Chapter 67 : Are you terminally ill?

Song Ying and Faer were flipping and drying medicinal herbs in the courtyard when Wen Jun suddenly descended from the sky, startling her so much that she threw the winnowing basket in her hand at him.

The herbs scattered all over Wen Jun’s face and body, with some hanging in his hair. He looked like…

“Young Marquis Wen has grown grass,” Faer exclaimed.

There was a pair of scissors on another dustpan. Song Ying picked them up and asked Wen Jun, “Young Marquis, why did you come here uninvited?”

Wen Jun didn’t care about the weapon in her hand and focused only on plucking herbs from his hair. “Why? Huo Zhen can climb over your wall, but I can’t?”

Song Ying said, “If you’re really that bored, you can go run a few laps around the capital, or take your Left and Right Seals and go have fun in the palace.”

Wen Jun brushed the herbs off his head and walked toward Song Ying. “None of those things are fun. You’re the most interesting person here.”

Song Ying pulled Faer behind her and said, “If you want to play a game where you get stabbed to death with scissors, I can help you with that.”

Wen Jun clicked his tongue. “If Huo Zhen knew you were this cruel, he definitely wouldn’t marry you. Actually, I came to share some good news with you. Want to hear it?”

Song Ying: “Are you terminally ill?”

Wen Jun laughed. “I knew nothing decent ever came out of your mouth.”

Song Ying: “The ivory is growing out of your dog’s head.”

Wen Jun raised his foot to block her path. “Now that I’m here, aren’t you going to treat me to tea?”

Song Ying sighed softly, “Faer, have someone gather the herbs from the ground and put them back.”

Faer glanced at Wen Jun, nodded, and went to fetch help. Soon, the whole courtyard came over.

Wen Jun took in the scene and immediately understood, they were trying to prevent him from doing anything to Song Ying.

Ha, fools. If he really wanted to kill Song Ying, no number of people could stop him.

They entered a nearby tea room. Song Ying made the worst tea available for Wen Jun, handing it to him without even removing the leaves.

Wen Jun held the teacup and shook his head in mock pain. “Song Ying, Song Ying, we’ve known each other for years. Is this really necessary?”

Song Ying: “Very necessary.”

“You brat.” Wen Jun downed the tea in one gulp and licked his lips. “This tea is truly bitter.”

Song Ying: “Young Marquis, can you leave now?”

Wen Jun: “Don’t you want to hear the news?”

Song Ying: “If it’s not about your impending death, then it’s not good news.”

“Such a sharp tongue.” Wen Jun shook his head and changed the topic. “Princess Ziyang nearly caused Song Ruoer to lose her baby. Yue Shaozhi is furious.”

Song Ying already knew this. “Oh.”

Wen Jun: “That’s your reaction?”

Song Ying: “What kind of reaction do you want from me?”

Wen Jun: “You and Princess Ziyang were always at odds. Now that she’s in trouble, you should be happy.”

Song Ying was happy, but listening to Wen Jun chatter on was boring.

“Young Marquis, you’re mistaken. My grudge with Princess Ziyang ended with my divorce. I’m just a commoner now. Royal affairs have nothing to do with me.”

Wen Jun snorted. Still pretending.

“Yue Shaozhi nearly lost his child. He was so angry he imprisoned Princess Ziyang and her husband for trial and plans to charge them with bribery. Tsk.”

Song Ying: “She’s a prince’s daughter after all. She’ll just get a slap on the wrist.”

“Song Ying, how can you be so indifferent?”

Wen Jun grinned maliciously. “That’s Yue Shaozhi’s child. If I don’t make Yue Miaoxi suffer a lesson she’ll never forget, then anyone could bully Song Ruoer in the future, right?”

“I’m afraid this child might die before it’s even born… well… if it does, Yue Shaozhi will definitely go even crazier than me. Hahahaha.”

Song Ying didn’t want to watch this lunatic get high on his own madness. “Drink that tea and go. I still have work to do.”

Wen Jun looked at the servants in the yard. They were pretending to be busy, but in fact, their eyes were all on him.

As long as he did anything to harm Song Ying, they would turn into wild beasts and pounce on him, even if it meant their own destruction.

Song Ying truly had a group of fiercely loyal servants.

Wen Jun turned to look at Song Ying and saw that she had lowered her head, lost in thought.

“Song Ying, how about I go to your father’s house tomorrow to ask for your hand in marriage?”

Song Ying had been distracted, watching an ant crawl onto the tea table. When she heard Wen Jun’s words, she suddenly raised her head. Her expression showed neither surprise nor anger. “My father wouldn’t agree.”

In the past, Song Ying would have definitely responded with something like, “I’m already a widow,” but this time, she simply said that Song Jinzhuo wouldn’t approve, something worth pondering.

Wen Jun thought for a moment and suddenly asked, “Did you sleep with Huo Zhen?”

Song Ying shot back, “Didn’t you plant someone beside me? Go ask that person.”

Wen Jun leaned forward, resting his face on his right hand, and looked at Song Ying intently. “But I want to hear it from you. Where did Huo Zhen touch you?”

He raised his left hand and traced the air in front of her face. “Did he kiss your face first…”

His fingers drifted toward his own neck. “Or your collarbone?”

Then moved lower, toward the waist. “Did he lift your skirt and go straight to—”

Bang!

A cup of cold tea splashed directly onto Wen Jun’s face.

“Pfft—hahaha… HAHAHAHAHA…”

Wen Jun wiped the tea from his face and burst into crazed laughter. “Song Ying, you’re angry. I haven’t seen you like this in a long time. It’s great…”

Song Ying suppressed the fury in her eyes, stood up, and walked away.

Faer and the others saw this. Faer was about to step forward to ask what had happened, but Song Ying grabbed her wrist first. In a rushed whisper, she said, “Go. Go tell everyone to leave. Disperse immediately!”

Receiving the order, everyone quickly scattered from the courtyard, leaving Wen Jun alone in the tea room, staring blankly.

Wen Jun didn’t go after her. He just sat on the couch, gazing at the teacup that had been spilled. After a while, he licked the remaining tea from his fingertips and muttered, “Truly awful tea.”

Song Ying took Faer out of Xiaohanju and headed straight for an inn. She ordered three dishes and had lunch there.

Faer asked, “Miss, were you scared just now?”

Song Ying replied, “Yes.”

She was truly angry and truly afraid.

After flinging the tea at Wen Jun, she immediately regretted it.

If that lunatic really lost it, he could have strangled her right then and there.

She wasn’t prepared to fight back.

Faer asked, “If the Young Marquis comes to his senses, will he destroy our house?”

Song Ying swallowed and said uncertainly, “I don’t think so…”

Faer said, “If the Young Marquis smashes the house, we can go to the marquis’s mansion and ask the old marquis for compensation. Then we can buy a bigger Xiaohanju.”

Song Ying laughed, “You’re still the clever one.”

After finishing her meal in no rush, Song Ying still didn’t dare go back to Xiaohanju.

As for that lunatic Wen Jun, he might actually stay there overnight.

Faer pointed to the street and said, “Miss, look, doesn’t that young man on horseback look familiar? He seems to be the one who came to our house before… His name is… Huo Ran? General Huo’s second brother?”

Song Ying looked up. Sure enough, it was Huo Ran.

Huo Ran was riding slowly down the street, glancing back at the carriage behind him every so often, as if making sure it hadn’t fallen behind.

Faer whispered, “Miss, there’s a woman in the carriage. I saw her silhouette.”