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"I have something to say to you."

Xie Xuanjin's voice was firm, as if he had made a major decision.

The surprise and doubt in Song Qingning's eyes gradually dissipated.

He didn't want to drink tea; he wanted to find a place to give her a chance to confess.

"emperor……"

Song Qingning wanted to kneel down, hoping that this would show Xie Xuanjin her sincerity in being honest.

But her hand was still in Xie Xuanjin's grasp. Before she could pull it out, Xie Xuanjin had already pulled her towards the spot where he had been sitting.

"Please sit down first."

Xie Xuanjin settled Song Qingning down, then turned and went to where she had just brewed tea. He picked up the tea-making tools and began to brew tea methodically.

The two players switched places.

Song Qingning's gaze swept over the books and scrolls on the table in front of her.

The characters on the letter were reversed.

Song Qingning frowned as she recalled Xie Xuanjin's focused reading earlier. She thought to herself, "As expected of the Prince of Huai, he can still read so intently even with the book upside down."

Song Qingning didn't think much of it, and her thoughts quickly returned to "confessing".

"emperor……"

Song Qingning spoke again, but was interrupted once more.

"I'll tell you a story."

Xie Xuanjin's voice rang out at the same time as hers.

Song Qingning was stunned for a moment, and in that daze, the story Xie Xuanjin told her slowly unfolded in her ears:

"There was a boy who was born into an imperial family. He had a beloved older brother and a virtuous mother. Both his brother and mother doted on him, and he lived a carefree life."

"In his mind, his elder brother would inherit the throne, and he only needed to be a carefree prince, following his brother for the rest of his life. But later, his elder brother died of poisoning..."

Xie Xuanjin spoke calmly, but when he mentioned "died of poisoning," his hand trembled slightly as he brewed tea, revealing his inner turmoil.

That boy was himself!

Song Qingning was very surprised. In her previous life, her understanding of Xie Xuanjin was all based on rumors.

Even though they became husband and wife in this life, their relationship was more like that of a ruler and his subject. She never opened her heart to him, nor did she ever imagine that one day he would tell her about his past.

Why did he bring this up today?

Song Qingning lowered her eyes.

Xie Xuanjin's emotional fluctuation lasted only a moment before his voice returned to calm.

"The elder brother ate the pastries sent by the boy and was poisoned. He was terrified and by the time he came to his senses, he had already been imprisoned in the imperial prison."

"They said the boy poisoned his brother, but his brother was the person he respected and admired most. He would even risk his life for his brother. How could he poison him? He tried to explain, but no one believed him."

"During his countless days and nights in the imperial prison, he was filled with pain and self-blame. He knew he had been used, that someone had used him. Later, when he saw his father, the emperor, he guessed who had used him."

"The boy was supposed to die anyway, but that day, he just didn't eat any pastries."

"After that, the boy stopped arguing. His mother resented him, and he endured it. He even resented himself for sending pastries to his brother. His brother didn't like pastries, but the boy did, so he wanted to share his favorite with his brother. His brother spoiled him and indulged him in everything..."

"His mother banished him from the capital. Once he left the capital, the young man had only one goal: to go to the northern border, to make military achievements, and to avenge his brother."

The aroma of tea wafts through the air.

"Go to the North and make military achievements," he said these words with a nonchalant air.

But only those who have also experienced the battlefield know what those words mean.

For a moment, a feeling of mutual sympathy and heartache crept into Song Qingning's heart.

In his previous life, Xie Xuanjin commanded the Shence Army and was feared by Emperor Yuan.

Emperor Yuan went to great lengths to guard against her. At that palace banquet, he plotted to force Empress Meng to draw her sword against him, ruining her reputation and implicating the Meng family.

Later, Xie Xuanjin was forced to rebel...

Song Qingning didn't know whether Xie Xuanjin had finally taken revenge in his previous life, but fortunately, everything went smoothly in this life.

"The young man has avenged himself," Song Qingning comforted him.

Xie Xuanjin paused slightly as he brewed the tea, then looked up at Song Qingning.

He knew that Song Qingning was referring to this lifetime.

"Yes, the young man has avenged himself," Xie Xuanjin said.

In his dream, he also got his revenge.

"It's because someone helped him."

Xie Xuanjin met Song Qingning's gaze. In his dream, the person who helped him was also her!

But she forgot all of that.

Xie Xuanjin was somewhat disappointed. He withdrew his gaze and continued brewing tea, while also trying his best to piece together the fragments of his dream and reconstruct them: "Years later, he returned to the capital and ultimately chose to rebel."

Song Qingning was still immersed in the fleeting gratitude in Xie Xuanjin's eyes just now, thinking that since he was grateful, he might go easy on her after she confessed.

Hearing "treason".

Song Qingning's body stiffened, as if the blood in her body had frozen.

rebellion……

In this life, has Xie Xuanjin ever plotted a rebellion?

The one who rebelled was clearly from a previous life!

But he said it was treason...

What does this mean?

Song Qingning's mind was in a bit of a mess.

Then, Xie Xuanjin's voice came again:

"He left the capital again, leading the Shence Army to fight against his enemies."

"But the person he cared about was still in the capital, and his enemies used this to control him. He repeatedly backed down. Once, he heard that his enemies wanted to put his mother to death. He knew it might be a trap, but he still led his assassins to sneak into the capital to try to rescue his mother."

"It was indeed a trap. He fell into his enemy's trap, was seriously injured, and hid in a dilapidated temple. It was in the temple that he met her."

When Xie Xuanjin mentioned "her," he glanced at Song Qingning subtly, as if observing her reaction.

Song Qingning frowned and slowly came back to her senses.

Still puzzled, Xie Xuanjin's next words shocked her even more.

She looked at Xie Xuanjin and realized that the "story" he told was very similar to her past life. A guess then formed in her mind.

But when she recalled her past life, she rejected that guess.

Xie Xuanjin is not a reincarnation.

If he was also reborn, many things wouldn't make sense.

If it's not a rebirth, then what's the story behind this "story" that's so similar to a "past life"?

With more and more doubts in her mind, Song Qingning finally grasped the "she" in Xie Xuanjin's story.

A dilapidated temple?

For some inexplicable reason, Song Qingning thought of the dilapidated temple outside Fazong Temple in the capital.

The image of a dilapidated temple flashed through her mind. Song Qingning wondered why she would make such a connection. There were so many dilapidated temples in the capital, and this shouldn't be what she was curious about at this moment.

"Who is she?" Song Qingning asked curiously.

My intuition tells me it should be a woman.

When Xie Xuanjin spoke of this "she," the tenderness in his tone was something she had never seen before.

In her previous life, when she died, the Prince of Huai was unmarried.

Rumors circulated that Shen Wan'er and Miss Xue were infatuated with him, but in this life, it has been confirmed that Miss Xue did not have romantic feelings for him, and Prince Huai never took a liking to Shen Wan'er.

It's not surprising that the woman the Prince of Huai loved in his previous life would reappear after her death.

Song Qingning naturally attributed this "story" that was so similar to her past life to her past life.

Song Qingning's pure, untainted curiosity made Xie Xuanjin frown.

Then, meeting her eyes, he said, word by word, "She is the one I deeply love."