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Xie Yuqi unleashed his fury with all his might, almost stunning Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan's head was buzzing, and the wound on her right hand reopened.

Rainwater washed away the finger marks on her face and the blood on her hands. Only then did Song Qingyan truly feel the Prince Rui's anger. "Your Highness, this concubine..."

"You are not allowed to refer to yourself as 'this concubine'!" Xie Yuqi interrupted her sharply.

She referred to herself as "this concubine," a reminder of the intimacy between the two of them.

Xie Yuqi loathed their relationship and wished he could erase it completely.

"Why did you impersonate Mingyue Xian? Why did you deceive me?!" Xie Yuqi questioned through gritted teeth.

Why impersonate Mingyue Xian?

No, she did not impersonate Mingyue Xian.

The identity of Mingyue Xian should rightfully belong to her!

But Song Qingning ruined them all.

Song Qingyan bit her lip, her hatred for Song Qingning growing stronger, but she knew that the most urgent task at hand was to deal with the wrath of Prince Rui.

"It wasn't me, Your Highness..." Song Qingyan hurriedly dismissed the matter, thinking of Madam Liu and then Madam Lu.

She hated the Liu family, but she hated the Lu family even more!

So he blurted out, "It's my mother! Song Qingning has had a talent for painting since she was a child. When her mother saw how well she painted, she let her paint and sell it to the outside world under the name 'Mingyue Xian'."

"Mingyue Xian's fame is growing, and Mother originally wanted to give the identity of 'Mingyue Xian' to Song Mingtang, but his hand is crippled and he can no longer take on the role, so I'm the only one left!"

She attributed the actions of Liu to Lu, concealing the fact that she had poisoned Song Mingtang and crippled his hand.

"Your mother, Lady Yongning?" Xie Yuqi's eyes were deep.

"Yes, it's my mother, Madam Lu!"

Song Qingyan looked at Xie Yuqi, grabbed the hem of his clothes with her left hand, and spoke earnestly.

"She said that with the identity of Mingyue Xian, I could marry into a high-ranking family and gain wealth and honor. I didn't want to, but how could I, a woman, disobey my mother's orders?"

"Your Highness, please believe me..."

She wanted Xie Yuqi to believe her and transfer all of Xie Yuqi's hatred and anger onto the Lu family.

But Xie Yuqi suddenly leaned down and grabbed her neck, gritting his teeth and angrily saying, "Believe you? Did those scoundrels just now believe me?"

Not only will they not believe him, they'll probably never believe him again!

All of this is thanks to Song Qingyan!

"Whether it's you or the Lu family you speak of, I will not let either of them go!" Xie Yuqi's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the force in his hand continued to tighten.

Song Qingyan's eyes turned red, and her breathing became increasingly difficult.

She felt like she was going to die.

But she was not reconciled.

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind:

In the dark and damp room, only a head was visible inside the huge urn. The head had its eyes closed and was bleeding, which was extremely horrifying.

The scene flashed by, but Song Qingyan still recognized the person in the urn.

Song Qingning.

It's Song Qingning!

However, Song Qingning held the position of Commandant of the Capital City Department. Today, when she painted, everyone knew that she was the real Mingyue Fairy.

She could almost imagine how glamorous Song Qingning would be in the future.

But in that scene, Song Qingning was turned into a human pig, a truly tragic sight.

Why did this image appear in her mind?

Song Qingyan couldn't figure it out.

But she understood one thing: she had been tricked by Song Qingning!

Song Qingning's hands can hold a pen and paint; there is no sign of them being "useless." The injuries she showed before were all intentional misleading!

That's all for the purpose of exposing her today!

What a brilliant Song Qingning!

Song Qingyan gritted her teeth, filled with hatred, and even more unwilling to die like this.

"I can't die, Your Highness. If I die, the noble families and officials will criticize you even more for being ruthless," Song Qingyan said with difficulty.

Upon uttering these words, Xie Yuqi's murderous intent suddenly froze, and the force in his hand loosened.

