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Emperor Yuan had almost forgotten about his son Xie Wenzhao. Empress Meng's voice echoed in his ears, and his blood seemed to freeze.

How did Wenzhao die...?

Six years ago, on the Lantern Festival, a plate of pastries cost Wenzhao his life.

All because Xie Wenzhao is too outstanding.

He excelled in both civil and military affairs, and was supported by all officials who praised his ability to govern the world. The people also hailed him as a future benevolent ruler.

He won the hearts of both his ministers and the people.

He feared that Xie Yuqi would be overlooked by the world in Xie Wenzhao's brilliance.

He was even more afraid that with Xie Wenzhao in the Meng family, his throne would be unstable.

Back then, he forced the late emperor to abdicate, and he feared the same thing would happen to him.

"Your Majesty, you've really forgotten about him!"

If eyes could be tangible, Empress Meng could almost tear the emperor beside her to pieces.

In the night sky, the fireworks went out, and everything returned to darkness.

It was in that darkness that Emperor Yuan sensed Meng Fu's intense hatred. He snapped back to reality and almost instinctively took several steps back.

"Guards, protect the Emperor!" Emperor Yuan shouted, his voice trembling.

In an instant, the emperor's shadow guards surrounded him in the center.

Both the emperor and the shadow guards were in a defensive stance.

Fireworks burst into bloom again in the night sky.

In the flickering firelight, Emperor Yuan's terrified face and Empress Meng's sarcastic expression were reflected.

Empress Meng's eyes were silent as she swept them over him indifferently, as if to say: "Emperors are nothing more than this!"

Emperor Yuan regained his senses and suddenly felt a surge of shame and annoyance.

That same look in his eyes again, Meng Fu, who has never looked down on him!

"What is Your Majesty afraid of? Your shadow guards are all experts. Who in this palace can assassinate Your Majesty?" Meng Fu sneered.

Just like the former King of Qin, he was afraid of death.

"You..." Emperor Yuan was furious and embarrassed.

That was his instinctive reaction.

He sensed that Meng Fu hated him, and a guess gradually formed in his mind.

Meng Fu knew why the Crown Prince died back then!

She actually knew!

This conjecture terrified Emperor Yuan, and his heart trembled uncontrollably.

He kept it a secret back then.

He used Xie Xuanjin to deliver pastries to Xie Wenzhao.

The two brothers were always close, and Xie Wenzhao never put his guard up against Xie Xuanjin.

Xie Wenzhao didn't like sweets, but Xie Xuanjin did. He loved sweets and especially enjoyed sharing them with his brother, so Xie Wenzhao would never refuse Xie Xuanjin's kindness.

Even if I don't like it, I'll still eat some.

That plate of pastries was prepared for the two brothers.

But only Wen Zhao ate that day; Xie Xuanjin did not.

Afterwards, under his deliberate guidance, Xie Xuanjin became the sinner who poisoned his brother. However, the Meng family insisted on finding out the truth. Seeing that he could not stop them, he gave the Meng family a "truth".

He pushed out a scapegoat to take the blame, and only then did the matter come to an end.

He thought that was the end of it.

But Meng Fu...

When did she find out the truth?

"Meng Fu, I..."

Emperor Yuan opened his mouth several times, wanting to explain.

Meng Fu interrupted him, "Your Majesty, please return!"

After saying that, Meng Fu turned around and went into the room without looking back.

That figure exuded determination, and countless images flashed through Emperor Yuan's mind, all of them memories of Meng Fu's every smile and frown.

They were all dashing and spirited, bright and flamboyant, dazzling and eye-catching.

Even when he suppressed her, the thoughts of being submissive and patient flooded his mind.

Surprisingly clear.

Emperor Yuan suddenly realized something, his body staggered, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Under the glow of fireworks, the emperor's expression shifted, from helplessness and regret to self-mockery, before finally turning into a desolate laugh that echoed in the night.

"Meng Fu, I..."

Emperor Yuan spoke again, and this time no one interrupted him, but he didn't know what to say.

