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The waiting time felt incredibly long to Jiang Sheng.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Xuanjin's voice finally rang out, laced with disdain, "Trying to negotiate with me? What right do you have? Guards!"

At Xie Xuanjin's command, the Prefect of the Capital hurriedly entered the interrogation room.

"emperor."

The words "crime of deceiving the emperor" were still echoing in the mind of the Prefect of the Capital. Seeing the young emperor's face filled with barely concealed anger, he couldn't help but worry about Song Qingning.

He and his wife both respected Song Qingning.

At this point, shouldn't we kneel down and plead for her?

Just as the Prefect of the Capital was about to make a move, the Emperor's voice rang out again.

"Pry his mouth open! Stop when he tells us where the things are." Xie Xuan's cold gaze swept over Jiang Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground, and he casually threw the bow in his hand away.

The bow fell precisely in front of Jiang Sheng, shattering his expectations.

The interrogation room was filled with torture instruments, their surfaces gleaming with a chilling light.

"Your subject will certainly not fail in his mission!" The Prefect of the Capital breathed a sigh of relief.

The Emperor's anger wasn't because of the Empress; as for getting a prisoner to talk, he had plenty of strength and means.

"Guards!" The Prefect of the Capital loudly summoned the jailers waiting in the interrogation room.

Jiang Sheng didn't come to his senses until Xie Xuanjin left the interrogation room.

Xie Xuanjin... intends to use torture to extract a confession?!

"No, I'll talk, I'll talk!" Jiang Sheng's face was full of fear. Before he was even tortured, his mouth had already been pried open.

Xie Xuanjin went to the dark room next door.

In the dark room, Song Qingning lowered her eyes, holding a teacup in her hand. The tea in the cup was still full, but her mind was not on the tea. She seemed to be thinking about something, lost in thought.

As soon as Xie Xuanjin entered, he noticed her furrowed brows.

He didn't like the way she frowned.

It was rare to see her so lost in thought about something; she didn't even notice him coming in for quite a while.

And what she was thinking at that moment...

Xie Xuanjin frowned, stepped forward, and reached out to touch her brows, trying to smooth out the furrows.

This action brought Song Qingning back to her senses.

Song Qingning looked up and saw Xie Xuanjin, having already made up her mind about what she had been thinking about.

"Your Majesty." Song Qingning quickly stood up and was about to kneel, but just as her knees were about to bend, Xie Xuanjin grabbed her hand and held her firmly, preventing her from kneeling.

"I would like to drink tea," Xie Xuanjin said.

"..."

Song Qingning glanced at the tea in her hand; there was tea in the cup, but it had already gone cold.

"Your Majesty..." Song Qingning asked someone to serve tea again.

Xie Xuanjin had already taken the teacup from her hand, but instead of drinking it, he placed the teacup on the table beside him and wrapped his large hand around Song Qingning's hand.

"Follow me to Cangling Pavilion."

The two were released from the prison of the Prefect of the Capital.

As they were leaving, Jiang Sheng's desperate pleas for mercy and screams echoed from the interrogation room behind them.

Song Qingning vaguely heard the words "I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything." He seemed very willing to "talk," but the people in the interrogation room seemed not to hear him.

Song Qingning turned to look at Xie Xuanjin, who was walking beside her.

He knew it was Xie Xuanjin's doing.

But what was he pressing Jiang Sheng for answers to?

Song Qingning was curious, but she quickly suppressed it.

Trying to guess the emperor's thoughts is a major taboo!

Song Qingning still wants to live a good life.

Jiang Sheng should have told Xie Xuanjin about her rebirth.

She hadn't confessed to him about this because it wasn't necessary, but now that Jiang Sheng had "exposed" her, if he really wanted to pin a charge of deceiving the emperor on her, she wouldn't be able to defend herself.

If we continue to treat her as a "monster"...

Song Qingning lowered her eyes.

With his current predicament still unresolved, Song Qingning dared not invite trouble upon himself.

It was getting late, and there were no pedestrians on the street.

Cangling Pavilion was already closed, but the carriage stopped outside the pavilion, and after only a short while, the manager of Cangling Pavilion opened the gate.

Previously, the two would go to a secret room, but now there was no need to hide.

The innkeeper led the two into a private room, and Xie Xuanjin then gestured for the innkeeper to leave.

He wanted tea, but there was no tea server.

The private room was fully equipped with tea-making utensils, which Song Qingning took very seriously.

Before Xie Xuanjin could give the order, she had already begun preparing to brew tea.

The skill of brewing tea was taught to her by Xie Xuanjin. She practiced for a long time before she could barely gain his approval. After they got married, she occasionally brewed tea, and her skills did not become rusty.

Song Qingning was exceptionally careful when brewing tea tonight.

She was originally focused and her movements were methodical, but she still got distracted. She thought about the decision she made in the secret room of the Prefect of the Capital, and she also paid attention to Xie Xuanjin's expression.

Having learned of her rebirth, he neither questioned nor inquired further.

As soon as he sat down after entering, he picked up a scroll and began reading it attentively, just as he always did.

It gave her the illusion that Jiang Sheng hadn't told her that "secret."

Song Qingning knew that Jiang Sheng couldn't have failed to tell him.

Not only are they good at talking, but they also exaggerate and embellish, trying their best to sow discord.

Was he so calm because he was waiting for her to bring up the matter of her rebirth?

Song Qingning had originally decided to take the initiative to lay it all out. Once Xie Xuanjin decided to deny her crime of deceiving the emperor, she would plead for him and try to prevent the emperor from taking his anger out on her father, mother, and brother.

It would be even better if she could save her life.

With this in mind, Song Qingning brewed the tea with even greater care, intending to confess her guilt once the tea was ready and served.

Just as she was holding the tea, preparing to serve it, she suddenly heard the sound of a letter being slammed onto the table.

In a moment of nervousness, my hand trembled slightly, and some tea spilled out.

The freshly brewed tea was scalding hot, and Song Qingning's first reaction was to avoid the spilled tea. With her skills, avoiding it was very easy.

The moment she made a move, a figure rushed forward and knocked the teacup out of her hand.

With a loud bang, the sound of a teacup shattering on the ground startled everyone, and at the same time, Song Qingning had already been pulled aside by Xie Xuanjin.

"How are you? Did you get burned?"

Xie Xuanjin looked anxious and hurriedly checked Song Qingning's body.

Only after confirming several times that Song Qingning's hands were not wet and her clothes were not wet, did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet he was still filled with self-reproach, saying, "It was I who frightened you."

Song Qingning looked at the broken teacup on the ground and felt sorry for it.

She also hoped that this tea would make Xie Xuanjin treat her leniently after she confessed.

pity……

"Your Majesty, I will brew another pot."

Song Qingning tried to turn around, but Xie Xuanjin grabbed her wrist firmly.

"Song Qingning, I do not wish to drink tea."

Xie Xuanjin's voice revealed a hint of urgency.

Drinking tea is just an excuse.

He needed to find a place to talk to her.

He knew that Song Qingning had forgotten her past life as a ghost and had forgotten him.

While she was making tea, he pondered how to bring it up. He was afraid she wouldn't believe him, and he was also afraid that if he told her about those things, she would have no recollection of them and would have no reaction.

Being too concerned leads to restlessness.

She didn't realize that she had put the book down with too much force, and the sound that startled her almost burned her.

Xie Xuanjin felt guilty.

Under Song Qingning's surprised and puzzled gaze, he also made a decision.