Chapter 277: Shangguan Yu’s Gift

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Jingchen didn’t expect Shangguan Han to be so poor. He walked around and chose a famous calligraphy treasure and an inkstone before coming out.

Thinking of something, he looked at Shangguan Han. “Let’s go to your study.”

Shangguan Han pursed his lips. “Cousin…”

Since he was young, he had a habit of putting everything he liked in the study. If he didn’t like it, he would throw it into the private warehouse. Song Jingchen knew this.

Song Jingchen didn’t say anything and only looked at him quietly.

Shangguan Han’s face fell. He resigned himself to fate and led the way to the study.

This wasn’t the first time Song Jingchen had come to his study, so he already knew the layout of the room.

After entering, he went straight to the rack and took down the most eye-catching long box.

Seeing what he was holding, Shangguan Han’s eyelids twitched. He ran forward to s.n.a.t.c.h it back. “Cousin, this won’t do.”

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows. Actually, he didn’t know what was inside, but he knew Shangguan Han too well. The more he liked something, the more conspicuous it was.

This problem had yet to be corrected.

Initially, he would put it back if it wasn’t suitable. However, Shangguan Han’s unyielding att.i.tude made him curious.

He dodged Shangguan Han’s hand and opened the box first. Inside was a good rice brush.

Song Jingchen frowned. He didn’t remember Shangguan Hanxi liking this thing. He had once said that it was fine as long as the brush could write.

Instead, it was someone else who liked things like this.

He narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, “Who gave this to you?”

He didn’t like to write, but he treasured it. It had to do with the person who gave him the brush.

Shangguan Han shrank his neck and stood still like a child who had done something wrong. He said in a m.u.f.fled voice, “Second Brother gave it to me when I left the capital. I was in a bad mood and got angry at him. I regretted it after that.”

“I thought that if we had the chance to meet in the future, I could use it to apologize to Second Brother.”

As expected.

Song Jingchen sneered and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll meet again.”

He covered the box again, but he had no intention of returning it. He pulled Shen Yijia away.

“Cousin, I-”

Song Jingchen paused for a moment and said coldly, “I’ll return it in a few days.”

Shangguan Han quickly waved his hand. “That’s not what I meant. I wanted to say that if you like it, you can take it.”

However, Song Jingchen didn’t turn around.

“Is Cousin angry with me?” Shangguan Han muttered. He still couldn’t figure it out. It was just a rice pen. It wasn’t like he wasn’t willing to part with it.

Butler Wan sighed and shook his head. He shouldn’t have interrupted his master’s matters, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He said earnestly, “Your Highness, you just have to remember that Young Master will never harm you.”

After the Prince had arrived in Xunyang City, if not for his cousin’s protection, he would have lost his life long ago.

It had to be known that at that time, Young Master’s legs had yet to recover. He probably could not even take care of himself.

Some people didn’t say anything, but they did everything.

The moon was bright and the surroundings were silent. Only their footsteps echoed in his ears.

Although Song Jingchen was still protecting her as carefully as before, Shen Yijia could clearly feel that he was in a bad mood.

She turned around and stole a glance at Song Jingchen, but she held back from asking.

After returning to the residence, Song Jingchen looked at the calligraphy paper and inkstone in Thirty Thousand’s hands and instructed, “Send these two to the Liu residence tomorrow.”

“Huh? For Liu Piaopiao?” Shen Yijia was surprised. Why would he give her a gift for no reason?

Song Jingchen rubbed her head and explained, “It’s for Old Master Liu. Their residence has treated you well for a long time. We should give them something in return.”

Shen Yijia immediately understood. To put it simply, he was paying back what she had mooched off Liu Piaopiao.

She wanted to say that she had given them two potatoes, but she felt a little guilty. She thought about it and said, “Then I’ll make some potato cakes and send them over.”

The two of them retreated.

When she returned to her room, Shen Yijia saw that Song Jingchen had casually thrown the box containing the writing brush on the desk. He didn’t look like he liked it.

She walked to the desk and placed her hands on it. She leaned forward and whispered to Song Jingchen, “Hubby, is there something wrong with this brush?”

Song Jingchen paused and shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Then why?” He looked so scary earlier.

Song Jingchen saw through her thoughts and smiled. “I was just scaring him.”

Shen Yijia clearly did not believe him. She puffed up her cheeks and guessed, “Do you think there’s something wrong with Shangguan Yu? Then why didn’t you tell Shangguan Han directly?”

Song Jingchen reached out and pulled Shen Yijia into his arms. Instead of answering her question, he asked, “If someone told you that I’m not a good person and wanted to harm you, what would you do?”

He didn’t know what Shangguan Yu was like, but it wasn’t as it seemed.

Shen Yijia frowned without thinking. She clenched her fists and gestured in front of Song Jingchen. “Of course I’m going to beat him up.”

Song Jingchen was stunned for a moment before chuckling. “What if Lin Shao told you to be more wary of Bruiser? Would you believe him?”

Shen Yijia blinked, not understanding why the two of them were involved. After thinking for a moment, she shook her head. “I know the two of them. If Lin Shao said that, it must be a misunderstanding between the two of them.”

Song Jingchen stopped smiling and muttered, “That’s right. You’ve only been with them for a short time.”

“However, some of the people around him grew up with him.”

Shen Yijia suddenly understood what Song Jingchen meant.

Was he afraid that she would not understand if he said it directly because she was too stupid?

However, in comparison, Shangguan Han didn’t believe Song Jingchen, which made her even angrier.

She didn’t think that what Song Jingchen said just now was just an a.s.sumption. It hadn’t happened yet.

“Only those who are familiar with him know that Shangguan Han has two bad habits. One is that he likes to put his precious things in the study, and the other is that he likes to bite the top of his pen when he’s thinking about something.”

Song Jingchen suddenly added.

Shen Yijia narrowed her eyes.

The night pa.s.sed uneventfully.

When Shen Yijia woke up the next day, Song Jingchen was no longer in the residence.

She let Mo Yuan help her wash up with sleepy eyes. She sat in front of the dressing table and dozed off, letting Mo Yuan brush her hair.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met a distorted face in the bronze mirror.

Shen Yijia was so frightened that she fell backward. Fortunately, Mo Yuan supported her from behind and prevented her from falling.

“My lady.”

Mo Yuan’s voice was as calm and emotionless as ever, but it sounded sinister to Shen Yijia.

She turned her neck stiffly, still lacking the courage to look back at the person behind her.

“Mo Yuan, tell me who caused your death. I’ll definitely avenge you. You can go in peace.” Her voice was still a little teary.

No one knew that the fearless Shen Yijia was most afraid of ghosts because she could not hit them.

Mo Yuan was speechless.

“Miss, I’m not dead.”

“Huh?” Shen Yijia turned around.

The corners of Mo Yuan’s mouth twitched. Shen Yijia was shocked. She reached out with her trembling index finger and placed it under Mo Yuan’s nose.

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