Chapter 65 The Truth About Pregnancy

  I gently pulled her hand and said, "This isn't the one Young Master Wang uses to write with, but there's a whole box of them. You took a few, what's the harm?" I glanced over and saw Song Tang lean in close to her ear and whisper, "A young woman should dress up nicely, that way the man she loves will notice her. You can't compare to me, I'm a married woman, you have to dress up well."

  Hong's face turned red and she buried her head without saying a word. I chuckled and picked out a piece of colored paper from the box, handing it to her, saying "Take it."

  Hong Ling wanted to accept but didn't dare to, looking at me and then at Song Tang.

  "It was the Second Young Mistress who gave it to you, and then it's yours." Song Tang coughed twice and said lightly to Hong Ling. Hong Ling was overjoyed in her heart, and carefully took it over, putting it in her hand like a treasure, but she was afraid of damaging it and didn't dare use force, and didn't know what to do.

  I saw the guilt in her heart, took out a box and handed it to her, saying: "You help me make some quill pens, just as a thank you to Little King Wang." Hong Ling nodded hastily, saying: "This way, I'll feel slightly better in my heart."

  She looked around and saw no one, then suddenly knelt down in front of me with a "thud", her voice choked with sobs, saying: "Second Young Mistress treats Hongling so kindly, Hongling is truly grateful." I didn't think it was just a few feathers, why be so moved, hurriedly helped her up, saying: "It's nothing, no need to be like this."

  Hong Ling couldn't help but get up, and with a deep bow said: "I, a humble servant, have been orphaned since childhood, no one has ever treated me with such kindness. Although the great madam values me and lets me serve the second young master, it's not as warm as this. My previous neglect of the second young mistress was truly a sin."

  She felt a slight sense of doubt in her heart, and this change seemed to come too quickly. So she quietly helped her up and said: "Let's talk about this in my room, if others hear it and let the madam know, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

  Hong Ling's hand was clutching the hem of her dress, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bring herself to speak. I looked at her delicate and beautiful face, which had turned bright red from tension, and her eyes were also reddening.

  I hesitated slightly and asked softly: "But what's wrong?"

  Her whole body trembled as she looked at Song Tang, and in the end, she didn't dare speak.