Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

When Lin Feilu returned to the main hall after the tour, she found that there was another small table next to the desk where Song Jinglan sorted out the memorials. The small table was already laid out with a spread of snacks, fruits and butter tea.

Lin Feilu saw at a glance that there were hibiscus custard buns and soft-bodied peach blossom crisps as well. They were all the snacks she had liked to eat before and were also the snacks she had once taken to the Cuizhu Villa to share with him.

She sat down consciously, took a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth. While eating, she watched him review the memorials while writing with downcast eyes.

He had been wearing regular clothes the entire time when he was part of the convoy, but now, he had changed into a black dragon robe. His imperial aura was cold and menacing. When he was not talking or laughing, he actually looked quite scary. Well, though he seemed scary, there was no denying that he was really handsome. Lin Feilu admired the handsome guy while she ate, feeling that her appetite had improved a lot compared to what it was just now.

When she was about to have her 5th piece of pastry, Song Jinglan turned his head and looked at her. His tone was like coaxing a child as he spoke to her, “Eating too much pastry will cause abdominal distension. Besides, you still have dinner later. If you like it that much, how about eating the rest tomorrow, hmm?”

Lin Feilu took a sip of the butter tea to moisten her throat before she patted her chest, “Alright then.”

Song Jinglan asked someone to remove all the pastries before placing her favourite scriptures and operas on the desk again. There were also some marbles and a 9-ring-baguenaudier, all of which she used to love to play with when she went to visit him back in the Cuizhu Villa.

(Editor: if you forgot, it was from the early days she spent playing with her “elder sister)

Lin Feilu flicked the marbles on the desk, tilted her head and said to him, “How childish!”

Song Jinglan shook his head and smiled before finishing the last batch of approvals. After that, he reached out to take another notebook.

The economy of the Song Empire had always been quite prosperous, and its financial industry remained the driving force for its cultural sector. Therefore, drama plays, poetry recitations, song competitions and story narration events were abundant. Lin Feilu didn’t know where all these different folktales and novels stemmed from as she flipped through the books’ pages methodically. Though, she was soon attracted by the interesting novels, reading every story with relish.

The hall was quiet for a while, with only the sounds of turning pages.

Lin Feilu sat on the soft cushion, but she felt uncomfortable after remaining in the same position for a long time, so she lay on the couch. Then, she momentarily used Song Jinglan’s leg as a pillow before taking a cushion and plopping it beneath her stomach to lie on, proceeding to read.

Except for Tiandong, the palace servants waiting below were all frightened by Princess Yong An’s actions and breathed in fear the entire time, terrified for her sake. In the end, they found that there was nothing wrong with it as His Majesty was contentedly approving the memorials. He merely turned to look at her from time to time, but the smile in his eyes never dissipated.

When evening approached, the eunuch who was in charge of relaying the arrival of guests trotted into the hall. He knelt before the jade divider and said respectfully, “Your Majesty, the Civil Service Minister and the Minister of Rites that you have summoned are here to see you.”

Song Jinglan was still reading the memorials as he said softly, “Proceed.”