Prince Marrys into Farming Family

After Wen Niang left, there was only Song Xiangsi and Meng Xiaoyuan left in the room.

The smile on Lovesick's face gradually faded, revealing a look of worry.

She had made such a vicious promise just now in order to stabilize Madam Wen. Song Xiangsi had no doubt that if she could not come up with a solution, she would definitely take her life.

With that in mind, she quickly searched through all the songs and dances she had seen in modern times, as well as the designs of the clothes she had seen in fashion magazines.

However, the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't figure it out. Her mind was in a mess.

Meng Ling Xuan could see the nervousness on her face. He pursed his lips and grabbed her hand. He gently caressed it and asked, "Are you worried?"

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips and nodded in the end, admitting it, "If we can't come up with something, then both of us will die here. It would be a lie to say we're not nervous."

Saying this, she took a deep breath and turned around to look at Meng Ling Xuan. A trace of guilt flashed through her beautiful eyes. "Sorry, I was too rash and dragged you in."

Meng Fangxuan shook his head. He placed her hand in his palm, rubbed it, and chuckled, "You're so smart. You still have so many strange ideas in your head. I believe you'll be able to come up with one."

Listening to his resolute voice, Song Xiangsi could feel the trust in his heart. Warmth welled in her heart, and she pursed her lips before smiling.

The two of them chatted in the room for a while, tearing each other apart. Since it was to make clothes for the visitors, they had to see the layout of the workshop as well as the attitude of the dancers before they could choose a suitable style.

Thinking of this, she and Meng Li Xuan went to find Wen Niang, wanting her to take them for a walk and seek their inspiration.

It was already late at night, and the hall of the Green Chrysanthemum Workshop had gradually quietened down. There were fewer customers, only a few tables were still there. The dancers on the stage had all retreated, leaving only the singers singing in low voices.

Song Xiangsi walked around the building. She found that the girls in the Green Chrysanthemum Workshop could be bought and sold at a clearly marked price. Regardless of whether they were dancers or singers, they all dressed more freely than the other girls in the brothel.

She sighed in her heart. Although Wen Niang's personality was spicy and straightforward, her teachings to the girls were not the slightest bit sloppy.

However, Meng Ling Xuan's thoughts were clearly not on these people. Along the way, his brows were tightly knitted, and he appeared to be preoccupied with something.

The people from Beijing had chased him all the way here. He did not say anything and did not show it on a daily basis, afraid that Song Xiangsi would be worried.

Just as they were turning a corner on the stairs, the corner of Meng Ling Xuan's eye twitched. He keenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing past the window.

With such amazing agility, it was obvious that he had undergone many years of training. Furthermore, he was definitely not someone that the rich families in Li An City could afford to raise.

Apparently, these people were here for him!

Meng Huaxuan pursed his lips. He raised his eyes and looked deeply at Song Xiangsi before slowing down his pace. As he passed by the window, his figure flashed, and he quietly jumped out of the window.

Song Xiangsi and Wen Niang walked side by side and talked to her about the Green Chrysanthemum Workshop, hoping to provide her with some inspiration. Therefore, they did not discover Meng Ling Xuan's departure.

She did not realize that Meng Ling Xuan had not followed her. In the blink of an eye, she saw a muse playing with a lute in front of her. Looking at her slim and graceful figure, an idea suddenly occurred to her.

Each of the movements of the ladies had a certain charm to them, causing her to think of the times of the Republic of China. Those famous young ladies in qipao also had such extraordinary temperament.

In just a few moments, a vague outline appeared in her mind. She was overjoyed, turning around to share her new idea with Meng Ling Xuan, but unexpectedly, there was nothing behind her, not even a shadow of a person.

"Meng Yuan Xuan?" He frowned and called out to her in a testing manner.

Wen Niang also turned around and realized that Meng Ling Xuan was no longer there. Her expression changed abruptly, and when she looked into Song Xiangsi's eyes, there was a faint hint of ill intent within them.

"Where did the man go?" She opened her mouth and narrowed her eyes slightly. Looking at Song Xiangsi's gaze, she scrutinized it and said, "You guys couldn't have come up with some idea, which is why you deceived me and prepared to escape, right?"

After saying that, she waved her hand and exchanged dozens of henchmen downstairs to surround Song Xiangsi.

Song Xiangsi's heart beat like a drum. She also didn't know where Meng Ling Xuanxuan had gone to. She just felt that he had been acting very secretive these past few days, often finding people he couldn't find.

Seeing Wen Niang's cautious appearance, she took a deep breath and explained, "Don't worry, I don't have any intention of running away."

"Presumably, my companion has something to attend to and will have to leave for a while. You have also seen it in the daytime. Actually, even if he is here, you all would not be able to do anything to him."

"So, it shouldn't really matter whether he leaves or not, but I hope that Wen Niang can be at ease. Since I took the initiative to come here, then I'll take out 12% of my sincerity to cooperate with you.

Mistress Wen slightly narrowed her eyes, as if she was considering whether her words were trustworthy or not, but when she saw her calm face, some sort of clear, calm, and unperturbed expression, she still waved her hand and dismissed them.

"Fine, I'll believe you one more time. If you dare to play any tricks, you won't be able to escape from the temple. Even if you manage to leave my Green Chrysanthemum Workshop, your shop will still open in Li An City."

Song Xiangsi smiled gently. "That's the truth." After a moment's thought, she said, "Besides, I've already thought of an idea. I'd like to ask Wen Niang to help me find some ink and paper. I'll draw out the first draft of the design for you to see."

"Oh?" The Lady Wen raised her eyebrows and did not make things difficult for him. She simply instructed the servants to prepare all the things Song Xiangsi needed. Then, she brought the servants to the guest room and went back to sleep.

Right now, she was not worried that Song Xiangsi would play any tricks.

There were a dozen or so thugs guarding the door of the guest room. There were six or seven maidservants in the room, and each of them had some skill. It was more than enough for a defenseless little girl like her.