Zhan Wuqi's eyes were indifferent, without any warmth when they fell on her, and they were bone-chillingly cold.
Su Lingyu had never seen such a look in his eyes.
"Your Majesty..."
"Lock people up."
Zhan Wuqi orders.
The secret guard stepped forward, put Su Lingyu down from the torture rack, and dragged her deeper into the secret prison.
Su Lingyu's hoarse voice was full of panic: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I don't want to be locked up, I want to get out! I want to get out... Mom, sister, save me!!"
No matter how excessive things she had done in the past, as long as these two people were removed, Zhan Wuqi would definitely calm down.
But this time, Zhan Wuqi didn't stop.
Su Lingyu was thrown into a dark cell. The damp and dark environment made her almost want to vomit.
She grabbed the iron pillar of the cell with both hands, pressed her whole face into the gap, and cried: "Your Majesty, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't be jealous of my sister, and I shouldn't be tempted by you...
...I promise I will change everything! Please let me out, wuwuwu...
Your Majesty, if my sister and mother knew how you treated me, they would also be sad! Let me out, and I swear I will never come even half a step closer to the capital in the future!"
If she had known this, she shouldn't have run out on impulse!
Now she is trapped in a dark cell, who can save her?
Su Lingyu cried desperately.
Zhan Wuqi only left her with a heartless back.
As soon as they got out of the secret prison, the Song family came towards them.
She covered her heart and looked uneasy: "Your Majesty, have you ever seen Yu'er?"
Zhan Wuqi's eyes flashed slightly, his brows as cold as ever: "No."
Mrs. Song's face was pale with a hint of frailty, and she said: "My wife always feels that Yu'er is nearby...Did something happen to her? Otherwise, why has there been no news for so long?"
Zhan Wuqi did not miss the flash of temptation on her face.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Su Lingyu is missing now. But there is news about Yi'er. Will my mother-in-law go with me to verify it?"
"really?"
Mrs. Song's eyes lit up.
"If it's really Yi'er...then my wife will definitely go!"
A deep look flashed across Zhan Wuqi's handsome but cold face.
He said quietly: "Please mother-in-law come with me."
The two left quickly.
When they were far away, the guards patrolling nearby also left.
A little fat dumpling rolled out of the flowers, blinking with a pair of big watery eyes.
"Is the 'Yi'er' daddy refers to as my mother?"
Could it be that dad was taking grandma to see his mother?
Oops! What a bad thing. If grandma presses me, my mother will definitely get into trouble!
The little girl couldn't help but stamp her feet, her chubby little body shuttled through the flowers, and like a little rabbit, she found a side door.
Taking advantage of the time when the servants were changing their posts, I sneaked out and went straight to my mother's house!
…
The carriage stopped outside Fireworks Alley.
Mrs. Song got off the carriage, frowned and stared at the alley in front of her that was filled with the smell of powder, covering her nose: "What do you mean, Your Majesty? Is it possible that Yi'er will be in a place like this?!"
Zhan Wuqi stood tall and tall, just standing at the entrance of the alley, which attracted many women to look out with shyness and fear. The handkerchief in his hand was swaying, and half of his round shoulders were exposed in his pink clothes, and his eyes were seductive.
"The most dangerous place is the safest place."
Zhan Wuqi strode into Fireworks Alley.
His whole body was filled with hostility, and a bloody and cold breath poured out.
The girls who were originally standing on the second floor soliciting customers, forced by the cold air pressure, involuntarily closed the windows and huddled into the flower building.
Zhan Wuqi's nonchalant attitude made Mrs. Song feel a little more at ease.
She frowned. After all, she was worried about her daughter more than anything else.
Following Zhan Wuqi, we passed through the fragrant flower tower and reached Yunzhai Tower.
The aroma lingering on the tip of her nose finally became lighter, and Mrs. Song just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a girl wearing a green cotton skirt with gold embroidery walking towards her quickly.
"Your Majesty!"
With joy on her face and full eyes, Suzaku held up her skirt and came to Zhan Wuqi, leaning forward slightly with a faint smile on her lips.
"Why is the prince here?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Mrs. Song next to her. She was slightly startled, and her face suddenly turned pale.
Mrs. Song stared directly at Zhuque's face, "Yi'er..."
She stepped forward and grabbed Suzaku's hand, with tears of disbelief in her eyes. The force was so strong that she almost broke Suzaku's hand.
Zhuque was in pain and his eyes wandered: "Madam, I am not some Yi'er, I am the actor Zhuque from Yunzhai Tower!"
"No, you are my Yi'er! Yi'er... where have you been all these years? How could you be so cruel and leave your mother alone? My mother has had a hard time looking for you!"
"Madam, I'm really not..."
Mrs. Song even swallowed: "Am I going to mistake my own daughter? Your face looks so similar to my Yi'er! And the scar on your palm is from when you were five and ran to the kitchen because of your greed.
, left behind after spilling the chicken soup! Yi'er, why haven't you contacted us for so many years? Why have you hidden in a place like this? "
Suzaku struggled, trying to take his hand back.
But Song seems to be thin, but very strong.
She could only look at Zhan Wuqi for help: "Your Majesty..."
Zhan Wuqi lowered his eyes and stared at the scar on Suzaku's palm, his eyes dim and dark.
She lived in Yi'er's dowry house and had the same scar on her palm as Yi'er. Both Song and Su Lingyu insisted that Suzaku was Yi'er!
Can……
Zhan Wuqi's cold eyes fell on Suzaku's pitiful little face, but there was no emotion in his heart.
If it was really Yi'er, why didn't he feel anything?
Is it because there is no place for Yi'er in his heart, or... the person in front of him is not Yi'er at all?
Zhan Wuqi's black eyes were like black holes, hiding bottomless speculations.
Zhuque finally took his hand out of Song's hand and said sternly: "Madam, you have really recognized the wrong person! I just look like the princess, but other than that, there is a world of difference between me and the princess. I dare not
Pretending to be a princess, I dare not... dare not deceive the prince!"
Mrs. Song looked at her with grief hidden in her eyes: "Yi'er, why don't you want to recognize me? Are you blaming me for favoring Yu'er? Come back with me, and I promise to only love you in the future!"
She took two steps forward and reached out to touch Suzaku's little face.
But before she touched Suzaku, her hand suddenly stopped and she stumbled twice with a pale face.
"lady!"
Suzaku exclaimed and quickly supported the person.
Mrs. Song fell into Zhuque's arms, unconscious.
"My lord, what should I do?" Zhuque asked for help.
Zhan Wuqi said in a deep voice: "Send it to the room and ask for the doctor!"
Someone came over immediately, took Mrs. Song from Zhuque's arms, and helped her to go upstairs.
Zhan Wuqi was about to lift his heels when he seemed to notice something and turned his head.
Su Jiangyi stood not far away, looking at him coldly!