Song Qingyan deserves to die!

But her words reminded him.

If Song Qingyan were to die at Fazong Temple right now, those commoners would hold a grudge against him even more.

Now, he can't afford to make even the slightest mistake.

Xie Yuqi couldn't swallow his anger, but he could only forcefully shake off Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan caught her breath and lay on the ground, greedily inhaling the air.

"Song Qingyan, you just wait and see! You lied to me, and I will settle this score with you sooner or later!" Xie Yuqi said sternly, then ordered the guards:

"Consort Song has gone mad, so she was sent to Jing Shui Nunnery to recuperate."

"Jing Shui Nunnery." The guard could not hide his shock.

This is no place for a human to stay.

Realizing his lapse in decorum, the guard immediately obeyed, "Yes, Consort Song, please."

Song Qingyan noticed the guard's strange behavior earlier and felt a chill run down her spine.

Her intuition told her that Jing Shui Nunnery was definitely not a good place.

"I……"

Song Qingyan opened her mouth, wanting to say that she was not going to Jing Shui Nunnery.

But when she met Xie Yuqi's eyes, which still held murderous intent, Song Qingyan knew that Jing Shui Nunnery was now her only option.

Song Qingyan was taken away by the guards.

Xie Yuqi knelt alone in the rain, continuing his self-inflicted injury scheme.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, and it didn't stop until it got dark.

In my past life, it rained all night.

Xie Yuqi sent Song Qingyan to Jing Shui Nunnery.

When Wan Zi told Song Qingning the news, Song Qingning was thirsty and drinking tea.

My hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, and the tea spilled out, staining my clothes.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Wan Zi noticed her unusual behavior.

She privately called her Princess Consort, clearly regarding Song Qingning as her mistress.

"It's nothing." Song Qingning glanced at her intact hands and feet.

She felt an instinctive pain in her body just from hearing "Jing Shui Nunnery".

In her past life, Song Qingyan imprisoned her in Jing Shui Nunnery, cut off her hands and feet, gouged out her eyes, cut off her tongue, and tortured her to death.

In her previous life, she died at Jing Shui Nunnery.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingyan was also sent there in this life.

Behind Jing Shui Nunnery is the Shen family.

On the surface it is a nunnery, but it hides something much deeper.

Xie Yuqi didn't dare to kill Song Qingyan immediately. Instead, he sent her to Jing Shui Nunnery, knowing that Song Qingyan wouldn't have a good time there.

Song Qingning cleared her mind and thought of Xiao Ling.

Song Qingyan was taken away, but the maid named "Zhixia" did not go with her and stayed at the temple.

"Is he still not making any moves?"

Wan Zi shook her head. "No, Your Highness. According to my information, the Crown Prince of Nanlin only brought a few attendants with him this time."

Song Qingning had seen those attendants in her previous life.

In my previous life, I learned from the conversations of my attendants that Xiao Ling had infiltrated the sacrificial ceremony.

He must have gone to such great lengths, disguising himself as a maid, for a reason.

But he hasn't made a move yet.

Song Qingning lowered her eyes and instructed Wan Zi, "Keep a close eye on him tonight!"

"Yes!" Wan Zi accepted the order and then withdrew.

Not long after Wan Zi left, someone came to Song Qingning's residence.

"Miss Qingning, my princess wishes to have a chat with you."

The person who came was the nanny who served Princess Yu.

Since the Princess Consort of Yu learned that she was the one who rescued her from the fire on her birthday, she invited her to small gatherings several times.

Princess Consort Yu is kind and easy to get along with.

Song Qingning liked it very much.

Princess Consort Yu admires Mingyue Xian's paintings, so if she were to invite her over at this time, it would be Mingyue Xian who should be invited.

But tonight she has to keep a close eye on Xiao Ling and can't keep the appointment.

Just as Song Qingning was about to refuse, she heard the surprised voice of the old woman outside the door:

"Your Highness? Why did you come in person? It's raining! Your Highness, why didn't you try to persuade Your Highness?"