"Also, this is my younger sister, the beloved daughter of the Marquis Palace who has been missing for eleven years. If you recognize her clearly, remember to take a detour when you see her in the future. If you offend my younger sister, I will leave you alone."
"Yes, yes...uh..." The magistrate nodded his head and looked up at Yu Wushuang, who was shocked.
Oh my God, the third lady of the Song family is the missing lady of the Hou family?
Yu... By the way, he seems to have remembered that this young lady from the Song family is an adopted daughter, so isn't her surname Yu?
It's over, he arrested his adoptive father, didn't he completely offend this third lady?
Song Qing was in a daze for a moment. This person who had been raised in their family for more than ten years was actually...
Yu Wushuang was not shocked at all. She knew that she was from an extraordinary background. Jing Shengze repeatedly tested her, but now that Yu Yuanzhao appeared, she was sure in her heart.
"Why don't you seem surprised at all?" Jing Shengze asked.
"It's just life experience, it doesn't matter who it is to me." She is still her, and her identity cannot change her will.
"How could it not matter?" Jing Shengze frowned.
"No matter who it is, I will only live according to my own life trajectory." Yu Wushuang looked a little cold.
She doesn't like the life of a royal family and her life being held in the hands of others.
"Little sister, don't you plan to go back to Kyoto with me?" Yu Yuanzhao grabbed her sleeves.
"..."
Yu Wushuang pulled out her sleeves.
Yu Yuanzhao reluctantly pulled her back again: "Little sister."
"let go."
"Don't let go." Yu Yuanzhao not only didn't let go, but went up to hold his arm.
"..."
Yu Wushuang had a headache, and it was difficult to face the person in front of her with a cold face.
She felt friendly when she saw him for the first time. Perhaps this was his bloodline...
However, she will not go to Kyoto City.
——
In the afternoon of the same day, the government trial came down. The old lady was sentenced to death and beheaded in autumn. Aunt Song was sent to the frontier to be exiled. Although Song Yiran was not sentenced to death, she could only spend her life in prison.
Song Qian was released without charge on the same day, and Song Zhi and Yu Wushuang personally picked him up.
Song Qian was tortured on the day he was arrested, and his body was covered in scars. Looking at it, Yu Wushuang really wanted to beat up the prefect.
The magistrate of Lingshan also had some idea and knew that he had caused trouble, so he invited all the doctors in Lingshan town to go to the Song family, and sent waves of precious medicinal materials to the Song family.
"How's dad?"
Seeing Song Zhi coming out of the room, Yu Wushuang greeted him and asked.
"Uncle's injuries are either serious, or he's not in good spirits." Song Zhi shook his head, a little worried.
"I gonna go see."
Yu Wushuang knew that Song Qi'an had to endure a lot in his heart. Even if the old lady was evil-hearted, it was a pity that it was a matter of flesh and blood after all. If she didn't have feelings, she wouldn't be a human being...
In the room, Song Qian was half lying on the bed, with his head hanging down and his eyes dim. He didn't notice it until Yu Wushuang walked to his bed.
"father?"
Song Qian raised his head, and there was something bright in his dark eyes: "Wushuang, you are here."
"Yes." Yu Wushuang sat beside the bed.
"Let dad take a good look at you." Song Qian reached out and grabbed her hand, staring at her.
His eyes were covered with mist, and in a blink of an eye he let go of her hand, lowered his head and started to cry muffledly.
A grown man, crying like a child.
Yu Wushuang felt a little distressed. It is said that men do not shed tears lightly. If a man really sheds tears, he must be suppressed to the extreme.