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Song Mingtang is dead.

After being beaten with sticks for an unknown period of time, his skin was torn open and his flesh was bloody and mangled, just like Song Shiyin a year ago.

Xie Xuanjin ordered Wan Liang to throw the body at the entrance of the brothel.

Liu arrived in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Tang'er, my Tang'er..." Liu cried out, and when she saw Song Mingtang lying on the ground, his flesh and blood were all mixed up, she almost fainted.

The area was surrounded by people, all pointing and whispering.

"It's the young Marquis of Yongning..."

"I heard he was fighting with someone over the title of courtesan and got beaten up. He looks like he's taking revenge."

"This young Marquis Yongning was known for frequenting brothels; who would have thought he would meet his end here?"

"His character is far inferior to that of Marquis Yongning; it's just a pity that Marquis Yongning died in battle..."

Since Song Mingtang inherited the title, everyone has only called him "Little Marquis Yongning". Even now, seeing him beaten to death with his flesh torn apart, they have no regrets. However, when the old Marquis Yongning is mentioned, they all sigh.

In the past, Liu would have arrested a few people to make an example of them.

But right now, her body was weak and she had completely lost her composure.

Fortunately, Song Qingyan arrived!

Supported by her maid, Song Qingyan stepped down from the luxurious carriage of the Duke of Shen's mansion and walked through the crowd. Before she even got close, she was so disgusted by the overwhelming smell of blood that she stopped in her tracks.

When Liu saw her, she immediately got up to greet her, "Yan'er, your brother... he was beaten to death. This matter cannot be left like this."

Liu was covered in blood.

Song Qingyan subconsciously took a step back, a hint of disgust in her eyes.

"My brother died tragically, so we can't just let it go like this!" Song Qingyan said coldly, but when she looked closely and saw Song Mingtang's appearance clearly, her body stiffened.

Last year, on this very day.

She gave Song Shiyin as a gift to her brother to cheer him up.

Song Shiyin was beaten to death by his brother, his body mangled in the same way, and he was even thrown in front of the brothel in the same manner.

Is it a coincidence?

Just as I was thinking this, the maid beside the carriage suddenly let out a gasp.

Looking over, Song Qingyan saw that the maid was holding a blood-stained embroidered handkerchief. Even from a distance, Song Qingyan could clearly see the four characters on the handkerchief.

"I'm back!"

who is it?

Song Qingyan subconsciously looked around, as if searching for someone suspicious, but found nothing.

Liu stared intently at the writing on the embroidered handkerchief, her eyes filled with terror, as if she recognized whose handwriting it was.

"Song, Song Qingning..."

Liu's voice trembled, "That's Song Qingning's handwriting, I recognize it! But, but..."

Looking at Song Qingyan, Liu almost revealed that she had turned Song Qingning into a human pig.

There were many people around.

Madam Liu immediately shut her mouth. She then moved closer to Song Qingyan and whispered, "Has Song Qingning returned to claim my life?!"

"What do you mean by 'taking my life'? Quickly bring my brother back to the manor." Song Qingyan's face darkened as she heard Liu Shi's words.

It was Song Qingning's handwriting, but Song Qingning was already dead.

She doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, nor does she believe in being haunted by death!

Song Qingning had no relatives or friends. Even her former female subordinates, those who were close to her, were either dead or too busy to take care of themselves. They had no ability to avenge Song Qingning.

Who is it?

Song Qingyan tried hard to think of suspicious people, but couldn't find the answer. However, she was certain that tonight's events were extremely unusual.

Liu and Song Qingyan removed Song Mingtang's body.

Not far away, Song Qingning watched them, her eyes surging with hatred.

Beside him, Xie Xuanjin's voice came, "I can send people to deal with those two."

The implication was that they were going to send someone to take their lives.

However, Song Qingning was well aware of the current situation. Their purpose in coming to the capital was to rescue Empress Meng.

With Song Mingtang dead, the Yongning Marquis's residence will inevitably strengthen its defenses. Sending someone at this time would be too risky. Even if we wanted to take the lives of the mother and daughter, we should wait until after Empress Meng is rescued.

"No rush," Song Qingning said.

Then I remembered that embroidered handkerchief from earlier.

Those words were written by Xie Xuanjin.

"When did Your Highness learn my handwriting?" Song Qingning frowned. She had become a ghost and could not touch any physical objects, so naturally she could not hold a pen.

She hasn't written anything in a long time.

She herself had even forgotten what her handwriting looked like.

But the words Xie Xuanjin just wrote looked very much like her handwriting.

Xie Xuanjin seemed to sense that she was looking at him, and suddenly turned around, recalling a document he had found in the archives of Runan County.

That document was a letter from Song Qingning, when he was a general, to Zhang Duan, the prefect of Runan County, to arrange for the delivery of grain and fodder.

Her handwriting and signature are on it.

He only glanced at it and never thought of imitating it.

But her question made him feel inexplicably guilty.

Seemingly afraid of being discovered, Xie Xuanjin immediately changed the subject, "In the next few days, we'll look for an opportunity to act, rescue Mother, and then go find those two!"

He was referring to Song Qingyan and Lady Liu.

When it came to business, Song Qingning stopped investigating the handwriting and said, "Then I'll go and find an opportunity."

She is a ghost; no one can see her, and she can enter and leave the palace as if it were empty.

In just two nights, Song Qingning found a loophole in the palace, and after discussing it with Xie Xuanjin, they began their operation on the fourth night after entering the capital.

At the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet two years ago, Empress Meng was banished to the Cold Palace.

All the influence that Empress Meng had planted in the palace was eliminated by Emperor Yuan.

After Xie Xuanjin's "rebellion," the Cold Palace became Empress Meng's prison.

That night, the cage caught fire.

When Emperor Yuan arrived, he saw Meng Fu dressed in red, her long hair tied up, holding a long-tasseled spear, standing outside the raging fire, looking like a female general commanding thousands of troops.

In her hand, she held a torch, seemingly declaring without any restraint that she was the one who set the fire to the Cold Palace.

When Meng Fu saw Emperor Yuan, her disdainful gaze stung him.

"Guards, seize this woman! Meng Fu, you burned down the Cold Palace, so I will build another one for you!" Emperor Yuan ordered.

The guards rushed forward, and Meng Fu, holding the long-tasseled spear in his hand, threw it fiercely. The spear flew towards Emperor Yuan in an instant.

The sharp spear nearly pierced Emperor Yuan's body.

Fortunately, the guards reacted quickly and immediately protected the emperor.

Just as they were protecting him, Meng Fu, standing before the fire, chuckled softly, then turned and rushed into the flames.

"Meng Fu..."

Emperor Yuan looked at the figure and subconsciously moved forward. He reached out his hand, wanting to grab her, but stopped when he was about to get close to the fire.

"Meng, Meng Fu..." Emperor Yuan's expression changed, and he suddenly roared sharply, "Save her! Quickly, save her! Save the Empress!"

The fire was so big that even with the emperor's decree, no one dared to approach it.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating almost the entire horizon, and the whole capital city could see the fire.

The fire reflected Emperor Yuan's fierce, unwilling, yet seemingly sorrowful and helpless face, while elsewhere, a figure quietly jumped into the lake.

This lake connects to the moat and then to the Jinghe River outside the palace.

On this day of every month, the moat's sluice gates are opened.

Empress Meng was skilled in swimming, and after only a short while, she was already on a painted boat on the Jinghe River.