Chapter 949: Side Story – Liu Jinbao VS Song Jinghuan (1)

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Shen Yijia’s urging to get married was a wake-up call for Song Jinghuan. She recalled that she had indeed been too close to Liu Jinbao in the past few years.

She slapped her forehead in frustration. Even her sister-in-law had misunderstood. It seemed that she had to stay away from that kid in the future.

Anyway, he was familiar with Chang’an now. Even without her protection, no one would dare to bully him.

Just as she thought this, a maidservant walked in. “Miss, Second Young Master sent someone to say that Young Master Liu is here and wants you to go over.”

Song Jinghuan subconsciously wanted to walk out, but he thought of something and leaned back on the soft couch. She waved her hand and said, “No, no. I’m an unmarried girl. How would I look if I went to see a man who isn’t family?”

The maidservant looked at her as if she had seen a ghost. Miss was clearly right, but why did the words “lady” sound so awkward coming from her mouth? Song Jinghuan rolled her eyes. “Why are you looking at me? Go and reply.”

The maidservant smiled awkwardly. “Yes.”

“Wait.”

The maidservant looked at her in confusion.

Song Jinghuan pursed her lips. “By the way, find out why he came to the residence today. Don’t let anyone know that I asked.”

The maidservant found this awkward, but she did not dare to ask further.

About 15 minutes later, she ran back, panting. “Miss, Young Master Liu seems to be here to bid farewell today.”

Song Jinghuan paused. “Farewell?”

“That’s right. When I went over, I happened to see Second Young Master sending Young Master Liu out. I also heard Second Young Master say something about having a safe trip and taking care of himself…’

At the entrance of the Duke’s residence, a servant was waiting with two horses.

When he saw Liu Jinbao come out, he quickly went up to him. “Young Master.”

Liu Jinbao nodded and took the reins from the servant. He cupped his hands at

Song Jinghao. “Brother Jinghao, please go back.”

Song Jinghao patted his shoulder and comforted him. “Life and death, everything is decided by the heavens. Don’t be too sad.”

Liu Jinbao forced a smile. “I know.”

He glanced in the direction of the Duke’s residence’s door without a trace. He did not see the figure he wanted to see and could not help but feel disappointed.

After this farewell, he did not know what would happen next time he came to Chang’an.

“Young Master, it’s getting late. We should leave,” the servant reminded him.

Liu Jinbao retracted his gaze and got on his horse. “Brother Jinghao, goodbye.”

Song Jinghao cupped his hands in return. “Take care.”

As soon as the master and servant left, Song Jinghuan arrived. Seeing Song Jinghao standing alone at the door, she asked, “Second Brother, where’s Liu

Jinbao?”

Song Jinghao glanced at her. “Old Master Liu is seriously ill. He needs to rush back to Qingping Town to see him one last time.”

Song Jingchen opened her mouth.

Song Jinghao sighed. “He’s on the official road. If you take the small path, you can meet him at Ten Miles Slope.”

The two of them were twins who had been together since they were born. It was no exaggeration to say that they could tell what the other party was thinking with just one look and action.

Even his sister-in-law could tell that Sister Huan treated Liu Jinbao differently, so how could Song Jinghao not tell?

Fortunately, apart from his poor family background, Liu Jinbao’s personality was fine.

Moreover, with the current status of the Duke’s residence, it did not matter

who she married. His background was not important at all.

Song Jinghuan wanted to retort, but before she could say anything, the servant had already brought her horse over.

Song Jinghuan puffed up her cheeks. “We’re friends. If I don’t send him off, I’ll look petty.”

It was rare for Song Jinghao to see her like this, so he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Second Brother!” Song Jinghuan glared at him.

“Alright, go quickly. If you don’t go now, you won’t make it in time.”

Song Jinghao never expected that the girl would follow him to Qingping Town.

Looking at the note that the merchant had handed over on Sister Huan’s behalf, Song Jinghao’s forehead throbbed. The scene of Madam Li nagging at him after covering for that girl and letting her go to the battlefield back then appeared in his mind.

He stood up from his chair and walked into the study. He quickly packed up the books he usually read and walked out. He happened to meet Bruiser, who was looking for him, at the entrance of the courtyard.

“Brother Hao, where are you going?” Bruiser stopped him.

“You came at the right time. Don’t you have a small residence in the south of the city? Give me the key. I’ll stay there for a while.”

Bruiser took the key from his waist and handed it to him. He asked curiously, “Why are you staying there for no reason?”

There were two shops in the south of the city. Bruiser would sleep there when it was too late to come back, so there was no need to clean it up before Song Jinghao went there.

Song Jinghao said without blushing or panting, “The imperial examination is coming soon. It’s quiet there and suitable for me to study.”

With his brain, there was no need for this. Besides, no one in the residence would disturb him. Bruiser didn’t believe him at all. He wanted to ask, but Song Jinghao said, “I’m not talking to you anymore. There’s a note on my desk. Help me take it and pass it to my mother.”

Without waiting for Bruiser to speak again, he left in a hurry with the servant, as if he was being chased by a ghost.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the lake tonight,” Bruiser muttered and went to his study in resignation.

Song Jinghuan had no idea that she had burdened her second brother so much that he didn’t dare to return home. At that moment, she was traveling with Liu Jinbao.

A month and a half later, three people arrived at Qingping Town..

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