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Prince Yu!

According to Song Changsheng, Song Qingyan's biological father is Prince Yu.

This guess lingered in Song Qingning's mind, and the shock in her heart could not be calmed for a long time. So much so that Song Qingning did not notice when Wan Zi left or when Xie Xuanjin took her back to the room.

As they whispered sweet nothings to each other, Xie Xuanjin bit her ear as punishment, uttering a low "Don't concentrate," a sound like a resentful protest. Only then did Song Qingning snap out of her reverie.

In bed, he never allowed her to be distracted.

Song Qingning cleared her mind and focused intently once more.

Even after their lovemaking, Xie Xuanjin didn't let go of Song Qingning, burying his head in her hair.

"Song Changsheng has made some unusual moves?" Xie Xuanjin's voice was tinged with the deep gravitas of someone who had just finished eating.

In the past, Song Qingning would fall asleep very quickly afterward, but tonight she was still awake, thinking about things.

Song Qingning snapped out of her daze and responded.

Song Changsheng was even more formidable than she had imagined.

He had always known about Song Qingyan's background, but kept it a secret. Even in Liu's eyes, Song Qingyan's biological father was Shen Ao, but Song Changsheng knew that it was someone else.

He knew more than Liu Shi.

The more this person lay low and hid, the more uneasy Song Qingning became, and the less she dared to relax her vigilance in the slightest.

And Prince Yu...

"What kind of person is Prince Yu?" Song Qingning suddenly asked.

In the darkness, a hint of surprise flashed in Xie Xuanjin's eyes, but then it disappeared, and he began to talk to Song Qingning about Prince Yu, Xie Bi.

"He was the late emperor's youngest son. In his youth, he loved to travel and visited many places. Yunli..."

Xie Xuanjin paused slightly, thinking of Xie Yunli.

"Yunli's love of travel was influenced by him; Yunli has admired his father since he was a child."

"Back then, the late emperor's sons fought fiercely for the throne, and some died. Prince Yu was the only one outside the power struggle. He only returned to the capital after his father ascended the throne."

"He had no interest in power and aspired to be a carefree prince."

"After the new emperor ascended the throne, he purged the former crown prince and the remnants of Prince Su. What kind of emperor can't even tolerate his own sons, let alone his brothers?"

"But he trusted Prince Yu completely."

Emperor Yuan truly trusted Prince Yu, entrusting him with even important matters such as receiving the Crown Prince of Nanlin.

However, Prince Yu and Lady Liu...

Song Qingning was still processing the guess she had just made.

How could two people who are completely unrelated really have such a connection?

Too many questions lingered in my mind.

"I want to go to the City God Temple tomorrow."

……

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, wealthy families like to go to temples to burn incense.

Before dawn, horse-drawn carriages began to line up outside the City God Temple.

There were many people today, so Song Qingyan dressed very casually, wearing a veil to avoid running into acquaintances.

Song Changsheng told her the time was three quarters past noon, but last night when she returned to the small courtyard where she was temporarily staying, she kept thinking about what Song Changsheng had told her and couldn't sleep all night.

Princess, her biological father...

She just couldn't figure it out.

Since she couldn't figure it out, she came to find the answer.

The answer will be revealed today.

As dawn broke, more and more people gathered at the City God Temple.

Song Qingning only brought Wan Zi with her today. Both of them wore veils. Song Qingning was dressed as an ordinary married woman, while Wan Zi was dressed as her maid.

"Madam, she's there."

Not long after the two arrived, Wan Zi spotted Song Qingyan in the crowd.

She was a secret agent under the Prince of Huai, and according to her, finding and tracking people was her specialty.

Following Wan Zi's gaze, Song Qingning indeed spotted Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan looked around in the crowd of people offering incense, as if searching for someone, when suddenly someone bumped into her.

Song Qingyan stumbled, about to curse, when a note appeared in her hand.

Song Qingyan was slightly taken aback and instinctively clutched the note in her hand. It wasn't until the person who bumped into her was pushed away by the crowd that she realized what was happening and opened the note.

Not far away, Song Qingning watched her.

What was written on that note?

The moment Song Qingning had this thought, a short while later, she saw a commotion around Song Qingyan.

It seems someone fell, which affected Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan almost fell, dropping the note in her hand to the ground. When the chaos subsided, she went to pick up the note, but it had been trampled so badly that the writing on it was unrecognizable.

Fortunately, she had already read and memorized the contents of the note.

Song Qingyan pondered the contents of the note, glanced around warily, and then followed the instructions on the note, walking in a certain direction.

Little did she know that as she turned around, a note was handed to Wan Zi.

Wan Zi then handed the note to Song Qingning, saying, "Your Highness, please take a look."

Song Qingning was surprised by Wan Zi's trickery. She opened the note and frowned upon seeing its contents.

The south gate of Chenghuang Temple leads directly to the front hall, where people often gather to offer incense.

The south gate faces the north gate, leading to the rear hall, where princes and nobles offered incense.

The front hall and the rear hall are connected by only a few corridors, but today, with Prince Yu in attendance, monks are specially guarding the corridors to prevent unauthorized personnel from entering.

As Song Qingyan walked through the corridor, the monk only asked once, "Is your surname Song?" before letting her pass.

In the rear hall, Princess Yu led Xie Rou'an to kneel before the golden statue of the City God, offering incense, worshipping, and drawing lots.

"May the City God bless my son and daughter..." Princess Yu's eyes were devout, and she silently recited the rest of the words in her heart. When she shook the divination sticks, she drew the worst possible one.

Princess Yu's face turned deathly pale.

"No, no, Mother, please do it again," Xie Rou'an said hurriedly.

But the next draw still produced the worst possible result.

This happened three times, and the divination slip remained unchanged.

For a moment, the atmosphere became strange.

"Mother, Mother Consort..." Xie Rouan wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Princess Yu quickly put on a smile and pretended to be relaxed, "It's alright, the City God will see the believer's prayer."

The two stood up.

"Where is Father? Did he go to the Palace of Bliss again?" Xie Rouan frowned.

The Hall of Bliss in the City God Temple is where memorial tablets are enshrined.

I heard that before my father married my mother, there was a woman he loved very much. She was beautiful but died young. My father was very devoted to her and set up a memorial tablet for her in the Palace of Bliss.

Every year on this day, my father would go and visit.

The mother knew about this, but didn't care.

But when Xie Rouan brought it up this time, she noticed a strange look in her mother's eyes. "Mother, what's wrong?"

My mother has been acting strangely lately.

"It's alright," Princess Consort Yu said, forcing a smile.

Thinking of the person enshrined in the Hall of Bliss, the unease in his heart grew stronger.

Inside the Palace of Bliss.

Prince Yu lit three incense sticks before a blank memorial tablet, without uttering a word.

Gradually, the hatred in his eyes grew stronger.

After a long while, he called out softly, "Your Majesty," and the hall fell silent again.

A little while later, Prince Yu took the divination sticks.

What advice will you give me this year?

The divination tube shook, and a divination slip jumped out.

Prince Yu picked up the fortune slip from the ground and saw the character "Song" in it.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Song? The Song of Song Qian? Your Majesty, do you intend for Marquis Yongning, Song Qian, to accompany you?"

At the same time, as instructed on the note, Song Qingyan knelt before the Buddha statue in the back hall.

Waiting for the appearance of the "biological father" that Song Changsheng mentioned.