"I've grown a memory," Ye Song raised his face and squinted his eyes, pointed to his face and neck, "Look, isn't this a proof? It will take a few days to get better," Su Chen's face darkened, and she said again, "But I was wrong about this first, let's reimburse my sister here."

Nan Shu smiled awkwardly and said, "It's my sister who didn't do well enough."

"I heard that the price you want to change in the yard must be approved by the prince," Ye Song said while eating, and his eating style was quite gentle. "I want to change a set of furniture, so please allow the prince to approve it."

"What do you want furniture to do?" Su Chen asked.

"I want to move to the bedroom, so the original one cannot be used." Ye Song said nothing.

Su Chen frowned deeply. Ye Song looked carefully and actually looked very beautiful with his frowning. His eyes were very beautiful, his nose was straight, and his outline was very clear. He had an overwhelming advantage by just standing in front of him.

Su Chen felt Ye Song's inquiring gaze, and drooped his eyes and avoided it with disgust. He picked up food for Nanshu, and asked casually: "What are you doing when moving the bedroom?"

"Because it's dirty."

Nan Shu paused his hand with chopsticks. Su Chen looked over and saw Ye Song lowering his eyes and covering his eyes. He left a half-smile smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Ye Song finally took a sip of soup and kicked the seat and stood up, explaining: "Sister, don't get it wrong. Our Peiqing is a lazy person. She doesn't clean the bedroom with a thick layer of dust. It's very dirty. The furniture is old, so it doesn't matter if you want to change a new one? My sister is favored by the prince. I guess she won't mind furniture or something, right?"

Nan Shu looked at Su Chen innocently, shook his hand comfortably, and said, "Prince?"

Su Chen was silent for a while before he said coldly: "From tomorrow, we will rebuild furniture, style and material for the princess to follow the princess's preferences. In the future, these trivial matters are not necessary to report to me directly to Mrs. Nan. Also, from then on, Mrs. Nan is weak and does not have to greet the princess when she sees the princess, nor does she have to pay tribute to the princess every day."

Ye Songru said without any trouble: "Since the prince is so impatient to undermine my princess's mistress's right to improve the status of Mrs. Nan, it would be better to let her be the princess."

The next day, the craftsman came to the mansion to create furniture for Ye Song. The drawings and styles he gave were all the latest. Ye Song felt that they were very good, so he asked the craftsman to measure the size of the house and then put them over. On the day of moving the furniture, the Nanshu of the weak willow and Fufeng came over, and the wood chips in the yard were flying, and she coughed as soon as she came in.

Ye Song smiled and said, "It's very dirty here. It's rare for my sister to come over. Seeing that my sister is so uncomfortable, go outside quickly. If the clothes are dirty, it will be bad."

Nan Shu pinched his handkerchief and placed it between his mouth and nose, and smiled softly: "Thank you for your concern, sister. I'm not in the way. I just want to come and see if there is anything that can be helped." She walked gently in the yard, and the messy wood was placed on the ground and it was not easy to walk around. She sent her maid Ling Yue to help Pei Qing clean, and she smiled a few words to Ye Song.

While speaking, Nan Shu didn't pay attention to her feet, and suddenly tripped by the wood. He let out a low voice and rushed forward. This was awesome. In addition to the wood, there were many iron nails scattered on the ground, and she had to poke a few holes into her shattered skin.

"Miss!" Ling Yue's face turned pale and exclaimed.

When that was the case, Ye Song quickly looked and immediately reached out to grab her. With his arm pulling hard, he put his other hand on Nan Shu's waist and hugged her. However, Ye Song had never done anything to save the beauty of a hero. After Nan Shu was pulled back, as his soft body pressed over, Ye Song himself was pressed to the ground.

The sharp iron nails sneaked into Ye Song's buttocks and back. She immediately took a breath.

"Sister! Are you okay with your sister?" Nan Shu was panicked and quickly pulled Ye Song up, with many iron nails nailed on his back.

Seeing this, Pei Qing hurried over and snatched Ye Song's hand from Nanshu and was so scared that his hands were trembling and asked, "Miss, how about it?"

Ye Song frowned and asked, "Did I have something nailed on my back?"

Pei Qing saw it and burst into tears. Ye Song said, "It's okay, pull it off for me."

Pei Qing trembled and pulled out her hands one by one. Every time she pulled out one, the dot-like blood stains were soaked in plain clothes. Nan Shu saw the blood and couldn't stand steadily. Ling Yue steadily supported her so that she would not faint again.

This time Pei Qing learned his lesson, tried his best to endure his anger and said in a stiff voice: "There are many things here. If you hurt your wife's body, the prince will feel distressed again. Please come back, please."

"Sister's injury..." Nanshu Qiqi Ai Ai was worried and cried several times, "It's all my fault. I can't even walk steadily, which made my sister suffer for nothing."

Ye Song gritted his teeth and endured the scorching pain on his back and said, "It's no big deal, just apply some medicine. My sister is really a water-made person. She is so delicate that she can't withstand the slightest damage. The prince just likes someone like her who can't even walk steadily. If she wants to leave, I won't be able to send her away here."

Nanshu nodded slightly to Ye Song, turned around and left gracefully.
Chapter completed!