Chapter 500 She Still Wants My Son’s Life

Meeting Song Yanxi's puzzled eyes, Acheng's lips moved, not knowing how to start.

After much hesitation, he just sighed and said, "Princess, please don't ask any more questions. It will not be good for you to know too much."

Without waiting for Song Yanxi to say anything, Ah Cheng respectfully made a gesture of invitation, "I will escort the princess out of the mansion."

*

Outside the Ning Wang Mansion, Zhuzhi had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as she got on the carriage, she took out a plain cloak and replaced the black cloak that symbolized Song Yanxi's status.

Song Yanxi leaned against the carriage and dozed off, listening to her talk about the situation outside.

Zhuzhi was so angry that he cursed three times for every word he said.

Looking at the posture, it seemed as if he couldn't wait to rush to the lobby of the Dali Temple and tear the old lady of the Lin family's nonsense mouth apart.

Song Yanxi asked helplessly, "Are you planning to just curse all the way to the Dali Temple?"

Zhuzhi was stunned when she heard this. "Miss, we are going home now, why are we going to the Dali Temple?"

As she spoke, she cursed angrily: "This old lady from the Lin family is clearly trying to blackmail people.

Everyone knows that you are a kindhearted young lady. You wouldn't even stand by and help a sick beggar on the street. How could you possibly beat General Lin half to death?"

Song Yanxi hadn't slept all night, and just now she only heard her mumbling in her ear, but she didn't listen carefully to what she said specifically.

Lin Tingfeng was injured so badly?

Could it be that he is pretending?

After all, he is good at putting on a show.

The master and servant looked at each other, and Zhuzhi nodded hurriedly, "This servant also thinks that General Lin must be pretending. When he came to our house before, he pretended so well.

Even someone as smart as the old man was fooled by him."

Thinking of Mr. Yan's admonition, Song Yanxi pinched her palm and said, "He didn't deceive my grandfather. From beginning to end, my grandfather never let down his guard against him.

The ten miles of red wedding dress on the wedding day was the confidence he gave me.

I was too stupid, blinded by the so-called favor, thinking that I really had to be with him and wanted to marry him, which hurt my grandfather's heart."

Zhuzhi said, "Miss, don't think like that. It's clearly that Lin who is cunning and has deceived you!"

If she wasn't stupid, how could she be deceived?

Not wanting to argue with Zhuzhi about old matters, Song Yanxi lifted the curtain and looked outside the car. It was indeed the direction back to the Princess's Mansion.

She ordered the driver coldly, "Change the route and go to the Dali Temple."

Zhuzhi said hurriedly: "Miss, you are tired after a night, go home and rest and wash up first.

"Master Qiu is over at the Dali Temple. He will definitely not believe the old woman's one-sided story. He may have already finished the trial and kicked her out."

Song Yanxi turned to look at her with cold eyes, "Zhuzhi, you are not good at lying."

Zhuzhi's eyes flickered, and he said stubbornly, "Girl, everything I said is..."

Song Yanxi frowned and interrupted her, "If you don't tell the truth, you don't have to stay with me anymore."

Upon hearing this, Zhuzhi's expression suddenly changed. He quickly knelt down and said, "Miss, calm down!"

"What did His Royal Highness Prince Jin tell you?" Song Yanxi asked coldly.

Zhuzhi's face instantly lost all color, and she hurriedly said, "Miss, I am yours, how could I possibly listen to the prince?"

She bit her lower lip lightly and said hesitantly, "Madam and Master are waiting for you at the Princess's Mansion."

Did this matter alarm your mother?

Seeing Zhuzhi secretly wiping away tears, Song Yanxi sighed, "Don't cry yet, tell me what happened."

"My dear, I only heard a few words from Sister An San. She just said that there was nothing to be afraid of Madam Lin and told me to just come to Prince Ning's Mansion to take the young lady home."

Song Yanxi: "Just these?"

Zhuzhi thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "She left after she finished speaking. I didn't even have the chance to ask her more questions."

Hearing this, Song Yanxi frowned even tighter, "When did she tell you this?"

"About half an hour ago, I had just arrived at Prince Ning's Mansion when the young lady came out."

In this case, An San has already met her master.

Even if Mo Jinchuan was favored, his secret guards were not allowed to enter the palace without permission.

Therefore, he must be outside the palace at this moment.

No, he is in Dali Temple!

Song Yanxi lifted the curtain and ordered the driver, "Take the shortest road to the Dali Temple."

*

Dali Temple.

Qiu Yuanzheng sat at his desk, his face livid with anger. He asked in a cold voice, "Madam Lin, do you know that slandering the current princess is a serious crime punishable by the death of nine generations of your clan?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Lin, who was leaning back in her chair, nodded.

Her face was pale, and her slightly cloudy eyes were full of hatred.

"That bitch Song, she got involved with someone when my son was away fighting, bringing shame to the ancestors of the Lin family.

My son sympathizes with her and thinks that it is not easy for her to run the household. He wanted to put aside the past grudges and live a good life with her, but what about her?

Old Madam Lin coughed violently twice, and when she took away the handkerchief covering her mouth, there were bloodstains on it.

There was a trace of panic in her eyes, and she said weakly, “She wanted a divorce so badly that she even went to the emperor to ask him to issue an order.

Divorce isn't enough, she actually wants my son's life!"

She put her hands on her chest and said with tears in her eyes, "I just hope that God will open his eyes and save my son."

A figure appeared at the door, his voice full of sarcasm, "If the old lady wants to pray to the gods, she should go to Hanshan Temple."

Qiu Yuanzheng quickly stood up and said respectfully, "I greet His Royal Highness Prince Jin."

Mo Jinchuan lowered his chin slightly and said in a cold tone, "I heard that someone wanted to sue my savior, so I came here to watch the fun."

Hearing this, Qiu Yuanzheng felt even more sweaty.

When did Prince Jin become so fond of joining in the fun?

During the two years he spent recuperating in the capital, he rarely left the palace throughout the year.

Suddenly, Qiu Yuanzheng thought of what his wife said.

Could it be that His Royal Highness Prince Jin really has feelings for Yong'an County?

If that's the case, this will be difficult to handle.

Before Qiu Yuanzheng could think of a way to get rid of the people, he heard Mo Jinchuan say, "I've heard that some women, when they're being unreasonable, can bring up all sorts of nonsense.

Now that I see it, the rumors are indeed true."

Madam Lin was so angry that her face turned red. She asked tremblingly, "Could it be that Prince Jin is favoring that little bitch?"

Mo Jinchuan's face suddenly darkened.

Before he could speak, Qiu Yuanzheng shouted coldly, "Bold Lin He, if you dare to speak disrespectfully to the princess again, don't blame me for using a stick."

"You dare!"

Madam Lin angrily said, "My son is a general appointed by His Majesty himself, and I am even more..."

When she thought of her imperial title being revoked, she felt a lump in her heart and almost vomited blood.

The Song family, it’s all that little bitch Song’s fault.

If she had died obediently, she would always be a good daughter-in-law of their Lin family, and she would have a place in the family tree.

But she was determined to be more ambitious than the sky and try to get close to Prince Jin, using his influence to disrupt the unrest in their general's mansion.

If she had known this, she should have dealt with her herself!

Qiu Yuanzheng glared at Madam Lin warningly, then stepped aside and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please."

When Mrs. Lin heard this, her heart instantly rose to her chest.

He is the lover of that little bitch. If he is allowed to preside over the trial, wouldn't he be extremely biased?

The more she thought about it, the uglier her expression became. Before Mo Jinchuan could speak, she said, "No!"