Author: Liuyun Hairpin

But maybe... there wasn't much time left for her to think.

Song Qing'an got off the car early and entered Mingguang Palace through the small door.

"Bamboo smoke."

She called out casually, and Zhu Yan immediately walked out of the hall. Song Qing'an wanted to ask if there was any accident yesterday, but stopped when he saw Zhu Yan's face.

Zhu Yan's expression was too weird, as if she was holding something back, and she wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it. She called out "Princess" in a low voice, and then kept winking.

Song Qingan's face turned cold as he realized what had happened.

"who?"

She asked in a low voice, but Zhu Yan shook his head and only walked to her side to help her.

Song Qing'an frowned and walked towards the palace.

"Brother, what's the matter with coming so early?"

Seeing Song Qinghuai, who was as tall as a sword in the inner hall, Song Qing'an's heart tightened, but he still had a smile on his face as if nothing had happened.

Song Qinghuai's eyes seemed to glance at her earlobe unintentionally, and then he said lightly: "Where have you been?"

"I'm a little bored, so I went out for a walk." Song Qing'an said nonchalantly, sitting next to him, "How long has it been since brother came?"

Song Qinghuai looked sideways at her: "I came yesterday."

The corners of Song Qing'an's lips froze slightly, and she suddenly suspected that Song Qinghuai was deceiving her.

She caught a glimpse of Zhu Yan lowering his head from the corner of her eye, and then looked at Song Qinghuai in front of her. His eyes were slightly green and black, and it really might have come last night...

Song Qing'an responded quickly and lowered his head, admitting his mistake obediently: "Brother, I'm sorry, yesterday... I slipped out."

Song Qinghuai said in a low voice: "I know, Zhu Yan said so."

After hearing this, Song Qing'an was about to look up at the bamboo smoke. The next moment, Song Qinghuai's words pushed her head back: "If I don't come, how long do you plan to keep it secret from me?"

Song Qingan twisted his handkerchief and responded silently.

Song Qinghuai sighed and said, "Don't blame Zhu Yan, she was the one who asked me to come yesterday."

Song Qingan moved for a moment, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Song Qinghuai thought to himself and said: "Concubine Chen is here to find you. If I hadn't stopped you in time, your leaving the palace would have been exposed."

"Yue'er, what on earth did you do?"

Song Qinghuai spoke to her very seriously, as if he was not angry that she left the palace privately, but was just worried that something might happen to her.

Song Qingan pursed his lips and raised his head again.

The timid look on her face has disappeared, and her eyes are cold: "Zhu Yan, get down."

When Zhu Yan also left and only the brother and sister were left in the palace, Song Qing'an continued: "Brother, you don't want to ask me what I am going to do, but you want to ask...who did I leave the palace with, right?"

Song Qinghuai smiled, like an elder brother who could tolerate his little sister's willful temper: "Yue'er, I didn't mean this."

"Brother has been waiting here for me all night. Don't I know what he wants to ask?"

Song Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him seriously: "I left the palace by myself, and I just asked someone to help me with some small favors."

Song Qinghuai raised his eyebrows: "Yue'er, it's not easy to get out of the palace gate. I'm afraid not ordinary people can help with this small favor."

"Brother, I have been in the palace for so many years, how can I still not know some ways to steal out?"

Song Qing'an stood up a little irritably, twisting the handkerchief harder and harder: "Anyway, I have nothing to do. If there is nothing else, brother, please leave quickly."

"Are Yue'er chasing me away?"

Song Qinghuai said and leaned back, obviously not planning to leave.

"Brother has stayed in the palace for too long, and it is inevitable that his words will be true."

"If someone discovers Yue'er leaving the palace, wouldn't it happen?"

Song Qinghuai retorted, making Song Qing'an choke up.

"But...I was not discovered."

She struggled with lack of confidence, knowing that if Song Qinghuai didn't come yesterday, even if Pei Qing had a way, he would be in extreme trouble.

If it doesn't work well... maybe she and Pei Qing will be exposed.

"Does Yue'er recognize this?"

Song Qinghuai held out the plum blossom-shaped earrings in his hand very naturally, but his other hand unconsciously clenched them tightly.

Song Qing'an's eyes settled on his palm, and then he became confused.

Song Qinghuai watched her reaction carefully, looking for any flaw.

However, Song Qingan only showed some doubts, reached out to take the earrings, looked at them for a while and said, "Brother, where did you get them?"

"Picked it up."

He answered concisely and concisely, and Song Qing'an looked obviously speechless for a moment.

"Brother, I naturally recognize these earrings. I have a pair myself. However, this style is not uncommon in the capital. If brother wants to use this to determine who the owner is, I'm afraid it will not be easy."

After Song Qing'an finished speaking, he put the earrings on the table and pushed them in the direction of Song Qinghuai: "Brother, why do you ask this?"

"nothing."

Song Qinghuai lowered his eyes and relaxed his clenched hands.

The lines on Song Qingan's lips were slightly straightened, and his chest was bulging.

Those were the earrings she dropped in that shop.

Sure enough...it was picked up by my brother.

Did he guess something?

Song Qingan looked at Song Qinghuai's face, trying to find some clues.

Song Qinghuai suddenly raised his eyes, and Song Qingan's eyes collided with his without noticing for a moment.

"Did Yue'er really go out alone?"

Song Qingan hurriedly lowered his eyes and whispered: "...Yes."

She took a few deep breaths, and as if she had gathered enough courage, she leaned towards Song Qinghuai and whispered in his ear: "I'm going to the Lu family's old residence."

Song Qinghuai was stunned for a moment, then quickly grabbed her wrist: "No one saw it?"

Song Qing'an was hurt by the tug, but he didn't show it: "...there is no one."

"Brother, that place has been abandoned for a long time."

Song Qinghuai murmured: "...Yes."

He slowly let go of her, closed his eyes and said, "This is too risky, why don't you tell me beforehand?"

"Brother, don't you often hide things from me?"

Song Qing'an secretly pinched her wrist again. The pain made her voice distort for a moment, as if she was crying.

Song Qinghuai's eyebrows moved slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Yue'er, you know, there is something..."

"There are some things that I know will be dangerous, right?"

Song Qing'an's eyes flashed: "But brother, next month... it will be my eighteenth birthday. Brother, I am no longer a child, you don't have to protect me all the time."

"I didn't have anything to do when I went there. I just went to see her...and I missed my mother a little bit after that."

Song Qing'an took Song Qinghuai's hand and pressed his palm against his, feeling the abrasive thin calluses in his palm: "Fengquan Palace is not a place where a mother would stay. She must... really want to go home and see her grandfather.

Bar."

The words were unknowingly taken off track by Song Qing'an, and Song Qinghuai had no intention of exploring whether his words were true. He only raised his arms to hug Song Qing'an, patting her back gently to comfort her.

"Yue'er, it's my brother's fault that I kept it from you, but there are some things... I really don't want you to know."

Song Qinghuai straightened up and gently arranged the broken hair on her temples with one hand.

"It's great to be like this now."

Song Qing'an licked his dry lips and said hoarsely: "Okay, brother doesn't want to say...that's all."

"But can I...ask something?"

"But it doesn't matter."

"Brother, what do you plan to do with Pei Qing?"

Song Qinghuai fell silent and looked at Song Qing'an quietly. His expression was frighteningly calm, but Song Qing'an still looked into his eyes.

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Song Qinghuai gave in: "...We will discuss the future matters later."

Song Qingan understood and nodded slightly: "Okay."

It's not bad to have such a result.
Chapter completed!