Chapter 1289 Let go, it hurts!

Su Yan returned to her guest room, stretched, turned into a little white mouse, and prepared to rest for a while.

Xiaomei is now controlling her body and will automatically convert the natural resources and treasures in the space into nutrients needed by the fetus.

Basically she was in a deep sleep, so her mind and spirit always felt drowsy.

But just as she lay down, there was a knock on the door.

"The Duke is waiting for Miss Su in the carriage." A familiar voice sounded.

"Song Zhuo?" She had originally wanted to get enough sleep before looking for him, but she didn't expect him to take the initiative to look for her first.

Su Yan looked at the person outside the door. It was Song Zhuo's attendant Ziqian. "You."

Ziqian was not in the guest room where the crime occurred, so he did not know that Su Yan was the 'Auntie Su'. Especially after seeing her appearance, he was so shocked that it was difficult to associate the two of them together.

"Miss Su?"

"Let's go."

Ziqian led the way and brought Su Yan to Song Zhuo's carriage.

"Get in the car." Song Zhuo lifted the car window curtain and said to Su Yan, then put it down again.

Su Yan glanced at Ziqian who had prepared a footstool for her, and paused before getting on the carriage.

Entering the carriage, it was very spacious, like an exquisite and luxurious little room. Song Zhuo sat on the couch, his back leaning against an embroidered pillow, holding a thick file in his hand, reading it with a frown.

"Let's go back to the Duke's Mansion first." Song Zhuo said without raising his head.

"Yes." Ziqian responded.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Su Yan sat down opposite Song Zhuo, reached out and took an orange from the fruit plate on the table in the car to eat.

It was not sweet and a little sour, not as delicious as the tangerines that Zhu Sanlang specially cultivated for her. It was a pity that she didn't bring the space ring with her, as she had stored a lot of them in it.

"Do you want more?" After eating two pieces, Su Yan couldn't eat any more. It was really difficult to live frugally for such a picky person.

Song Zhuo glanced at the oranges she had left over and said, "If you don't like it, you can throw it away."

"It would be such a waste to throw them away. The fruit farmers have worked so hard to grow them. Come on, open your mouth and show off." Su Yan peeled the remaining oranges and handed them to his mouth.

Song Zhuo looked at her hand with disdain.

Su Yan understood what he meant and clenched her hands suddenly. The orange turned into orange juice, dripping onto his purple and ochre official robe with a crane emblem.

"You!" Song Zhuo frowned, "How dare you!"

"I'm telling you, I came here to suppress my anger." Su Yan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands. "As for why, you'll know later. You'd better..."

The sound stopped suddenly!

Su Yan's slender neck was pinched by a cold, white, strong, slender hand, and a cold, intimidating voice said, "You'd better tell me the truth. Who are you and why did you come to me?"

Su Yan curled her lips and smiled, "Are you already broken? I thought you were very patient."

The hand that was pinching her neck slowly tightened...as if warning her not to provoke him again!

"You keep jumping back and forth between the death penalty and suspended death sentence! You are very good!" Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo with a smile.

Song Zhuo stared at her closely and saw that she was still calm and could continue to threaten him, as if she had some trump card that he didn't know about that made her so confident.

He slowly loosened his hand, "Who are you?"

"Don't you call me auntie? Call me auntie again and I will tell you." Su Yan touched her neck.

Song Zhuo looked at the slender neck with red marks left by his pinching, "Is it because of this that you hold such a grudge against her?"

Su Yan nodded, "Yes, I am very narrow-minded and cannot tolerate even a little sand."

"Sir, we have arrived at the Duke's Mansion." Ziqian replied and stopped the carriage.

Song Zhuo said to Su Yan, "Get out of the car."

"what?"

"You stay in the Duke's Mansion for the time being."

"I'm living well in the inn, why should I stay in your Duke's Mansion?" Su Yan stood up after saying this.

Suddenly the carriage moved, and she lost her balance and crashed into the carriage...but ended up falling into an embrace that exuded the fragrance of agarwood.

Song Zhuo acted in time and pulled her into his arms.

Su Yan was stunned and looked up at him.

Song Zhuo's gaze also fell on her face, and suddenly... the face that had always been blurry in his mind had clear features, it was her!

"It's you!" The deep black pupils lit up instantly.

Su Yan was puzzled.

Song Zhuo closed his eyes, "Su Yan..."

"Yeah." Su Yan looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhuo's hands suddenly tightened and locked her waist.

Su Yan could sense that he was trying his best to hide something, "Let go, it hurts!"

Song Zhuo slowly released her waist and said, "Go down first."

Su Yan rubbed her waist, "You're so strong, it hurts me."

"...I'm sorry." Song Zhuo looked at her with a complicated and confused look, which finally turned into a kind of decisiveness.

Su Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him and turned to leave the car.

As soon as she pushed open the door of the carriage, she saw Ziqian's unnaturally red face... Thinking about what she and Song Zhuo said, it did make people imagine something ambiguous.

Outside the carriage, a woman dressed in gorgeous and elegant clothes looked at her with a pale face.

Her delicate and beautiful facial features are surprisingly similar to Su Yan's.

Su Yan looked down at the woman, then jumped lightly off the carriage and walked back the way she came.

She was about to go back to the inn, but she didn't know when Jian came back.

"Where are you going?" Song Zhuo also got off the carriage, caught up with Su Yan in a few steps, and grabbed her arm.

Su Yan replied: "I'm going back to the inn."

"I said, you have to stay in the Duke's Mansion." Song Zhuo stared at her face.

Su Yan looked at Lin Wanyang, "That's your wife, right? Did you see her expression? You made her feel uneasy."

"She is not my wife." Song Zhuo denied directly.

"Not your wife?" Su Yan was surprised, but Lin Wanyang looked so elegant and gorgeous that she must be the wife of the Duke.

Ziqian replied: "This is the concubine of Duke Song's mansion."

A concubine is a noble concubine, not a wife.

The Duke of Song's mansion had no official wife, and all the chores were handled by Lin Wanyang. Outsiders and servants in the mansion called Lin Wanyang Madam, which was also a flattering title.

Lin Wanyang lowered her head, hiding her pale and shocked expression, and knelt down to greet Song Zhuo, "I respectfully welcome the Duke back to the mansion. Who is this sister?"

"Su Yan, arrange for her to move into the mansion and live in...Danqing Courtyard." Song Zhuo slowly released Su Yan's arm.

Su Yan glanced at him and continued walking forward, showing no interest in his Duke's Mansion.

"Su Yan! Either go to the Duke's Mansion or follow me to the Dali Temple." Song Zhuo couldn't tell why, but ever since that face became clear and turned into Su Yan's, his heart seemed to be shackled by something!

She took a few short steps, and it was as if she was stepping on the tip of his heart, causing waves of stinging and burning, and even breathing became suffocating and unbearable!

"Go to Dali Temple?" Su Yan thought of the painting and vase in the inn. "Then give me the painting and vase, and I will go with you."

"Okay." Song Zhuo responded, as long as she stayed.