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Sixth Prince, Xie Lian!

The sixth prince rarely appears in the public eye.

Neither in her past life nor in this one, Song Qingning had ever met this sixth prince.

Song Qingning recognized him at a glance because his appearance matched the rumors so well.

The person in front of me was pale, with colorless lips, and his body was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He looked like he had been bedridden for years, and his whole body exuded an aura of death.

It is said that the sixth prince was born with an illness and has been taking medicine all year round. The physician Ling once predicted that he would not live past the age of twenty-two.

He is twenty-one years old this year.

Before the Prince of Huai rebelled in his previous life, the sixth prince Xie Lian had already died.

The sixth prince's mother was Consort Hui of Emperor Yuan, who had once been a maid of Consort Shen.

It is said that when Consort Hui had a difficult childbirth, the sixth prince almost died after birth. Fortunately, Consort Shen saved him and named him "Lian".

Consort Shen felt sorry for him.

The sixth prince usually resides deep within the palace, so Song Qingning was surprised that he would come to the Sifang Pavilion today.

But soon, Song Qingning understood.

Nanlin sent its princess to Dajing this time with the intention of making peace through marriage.

Of Emperor Yuan's three sons, Prince Rui already has a princess consort, and although Prince Huai is unmarried, how could Emperor Yuan allow Xie Xuanjin to marry Princess Nanlin?

The Sixth Prince Xie Lian is the best candidate.

While Song Qingning was lost in thought, the Sixth Prince had already alighted from the carriage with the help of a young eunuch.

"So you are Song Qingning. Yu Shu has been mentioning you to me since she entered the palace. I'm so glad to finally meet you today." The Sixth Prince's voice was weak, as if he was having trouble breathing.

But when he smiled, his eyes shone brightly, dispelling some of the deathly aura.

"Your subject pays respects to the Sixth Prince." Song Qingning bowed with his hands clasped.

"No need for formalities. Yu Shu calls you sister. I heard you saved his life, so I should be thanking you." The Sixth Prince's eyes were sincere, as if he genuinely thanked Song Qingning.

This surprised Song Qingning.

Meng Yushu was a member of the Meng family, and the sixth prince's mother was Consort Hui.

One was a child of a few years old, and the other was over twenty.

The two of them seemed to have absolutely nothing in common.

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother, you are my best friend, and Sister Qingning is my sister. So, by that logic, Sister Qingning is also Sixth Brother's sister." Meng Yushu's eyes shone with excitement.

Realizing something was amiss, he thought for a moment and changed his words, "Sixth Brother is a few years older than Sister Qingning, so Sister Qingning should be Sixth Brother's younger sister. Anyway, Sixth Brother, Sister Qingning is a very nice girl, and she will definitely agree to be good friends with you."

Song Qingning: "..."

What kind of logic is this?

"Sister Qingning, can you be friends with Sixth Brother? I'm his only friend, so I promised him I would find him lots of friends so he won't be lonely."

Meng Yushu looked at Song Qingning.

In the last two sentences, his gaze was firm, as if he were making a vow.

Song Qingning felt as if something had struck her heart.

She subconsciously looked at the Sixth Prince.

The sixth prince smiled broadly, his gaze fixed on Meng Yushu, like that of a loving elder brother.

"Lord Song, don't listen to him. Yu Shu is just a child and speaks without thinking," the Sixth Prince said gently. Then he said to Meng Yu Shu, "Your sister Qing Ning has official business to attend to. Shall we go into the Sifang Pavilion first?"

Meng Yushu was somewhat disappointed when he did not receive a reply from Song Qingning.

After a moment's hesitation, she obediently left with the Sixth Prince.

The sixth prince held Meng Yushu's hand.

One is tall and the other is short; one is fat and the other is thin.

Song Qingning watched the two leave, and then their voices drifted over.

"Sixth Brother, Sister Qingning is really nice. She didn't agree to be friends with you. Maybe she needs time to think about it."

