and lowered his head to say something to Xia Ling, who was helping him wipe his clothes.
The couple was harmonious and beautiful, and Song Qian stood there as if she was an outsider.
"sister, why is brother-in-law back in the middle of the day? " Song Qian smiled and stood up.
She did not treat herself as an outsider at all. She stood up and went to the side to Pour Lu Zhiyao a cup of tea.
"brother-in-law, drink some tea to warm up your body. "
Lu Zhiyao's eyes darkened when he saw the warm tea being served in front of Lu Zhiyao.
"thank you, Princess, " he said flatly.
When Lu Zhiyao took the teacup, his slightly cold fingers brushed across his palm.
Lu Zhiyao suddenly looked over. His gaze met Song Qian's eyes, which were filled with a deep meaning and a faint smile.
Lu Zhiyao had just taken the teacup. He let go of it expressionlessly.
The teacup immediately fell and more than half of it wet song Qian's skirt. The teacup shattered on the ground and hot water splashed.
Lu Zhiyao blocked a large amount of hot water in front of Xia Ling, and Song Qian screamed.
She was wearing a thin dress from early summer, and it couldn't block any hot water at all. More than half of it fell on her leg, as if the tea had fallen directly on her leg.
Song Qian sucked in a breath, and her face turned pale from the pain. The palace maid immediately helped her deal with it, but she couldn't lift up her dress. Her leg must have been burned red, and it was hot and painful.