Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Shameless

"Jiang Lingzhou?" Ye Wanwan's eyes widened. Wasn't the young man in front of her Jiang Lingzhou who bumped into her in Tianchan Temple in the past?

Ye Wanwan remembered that he said that he was a distant relative of hers, and he should have been invited to come today.

But why did he scare her every time he appeared?

Seeing her look of astonishment, Jiang Lingzhou hurriedly explained: "Just now a naughty boy threw a Cuju over and it got hung on the branch. I was afraid that it would fall and hit someone, so I took it down."

"Young Master is really agile." Ye Wanwan forced a smile.

Jiang Lingzhou suddenly took a step closer and lowered his voice: "Yesterday I overheard my father and mother say that they wanted to ask you to get married. You old stubborn man, you better be careful." After he finished speaking, he crossed his chest and clicked his tongue, quite dissatisfied.

Ye Wanwan sighed helplessly. Sure enough, what was supposed to come still came.

"Thank you for your reminder, young master." She nodded slightly, her tone calm, but her heart was already surging with waves. After saying that, she turned around and continued to walk towards the side hall.

In the side hall, the fragrance of powder filled the air, and the laughter of the girls was as clear and melodious as a nightingale. When Ye Wanwan stepped into the hall, the noble ladies turned their heads to look at her, their eyes full of smiles, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"Everyone, don't be restrained, just call me Wanwan." She smiled slightly and sat down on the main couch naturally.

The young ladies had no interest in the government and the imperial examinations. They were sitting together, discussing the current popular rouge and jewelry with great interest.

"I used Zhang's cherry powder cream yesterday. The fragrance was sweet but not greasy, and it lasted for a long time." Miss Liu said proudly, her eyes full of boasting.

"Oh, haven't you heard? It is said that there are hallucinogenic ingredients in his cream. If you use it too much, you will become sleepy." Another young lady immediately took over, with a bit of worry in her tone.

"No wonder I always feel weak these days. It turns out that this ointment is to blame. I dare not use it again."

Ye Wanwan listened to their conversation, thinking about the engagement in her mind, and was a little absent-minded. Just as she was about to join the topic, she suddenly noticed a burning gaze staring at her. She turned her head and saw a young lady looking at her expectantly. Seeing the two looking at each other, she excitedly said: "

Excuse me, young lady, do you still remember me?"

Ye Wanwan was slightly startled, and looked at the other person carefully. She felt that she was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her. She hesitated for a moment, but finally shook her head.

"Tianchan Temple, Land God Temple." The young lady reminded again.

Ye Wanwan had an ominous thought: No way, no way, no way. She was calm on the surface, but she was uneasy inside, and sweat broke out on her palms.

Seeing that the person in front of him was still confused, Song Ci got straight to the point: "We met in the land temple two months ago. I am Song Ci, the second lady of the Grand Secretary's Mansion."

Ye Wanwan was shocked. The land fairy had clearly erased her memory, so why could she still remember?

Ye Wanwan's heart was in turmoil, but

her face remained calm. Pretending to be thoughtful, she said, "Miss Song, could it be that... you recognized the wrong person? I have never been to any land temple, let alone have any intersection with Miss Song." After saying that, Ye Wanwan turned around hurriedly and left the side hall in a hurry. Her heartbeat was as deafening as a drum, and a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out of her palms, fearing that he would say something weird.

Song Ci actually remembered her, remembered the land temple, and might even remember the conversation between the land fairy and her! How is this possible? Did the land fairy's magic fail? Or... is there something special about Song Ci?

"Miss Ye, are you okay?" Song Ci's voice came from behind, with some concern.

She forced a smile and turned to look at Song Ci: "Thank you Miss Song for your concern. I'm fine. I just feel a little stuffy in my chest and came out to breathe."

Song Ci stared at her with a burning gaze, and said with a certainty: "Are you a fairy? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Ye Wanwan was frightened by her direct words and was at a loss for words. She hurriedly denied: "What are you talking about, Miss Song? How could I be a fairy?"

Song Ci was relentless and said innocently: "Then why did I see Miss Ye talking to herself in front of the land, saying something like Dragon King, Fairy, etc.?"

Talking to herself? Good guy, it turns out that the land fairy only erased the memory of him.

She suppressed the panic in her heart, frowned and asked in a puzzled manner: "What Dragon King? What fairy? Miss Song, are you confused?"

Song Ci believed in ghosts and gods since she was a child, and she was sure that what she saw and heard was not an illusion. She had determined that Ye Wanwan was the reincarnation of a fairy, but she just didn't want to reveal her identity. So, she didn't point it out, but followed Ye Wanwan's words, pretending to be innocent:

"That may be what I dreamed about. However, it is also our fate to dream about Miss Ye."

Hearing this, Ye Wanwan felt a little relieved, and the smile on her face became more natural: "Miss Song is really funny. Since it's a dream, don't take it to heart."

The two smiled at each other, as if the conversation just now had never happened, and returned to the side hall together.

