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 snatch 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 attitude 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 muffled 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.”
