Ye Fan looked at Ye Wanqing, who was covered in wounds and looked pitiful, and his heart softened. He looked at Song Lin, hesitant and at a loss.

But at this moment, Xu Wanrong just wanted to get Ye Fan away quickly so that she could have some time alone with Song Lin, so she urged him, "Brother Ye Fan, please save her quickly. The guards will be here soon."

Song Lin pursed his lips and said nothing. Since he had little contact with this group of people, he had no way of judging who was good and who was bad, so he could only stand aside and watch.

Ye Fan looked at Princess Shen who was tugging at the corner of his clothes, and then looked at Xu Wanrong who was standing beside him dignified and gentle, and felt embarrassed.

Princess Shen's beauty is not comparable to that of ordinary beauties. When he heard Xu Wanrong say that Princess Shen likes him, his mood suddenly became complicated.

However, he liked Xu Wanrong, which was something he had confirmed a long time ago.

He was willing to stand out from the other young masters and win an iron dagger in the hunting ground just because Xu Wanrong asked for a self-defense weapon.

He was willing to join the army in Dongyi and practice the Overlord Spear Skills just because Xu Wanrong liked the poem "Joining the Army in Place of My Father".

He was willing to go to Xiling to kill people and almost lost his life just because Xu Wanrong said, "Please help the Third Prince."

Just to hear her praise, just to get her to look at me more.

"Sister Xu, don't misunderstand me. There is no relationship between Princess Shen and me." Ye Fan hurriedly distanced himself from the matter, kicked Ye Wanqing's hand away, and tried his best to express his loyalty to Xu Wanrong.

Ye Wanqing whimpered in pain and heard the footsteps of the guards gradually approaching the garden, tears welling up in her eyes.

Xu Wanrong looked at Ye Fan with disdain and said sarcastically, "Brother Ye Fan, you are so rude to girls."

"No..." Ye Fan paused, bent down and wanted to help Ye Wanqing up, but was worried that Xu Wanrong would misunderstand, so he looked like he wanted to help but didn't dare.

Ye Wanqing got up from the ground in a panic. At this moment, she just wanted to escape and tell Murong Yan such an important thing. She hugged Ye Fan's arm desperately and begged him with tears.

"Brother Ye Fan, please save me, I..."

She looked up at Xu Wanrong and swallowed the words "I am your sister".

Song Lin frowned, strode towards Ye Wanqing, and picked her up.

He avoided the guards and slipped out of the small garden.

Xu Wanrong let out a sudden sigh, but didn't try to stop him. She cast a venomous glance at Ye Fan, who was in the way, and chased after Song Lin.

"Sister Xu, wait for me..." Ye Fan also hurriedly followed.

Song Lin was not very familiar with the terrain of the villa, but he had good physical skills. He quickly avoided the guards in the villa and took Ye Wanqing to hide in a quiet empty courtyard.

"Princess Shen, I'm sorry for offending you." Looking at her miserable appearance, Song Lin felt a little guilty.

He originally wanted to hold her hostage and force her to tell the Dali Temple about the cause of Ye Fan's father's death, but he almost caused the princess to be killed.

Ye Wanqing squatted by the door and reached out to grab his collar. "General Tiemian, please let me out. I can tell you what I know."

"What do you know?" Song Lin looked at Ye Wanqing with burning eyes. "How did Brother Ye's father die?"

Ye Wanqing lowered her eyes and hesitated. She also felt that Ye Qingshan's death was strange, but it was she who asked Murong Yan to protect the general's mansion at all costs.

Moreover, Ye Qingshan committed the capital crime of murdering the prince, and committing suicide for a lesser crime was already the best outcome.

"I, I'm not sure either..."

Song Lin suddenly grabbed her thin neck and threatened in a deep voice, "You'd better not lie."

Ye Wanqing shook her head in fear. The feeling of suffocation made her struggle with fear. She argued uncomfortably, "I didn't lie..."

"You injured the Third Prince. I could have handed you over directly to the guards. Tell me everything you know."

"He wanted to violate me, so I resisted. I really don't know who killed Commander Ye..."

Song Lin's grip tightened suddenly, and he threatened in a deep voice, "Then why are you avoiding my gaze? I used to work for the Xuanjing Division of Haoyue Country. I can tell at a glance whether a prisoner is lying or not."

"Xuan Jingsi..." Ye Wanqing struggled to pull his hand away, a bad thought spreading wildly in her mind.

This person has been asking about Miss Ye, and Fu Yi said that Shen Xu was detained by Haoyue Country.

She immediately thought that Shen Xu might be imprisoned in the Xuan Jing Division of Haoyue Country.

It was a place similar to the Criminal Justice Department of the Dali Temple of Yanyang Kingdom.

Pulling out tendons, peeling off skin, and severe torture were commonplace.

Her tears suddenly burst out and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"You've met Miss Ye in Haoyue Country, right..."

Song Lin was stunned and quickly let go.

Ye Wanqing clutched his collar tightly with both hands, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She tried hard to suppress the terrifying thoughts that were growing in her heart and questioned him, "Did she make all those crossbow weapons?"

Song Lin nodded silently, feeling slightly puzzled, and didn't dare to answer rashly.

He asked everyone in the general's mansion, as well as the third prince and Xu Wanrong.

Everyone said that Miss Ye was dead, so why was it that only Princess Shen knew that she was in Haoyue Country?

Ye Wanqing knelt on the ground, not daring to imagine what kind of suffering Shen Xu had endured in the past year. She only felt heartbroken.

She trembled and clutched Song Lin's clothes tightly, her voice full of anger and tears, "Tell me, she is still alive... Tell me, you never forced her... right?"

Song Lin pursed his lips and said nothing. The sadness on his face was beyond words. His lips moved in and out for a long while before he uttered a few words, "She's dead."

"No!" Ye Wanqing cried out, but Song Lin quickly covered her mouth and pressed her against the wall.

At this moment, she was like a fluttering little beast, struggling and crying uncontrollably, beating Song Lin's arms and chest.

"She's dead, why are you so sad?"

Song Lin was not in a good mood, even though more than half a year had passed since the incident.

He would always think of that pretty face again and again.

And that brief but beautiful time that happened in the courtyard...

Ye Wanqing stopped struggling and quickly regained consciousness. She had to escape and tell Murong Yan and Fu Yi what had happened...

"Didn't they say that you were often bullied by her, so shouldn't you hate her to the core? It was you who sent someone to abduct her and sell her to Haoyue Country, right?"

"No." She denied it flatly, crying and saying, "It was Xu Wanrong, she hired someone to kill someone... those guys must have switched the bodies midway.

Ye Qingshan didn't care about his daughter's life or death at all and randomly identified the body, so we all thought she was dead."

"Then how do you know she has been to Haoyue Country?"

“My brother went to Haoyue Country to do business and got a blueprint of a folding crossbow from their regent. Only then did he know that she was trapped in Haoyue Country.

You saw her in the Mirror Department, she—"

She covered her mouth and cried bitterly, then shrank to the ground helplessly.

"Is she really dead?"