The extremely cold sound seemed to be rushing towards Duanmu Minya and the others with a cold air like a knife and a frost.
Xuanyuan Qingtian, still wearing a red python robe, slowly showed the figure of the green pine standing in the wind at the gate. He looked at Song Yichen with a cold face and a cold expression.
There was disbelief, sadness, hatred in his eyes, and a variety of emotions were intertwined in his eyes.
His eyes made Song Yichen slightly stunned. He knew that Xuanyuan Qingtian had misunderstood. He had seen such eyes before. If Xuanyuan Qingtian was really misunderstood, then he would really lose his friend Xuanyuan Qingtian.
"Prince, listen to me..."
Song Yichen opened his mouth anxiously and asked to explain, but someone was faster than him.
"This time the matter is not about Doctor Song's business. I am going to go back to my yard. Doctor Song agreed because he was afraid that I would hurt him because of his willful deliberate behavior. Xiaolin knew very well."
Duanmu Minya did not ignore any of Xuanyuan Qingtian's expressions, and she was also worried as Song Yichen's expression, so she immediately explained that she knew her words, and Xuanyuan Qingtian might not believe it, so she pulled Xiaolin out and let
Xiaolin comes to testify.
At this time, only Xiaolin's words may be able to listen to Xuanyuan Qingtian.
"Report to the prince, every sentence the princess said is true, and there is no falsehood."
When Xiaolin heard Xuanyuan Qingtian's flowers, she secretly called out a terrible voice. What if the prince misunderstood? It's not enough. When she heard Duanmu Minya's words, she immediately said, "No matter what you need to do now."
What must the prince resolve the misunderstanding? Otherwise, not only Doctor Song will be wronged, but the prince will also lose a friend.
The friendship between the prince and Doctor Song is even more important than the family affection with other princes. During this intriguing power struggle, she cannot let the prince lose anyone.
At least you cannot lose trust, this is the most important thing.
Song Yichen didn't say anything. He just stood there with Duanmu Minya in his arms, with a straight face open and unfeeling, and looked straight at Xuanyuan Qingtian's sharp gaze.
He just stood there, standing without any fear, without any guilt for betraying Xuanyuan Qingtian.
The two of them looked at each other in front of each other, with the same sharp and domineering spirit and coldness that could not be refuted, and the unquestionable eyes were just staring at each other.