The banquet in the mansion was in full swing, with guests gathered, toasting, laughing and talking. On the front seat, Ye Heng and a group of elders sat upright; in the back seat, the young masters and young ladies sat down, some whispered, and some drank.

Song Ci wanted to sit at the same table with Ye Wanwan, but was called away by his brother, so he had to sit beside him in dismay.

Ye Wanwan had no choice but to drink alone. The pear blossom wine tasted sweet and mellow, with a long aftertaste, which made her unable to resist drinking several cups in a row. After a few cups, her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were a little confused.

"Miss, although the pear blossom wine is sweet, it is strong. It is better to drink less." A slender hand suddenly stretched out from the side and gently pressed the wine pot she was about to refill.

Ye Wanwan turned her head and met Qi Youan's deep eyes. There was a bit of concern between his eyebrows and his tone was gentle.

Ye Wanwan didn't care, pushed his hand away and continued to drink.

Seeing that she insisted on doing so, Qi Youan said no more.

He stood up, his eyes like torches, and scanned the guests at the banquet. He looked cold, and there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes, like a lone wolf lurking in the dark night, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The scene of the blood-stained city that year still lingers in his mind. At that time, he was imprisoned by his brother. When he was dying, a man in brocade clothes stepped on his head and said with contempt: "Let's take him."

Qi Youan tried his best to open his eyes, only to see a hideous long scar on the man's face, extending from the corner of his eye to under his eye.

The man talked about the exchange of cities with his brother. Qi Youan learned from their conversation that the man was from Rong State.

Will he be at this banquet? Qi Youan thought to himself, and his eyes swept across the faces of every man at the table one by one, hoping that the man still had a life.

"Whose family are you from?" A clear voice interrupted Qi Youan's thoughts.

He retracted his gaze and turned to look at the person who came, only to see a young man in brocade clothes looking at him with interest. Qi Youan quickly put away the sharpness in his eyes, lowered his eyebrows and bowed respectfully, saying: "Sir, I am just a servant of the Ye Mansion."

Jiang Lingzhou chuckled when he heard this, his eyes wandered over Qi Youan and praised him: "You have a good temperament, not like an ordinary servant."

After saying this, he raised his eyebrows narcissistically and thought: It's just not as good as me.

Qi Youan lowered his eyebrows and replied respectfully: "Sir, you are too kind, I don't deserve it."

Jiang Lingzhou said no more, but squatted beside Ye Wanwan and whispered a few words in her ear. The two of them were very close, as if they were integrated into one in the night.

Qi Youan's eyes involuntarily fell between the two of them, his eyes darkened slightly, and a trace of imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes.

After listening to Jiang Lingzhou's words, Ye Wanwan nodded thoughtfully. Jiang Lingzhou then stretched out his fist, and Ye Wanwan chuckled and also clenched his fist and touched it lightly with his. The two smiled at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Qi Youan looked at Ye Wanwan and Jiang Lingzhou chatting and laughing with cold eyes, thinking: He used to flatter the third prince in every possible way, but now he is close to this kid who came out of nowhere. He really has no restraint at all.

Qi Youan snorted coldly.

He turned his eyes away from the two of them, raised his head and continued to scan the guests at the banquet. However, in the corner of his eye, the figures of the two people were like shadows, lingering.

Qi Youan simply looked up at the sky, making the two figures disappear from his sight completely.

Because these two people are really annoying.

When the banquet was about to end, Jiang Lingzhou quietly left the table to avoid the marriage proposal from the elders in his family, and his figure disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Ye Wanwan also took the opportunity to get up and leave. Jiang Lingzhou whispered in her ear just now, reminding her that after the banquet, the two families would most likely take the opportunity to match them up, and advised her to find a hidden place to hide while everyone was too busy to take care of them, and temporarily avoid the limelight.

Ye Wanwan thought to herself that the hiding place must be a place that no one would easily think of.

While she was thinking, she suddenly saw a maid hurried over, with a panicked look, and whispered: "Miss, when I was counting the goods in the east wing just now, I found that the clothes and jewelry that Miss placed were missing."

The night was hazy, and Ye Wanwan couldn't see the maid's face clearly, but only heard her anxious tone, as if the situation was urgent.

Ye Wanwan said calmly, "Maybe there are too many items and you haven't found it yet. Just go and count them carefully." When

the maid heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. The daughter of the Prime Minister has always cherished gold and silver jewelry. If she heard about this, she would be anxious and go to investigate in person.

But the person in front of her was so calm, which was really abnormal. She was unwilling to give up, and added, "The peony hairpin that the young lady specially prepared for New Year's Eve seems to be missing..."

A hint of coldness flashed in Ye Wanwan's eyes, and she was already alert in her heart. The maid's voice was unfamiliar, and there seemed to be urging in her words. Obviously, she had ulterior motives.

She sneered in her heart, but did not show it on her face. She said lightly, "In this case, I will go with you to take a look."

She wanted to see what this maid was planning.