Author: Liuyun Hairpin

This indulgence soon came to the day before Song Qingan's wedding.

The rumors spread more and more in the capital, and even reached the palace. But strangely, no one came forward to stop it.

The crusade against Pei Qing became louder and louder. There was a hint of a storm coming in the capital, and there were many new faces on the streets. Even the people in the capital smelled something unusual, and they traveled less.

"Lord Zhangyin, there are many Pingshan Party members in the city today."

"Let them."

Pei Qing's eyes were light: "Did you find what you were looking for?"

"……found it."

Liu Quan was silent for a long time and then said: "Master Zhangyin wants to..."

"give it to me."

Liu Quan rarely wanted to resist: "But Master Zhangyin, if this is the case, will you..."

Pei Qing didn't speak, only raised his eyes to look at it quietly. Liu Quan was stunned and sighed: "Yes."

"How is she?"

Liu Quan reacted for a while and then realized that Pei Qing was talking about Song Qing'an.

"Everything is fine, princess. She even tried on her wedding dress a few days ago."

Liu Quan sighed in his heart: "Master Zhangyin, are you going to see off the princess tomorrow?"

Pei Qing shook his hand on the table and said calmly, "I won't go."

Liu Quan sighed in his heart, but did not dare to persuade him. After giving Pei Qing what he wanted, he withdrew.

Pei Qing stared at it for a moment, then reached out to the roll of silk that had been covered in dust for a long time.

Suspicious people will eventually be killed by their suspicion.

This was probably the last thing he could do for her.

Pei Qing unfolded the silk cloth and gently rubbed the words with faded ink on it with his fingertips, but Song Qingan's figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Maybe letting her go isn't such a bad thing.

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Zhu Yan has been walking more smoothly these days, and is almost no different from ordinary people. It's just that the internal injuries don't heal quickly after all, and he can't use force.

"Zhu Yan, do one thing for me."

Song Qing'an said as he handed the piece of Lu Family Shadow Guard's message to Zhu Yan.

The latter was so surprised that he didn't dare to answer for a while: "What does the princess want your servant to do?"

"You go on first."

Song Qing'an pushed the jade pendant into Zhu Yan's hands almost forcefully, and said slowly: "Whether I can escape or not, I'll leave it to you."

"Wha...what?"

Zhu Yan couldn't help but widen her eyes and stuttered slightly: "Princess, maid... I have no such great ability."

Song Qingan tapped her palm and said casually: "You don't have it, it must have it, right?"

"Didn't you say that it can mobilize...? Then take it with you to find someone. If something goes wrong, let the shadow guard take me away."

This plan is not difficult to understand, but Zhu Yan was still stunned.

"Princess wants me to...send Shadow Guards?"

Zhu Yan licked his lips and said with difficulty: "But princess, why don't you tell His Highness the Second Highness? Brother, I am with His Highness the Second Highness. I would like to use a more correct name. I'm afraid that I... won't convince the public."

"If my brother knew about it, he would definitely use this method from the very beginning instead of as a last resort."

Song Qing'an lowered his eyes and looked at his nails. His fingers were already stained with bright red cinnamon for tomorrow's wedding, as red as blood.

"But I don't want to do this. This is too critical and cannot be exposed so early."

"So...can you?"

Song Qingan looked at Zhu Yan with extremely serious eyes.

Zhu Yan hesitated for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"That's good...I should leave tomorrow, and today...it's time to say goodbye to His Majesty. Remember, go and inform Chongming Palace."

"Yes." Zhu Yan carefully put away the jade pendant and stepped out.

Hearing the soft sound of the bead curtain, Song Qing'an knew that the bamboo smoke had walked out.

She just called Cuizhu.

"What did Liu Quan say?"

"Princess, Eunuch Liu said...Master Zhangyin won't come."

It was an expected answer, but Song Qing'an couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"knew."

It was time for Cuizhu to go down, but she hesitated and looked at Song Qing'an, as if she had something to say.

"What else?"

"Has the princess heard... the rumors outside the palace?"

Song Qingan lowered his eyelashes and thought about it for a moment.

It's not like she hasn't heard the voices of support for King Xuan. There are also rumors that Pei Qing colluded with Xi Ye and sent her out as a pawn.

"No, what's wrong?"

Cuizhu choked slightly. It was absolutely impossible for her to believe Song Qing'an.

I'm sure those rumors are Song Qing'an's handiwork.

But when she said this, Cuizhu, a maidservant, couldn't question it, so she had to say a little aggrievedly: "...It doesn't matter, if the princess has never heard it, don't believe those words."

Song Qing'an nodded: "Of course."

Whether it was that King Xuan would ascend the throne or that Pei Qing was using her, of course she would not believe it.

"Cuizhu, has the wedding dress been sewn?"

"Reply to the princess, it will be delivered this afternoon."

The wedding date was so urgent that it was impossible to sew this wedding dress from scratch. The clothing bureau and needlework bureau worked overnight to change Concubine Shu's previous wedding dress into the palace and make it Song Qing'an's new wedding dress.

It's ironic to say that almost all of Concubine Shu's belongings were destroyed, but this wedding dress was well preserved.

This may be the happiest day for my mother, but it is also the beginning of her misfortune.

Song Qing'an pulled away from her thoughts and looked out the window with her light-colored eyes. The soft sunlight passing through the window paper shone into her eyes, seeming to illuminate two clear springs.

"Tonight...let Zhuoning lead the way."

Song Qing'an hasn't been to Ningshui Garden for a long time.

This may be the last time.

Cuizhu naturally knew the meaning of these words and couldn't help being shocked: "But princess..."

"I am measured."

Cuizhu didn't quite believe this.

If Song Qing'an had been measured, neither the edict nor the troops on the border would have appeared.

So today Song Qingan was going to see Pei Qing again, and Cuizhu was not sure.

What's more, she also knew that Song Qing'an had to go to Chongming Palace first.

After meeting His Majesty, will the princess be the same as last time? Wouldn't that be...

During the period of following Song Qing'an, Cuizhu faintly realized that although she seemed to be rational, in fact, most of the things she did... were gambling.

If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

Princess, she doesn't seem to care that much about her own life.

That soft and harmless skin wraps a sick and crazy heart.

Feeling Cuizhu staring at him, Song Qingan looked away, frowning and wondering: "What's wrong?"

Cuizhu quickly lowered her head and said, "Nothing happened. I know this, so I'll call Zhuo Ning."

"Go ahead."

Song Qingan raised his eyebrows and looked out the window again, lost in thought.

At first glance, the beauty is as calm as a chrysanthemum, and even the light shining on her body is much softer. But if you look carefully, you will find that her hands are trembling slightly.

Song Qing'an couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart now.

Excited, scared, or nervous?

Thinking of going to see Emperor Liang today, she suddenly twitched her lips, and her sneer smiled abruptly cut through the picture of beauty.

Your Majesty...or rather, father and son are coming to see you for the last time.
Chapter completed!