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Shen Qingrou's hand holding the ginger soup froze in mid-air, and a flash of surprise flashed across her seemingly innocent and harmless almond-shaped eyes.

In the past, Shen Qingyuan had always been soft-hearted and simple, and he disliked her gentleness and considerateness the most.

Every time she showed some kindness, her eldest sister would feel guilty and blame herself, and she would become more indulgent and accommodating to her. She had never looked so cold and distant.

Shen Qingrou was secretly suspicious, but she still maintained a weak and gentle smile on her face. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her tone became softer and aggrieved: "Sister, did my sister make you unhappy? What happened in the garden yesterday was all my fault for being useless. I failed to protect my sister, causing her to fall into the water and catch the cold. I have been feeling guilty all night."

She said, biting her lower lip gently, looking like she was remorseful and sad, her eyes were just right red, which made her look particularly pitiful.

If it were in the past, Shen Qingyuan would have immediately softened his heart when he saw her like this, and would have comforted her softly without thinking about it at all.

But now, Shen Qingyuan, who has returned from a lifetime of purgatory, has already seen through the snake and scorpion under this hypocritical skin.

Yesterday, it was Shen Qingrou who clearly had evil thoughts in her heart. When no one was around, she suddenly reached out and pushed her into the pond. Afterwards, she deliberately wetted her skirt. She cried and complained to the servants in the house and her father, saying that as a eldest sister, she was arrogant and overbearing. She was angry with her concubine for no reason and accidentally pushed her down.

With this well-designed drowning scene, Shen Qingrou won the sympathy of the whole family, and Shen Qingyuan's reputation as arrogant and jealous was laid in the Prime Minister's Palace.

Shen Qingyuan lowered her eyelashes, her long and dense eye feathers covering the coldness surging under her eyes, and the corners of her lips raised a very light, very cold arc.

"Sister, you are worrying too much."

Her voice was clear and calm, and there was no hint of happiness or anger, but it was inexplicably filled with a sense of oppression that she had never felt before.

"I just woke up, I'm afraid of cold and bitter, and can't drink ginger soup. It has nothing to do with you."

When Shen Qingrou heard the words, the doubts in her heart were slightly dissipated. She just thought that her sister was frightened by falling into the water and was in a bad mood, so she handed the bowl forward and persuaded softly: "Sister, although the ginger soup is bitter, it is the best way to dispel the cold. You fell asleep with a high fever last night and your body was very weak. If you don't take care of yourself, what can you do if the root of the disease is revealed? My sister has been boiling it for half an hour with my own hands, so can I just take a sip?"

Pressing hard every step of the way and considerate in every word.

It seems like he cares, but in fact he wants to use this bowl of ginger soup to continue to play the role of a docile and sensible good sister, forcing her to accept his love, and end up with a reputation of being ignorant of good and evil.

In her previous life, she fell into a trap step by step and was manipulated to death.

Shen Qingyuan raised his eyes and landed calmly on the bowl of ginger soup.

The heat was rising, and she looked ordinary, but there was a very fine cold light in her eyes.

She remembered clearly that yesterday she fell into the water and had a high fever. The first bowl of ginger soup that Shen Qingrou brought had a little cold powder mixed in it.

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