He only knew one thing:

There is no possibility for him and Mengfu to ever be an ordinary couple again!

One day, it might even come to a fight to the death!

After an unknown amount of time, the fireworks faded, and Emperor Yuan finally left Phoenix Palace, his figure desolate and defeated.

……

After leaving the palace, Song Qingning and Xie Xuanjin went to the Yongning Marquis's residence.

Her father, mother, and brother were all waiting for her. The family gathered around the stove to celebrate the New Year. This was the first New Year in the true sense for the four of them.

In the future, there will be countless more.

"I stayed in the capital for too long this time. Although I handed over the border military affairs to the deputy general, the commander-in-chief cannot stay away from the camp forever. The Ministry of War sent a letter urging me to return."

Marquis Yongning has received the letter of order for some time now.

He was reluctant to leave and kept putting it off.

Song Qingning's body stiffened slightly.

Not long after my father left the capital in my previous life, news came that he had died in battle.

At that time, she was imprisoned in the nunnery by Song Qingyan.

I only know that my father died in battle, but I don't know the specific details.

After being reborn, she pieced together the information she knew from her previous life, trying to deduce more.

"Is Father going to take Second Uncle with him?" Song Qingning asked casually.

Marquis Yongning understood the implied meaning: "Your second uncle has been following me around. Ning'er feels that something is amiss."

"Hmm." Song Qingning nodded. "How well does Father know Second Uncle?"

Ever since Song Changsheng returned to the capital, Song Qingning has been secretly observing him.

"He..." Marquis Yongning lowered his eyes, pondered for a long time, and then gave a few words, "mediocre and incompetent, but fortunately, he is law-abiding and obedient."

A very objective evaluation.

But Song Qingning didn't think so.

Song Changsheng was mediocre and acted as if he didn't care about anything.

In his previous life, Song Mingtang inherited the title of Marquis, and he was also a beneficiary.

On the day of the ancestral worship ceremony, Song Changsheng said that he did not know about Liu's child swapping, but did he really not know?

Song Qingning had always been suspicious.

Therefore, after the second branch of the family separated from the Marquis's residence, she continued to place people to monitor Song Changsheng.

Song Changsheng spent most of his time in that small courtyard, occasionally going out to drink tea and wine. He didn't cause trouble or show off, seemingly content with mediocrity and indeed kept to himself.

"Father, it's best not to take Second Uncle with you to your new post," Song Qingning said.

Since Song Changsheng is suspicious, let's keep him in the capital, right under her nose.

We can't let him stay with his father anymore; he's becoming a potential threat.

Marquis Yongning pondered for a moment, then said, "Alright, I'll find a reason not to take him with me."

The family exchanged New Year's greetings, and as it grew late, Song Qingning returned to the Prince's Mansion with Xie Xuanjin.

On New Year's Eve, Hongling returned to the Marquis's residence early in the morning to reunite with her sisters, Hongyuan and Hongyuan.

When they left the Yongning Marquis's residence, Hongling followed them.

"Your Highness, this year's New Year is the best I've ever had. I have my elder sister and Your Highness." Hongling said, slightly drunk.

"The Lady of the Marquis is kind and has had wine, food and snacks prepared. Tonight, the servants of the Marquis's mansion are drinking and staying up to welcome the New Year. Many of them are drunk, even the old women in the low courtyard are drunk. I'm afraid they won't be able to work tonight."

Among the old women in the low courtyard, there are Song Qingning's informants.

As Song Qingning boarded the carriage, she caught a glimpse of a figure disappearing furtively around the corner.

Going into that alley, you'll find the low courtyard behind the Marquis's residence, where the second branch of the family lives.

That figure...

It's Song Qingyan!

Since the second branch of the family separated, Song Qingyan has never been to their residence.

Such sneaky behavior must indicate something is amiss.

Song Qingning lowered her eyes, pondered for a moment, and said to Xie Xuanjin, "Your Highness, may I borrow someone tonight?"