"Yu Shu, sometimes, many conditions are required to become friends."

"What are the conditions?"

"It could be shared interests, or it could be that we've gone through thick and thin together, faced life and death together, or something else entirely."

"What conditions do Sixth Brother and I meet?"

"We share the same interests. You love roast duck, and Sixth Brother loves raising ducks. Sixth Brother has been through thick and thin with you, and..."

"Sixth Brother, Yushu will always be with you. Speaking of roast duck, have Xiaohua and the others grown up? Are they old enough to be roasted?"

Song Qingning heard Meng Yushu sucking on his saliva.

The two voices faded into the distance until they disappeared from sight.

A smile appeared on Song Qingning's face. It wasn't hard to guess how two people who seemed to have nothing in common became friends.

But the smile on Song Qingning's face quickly faded.

In her previous life, Meng Yushu died young, and the sixth prince also died not long after.

Meng Yushu survived this life, but the Sixth Prince probably can't change his fate.

The physician Ling was highly skilled in medicine. He predicted that the sixth prince would not live past the age of twenty-two, and in his previous life, the sixth prince did indeed die at the age of twenty-two.

In the previous life, the envoy from Nanlin did not come to Dajing, nor did the princess of Nanlin marry into the state.

But in this life, many things have changed.

Emperor Yuan intended for his sixth son to be chosen for this marriage alliance.

And Princess Nanlin...

She had heard some things about that Princess Nanlin.

Not long after Song Qingning entered the Sifang Pavilion, she met Princess Nanlin.

……

Inside the Sifang Pavilion, in a quiet pavilion.

The woman, dressed in foreign attire, was looking around as if searching for someone.

Everywhere you look, you see noble ladies from the Great Jing Dynasty.

The maid beside her followed her gaze, "Among those noble ladies, which one is General Song?"

They are looking for Song Qingning.

Xiao Yue looked away. "Neither."

That General Song was capable of fighting on the battlefield; how could he be like those noble ladies I just saw, so delicate and beautiful as water?

She must have been a woman as strong and robust as a man to have caused her brother such a great loss.

"Neither of them?" the maid said disappointedly. "We've been waiting here for so long without seeing her. Why don't we summon her?"

"A summons? You must be in Nanlin?"

"Then, shall we go and ask the Crown Prince?" the maid suggested again.

Xiao Yue thought of Xiao Ling and quickly concealed the strange look in her eyes. "If I ask him, how can I surprise him?"

"Indeed." The maid lowered her eyes sadly.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he suggested again, "I'll go find a woman from Dajing; she should know General Song, right? Let her take us to her!"

Xiao Yue remained silent, which was taken as tacit consent.

The maid ran out and soon returned with a man.

"Princess, she says she knows General Song." The maid led the person in.

It was Song Qingyan.

Forced to hide alone by the disdainful looks of those noble ladies, Song Qingyan was indignant when she encountered this maid from Nanlin who asked her if she knew General Song.

Song Qingning!

She knows it all too well!

Song Qingyan hated Song Qingning to the core.

After defeating Nanlin in the Battle of Youcheng, Song Qingning refused to believe that all the people of Nanlin were like the Nanlin Crown Prince, who was moved by their enemy.

So she followed.

Xiao Yue and Song Qingyan exchanged a glance.

Xiao Yue spoke first, "Do you know Song Qingning?"

Song Qingyan: "I recognize you."

"Okay, then take me to see her."

After saying that, Xiao Yue got up, eager to see Song Qingning.

Song Qingyan noticed her eagerness and wanted to determine whether this Princess of Nanlin hated Song Qingning.

Song Qingyan asked tentatively, "You...you won't hurt her, will you?"

"harm?"

Xiao Yue touched a ring on her finger, her smile eerie. "I'm so weak, how could I possibly hurt her?"

It's just a matter of making her suffer a little!