Chapter 3: The Poisonous Wine of the Wedding Night Do you know Ning Caichen?

  The maid helped me into the room. Hmm, not bad, it's big and spacious. The decor is also very good.

  "What's your name?" I asked.

  "Slave Xiaoqian." she said.

  "Xiao Qian... ah? Xiao Qian!" I almost jumped up and grabbed her: "Do you know Ning Cai Chen?"

  "Peace, Ning Zaichen?"

  "Your husband!" I pointed out the way.

  "Madam, I am still unmarried." said Xia Qian with her head lowered and a hint of shyness.

  Coquettish, little girl is still shy.

  "Xiao Qian, tell your wife how old you are this year?"

  Fourteen.

  "What about me?"

  Seventeen!

  Don't be kidding, comrade. What's the concept of seventeen?! Even in ancient times with severe precocity, a 17-year-old girl who would play tricks is also astonishing to me... Uh, although I'm also 17 myself...

  Xiao Qian looked at me with great confusion: The lady was calm and elegant when she woke up earlier, and her speech was the same as before she lost her memory. How could she change completely after just one trip to the room?

  Don't be surprised. I know what the maid behind me is thinking. Can't help but curve my lips into a smile: My true nature, how can it be put on display for you all to see? If one is too high and mighty, they will only bring trouble upon themselves. It's better to be carefree and unbridled. And if you want to take revenge on someone, first you need to lure away anyone who supports them. The taste of being betrayed by others must not be pleasant.

  "By the way, Xia Qian, didn't I have a maid accompanying me?" I suddenly asked.

  "Madam and Prime Minister have already severed their father-daughter relationship, how could there be..." Xiang suddenly realized her mistake and stopped herself.

  "Oh, I see... Xiang, help me prepare some bath water, I want to change out of these clothes." Even if there's no one trustworthy around me, it doesn't matter. As long as I have myself, that's enough.

  ……

  In front of the mirror, a white cheongsam with a wide hem embroidered with pink floral patterns. Her raven-black hair was tied up with a light purple silk ribbon, and a few strands of hair fell naturally on her shoulders, making her skin look even more delicate and pale.

  Looking at this face again, the willow eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon, but they are stained with a faint coldness at the tip of the eyebrow. A pair of beautiful eyes are as black as ink, and one frown or smile is enough to turn the world upside down.

  She's indeed a beauty. With such beauty, she must also have a strong competitive spirit. No wonder she didn't mind cutting ties with her father to marry the man of her dreams. And since Ying Miao Yu had been plotting to kill her, she must have done something to hurt Ying Miao Yu as well.

  With this much deliberation, I can guess eight or nine out of ten. It should be that Mo Yu has someone he likes, but because of me, they can't be together. No wonder he hates me so much. However, this won't make me go easy on him. Out of my own instincts, I don't allow anyone to hurt me for any reason.

  "See you, madam." said Xia Qian as she entered the house and paid her respects.

  "Oh, Qianqian, you're here!" Her eyes sparkled with clarity, her smile sweet and untainted by any impurities.

  Xiao Qian got goosebumps all over her body. Qian...

  "Qianqian, don't be so formal in the future. After all, we'll be together every day from now on. There's no need to bow when it's just us. Also, it would be better if you referred to yourself as 'I', otherwise it sounds strange to me. If you can't get used to it for a while, then just call yourself 'Little Qian' for now. You'll get used to it eventually." I adjusted my collar in front of the mirror. Of course, I didn't see the flash of cleverness that passed through Little Qian's eyes when she heard me say this.