Chapter 1170 Getting Angry

Oh.

hehe.

Hehehehehe~

Song Chunxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The princess frowned; she, high and mighty, would not allow anyone to look down on or mock her like that.

When facing Song Chunxue now, she felt an unusual sense of anxiety, a feeling of being out of control, and a sense of being abandoned and punished by time.

She saw in Song Chunxue the state she most admired.

"Since you're unwilling to persuade him, you have another option."

Song Chunxue was almost ready to agree when she heard this and became curious.

"Please enlighten me, Your Highness."

Worry-free was already itching to act. [This old woman wants to trap you, to keep you in this godforsaken place.]

Song Chunxue calmly replied, "That's interesting. I'm going to use the two of you to scare her."

[Hooray, I can't wait!]

Please be patient.

Don't stop me from going crazy!

Song Chunxue ignored him; she could feel the two swords trembling as they sensed the threat.

"Stay at my residence. I would like to ask Master Song some questions."

Song Chunxue smiled faintly, "Can I refuse the princess?"

"Of course, if you're unwilling, I won't force you," she smiled. "I've already heard that you're quite skilled now, and I can't do anything to you. As for your son..."

Song Chunxue listened quietly to what she was saying, unhurried.

“I’m not that bored. If you’re unwilling, then forget it. There’s no point in reaching out so far.” The princess looked up at the roof and sighed heavily. “I just don’t want to watch our country’s fate run out and be powerless to do anything about it.”

“I agree,” Song Chunxue stood up. “Whether he goes or not is her business.”

The princess wanted to say a few more words to her, but seeing that she didn't intend to stop, she hesitated and reached out her hand.

"What else would the princess like to say?"

Song Chunxue had no intention of reminiscing about the princess who had tried to kill her several times.

She didn't want to talk about what Xie Zheng had said.

"I just want to ask, is it true that he forgot about you?"

"It's true." Song Chunxue looked up at the exquisite brackets and painted beams, a sense of difficulty passing through her chest, but it vanished in an instant.

"You've tried to draw water with a bamboo basket, but ended up with nothing. Don't you feel devastated?"

Song Chunxue laughed, "You want me to break down?"

Looking at her tall and beautiful figure, and her completely new and more arrogant demeanor than before, the princess felt physically and mentally exhausted.

She was not saddened by Xie Zheng's forgetfulness; on the contrary, she seemed to be reborn from it, shining brightly.

If it were her, she couldn't do it.

"Alright, go ahead." The princess leaned back and closed her eyes tightly.

On one hand, she felt she wouldn't live much longer, and on the other hand, she thought that if she didn't die, she wouldn't want to watch the court collapse and everything she had become vanish before her eyes.

She didn't want to become a prisoner, nor did she want to be avenged by the servants who once looked up to her.

Therefore, she must hold on for a few more years!

She suddenly opened her eyes. "Have someone announce that I want to see Xie Zheng."

"yes."

*

The Baiyun Temple Dharma Assembly, also known as the Temple Fair.

Song Chunxue met Xie Lingyun.

Fortunately, the girl didn't invite her to the Xie residence, otherwise she would have been really angry.

She didn't feel anything else, but the thought of her eating and living with Xie Zheng in the Xie family mansion, which everyone in the Xie family knew, made her uneasy.

The moment she stepped into the Xie family's gate, her hair would stand on end.

"Aunt Song..."

Song Chunxue handed over a clean handkerchief. "Why are you crying? It's nothing. Just let it be. It's not like we're going to die. It's nothing."

"Perhaps this is the best arrangement. Your father has returned to the capital. He will continue to live with you in this capital city, and perhaps he will continue to serve as an official in the court. How wonderful."

“I never intended to abandon those past memories, and you don’t need to feel sorry for me or feel sorry for me,” Song Chunxue comforted her gently, and took out a piece of mung bean cake from her storage ring.

“I bought them on the street, and I thought they tasted good, so I bought two more.” As she spoke, she pulled Xie Lingyun toward a shady spot. “It’s so hot today, I don’t know what everyone is doing out here.”

Xie Lingyun smiled, "You came too."

“Yes, I wanted to smell the strong incense aroma here, but I didn’t want to be in a crowd.” Song Chunxue turned to look at the people filling the courtyard. “But seeing them come with such devout hearts, I’m happy for them.”

Human suffering is something she came from. In recent years, having distanced herself from the secular world, she almost forgot about the increasingly turbulent situation among the people.

Actually, she had already seen it on the streets in the suburbs.

The last time I was in Beijing, there weren't so many beggars on the streets, nor so many ragged children.

But now, the mud pits on the streets are deep, and everything is a mess after the rain. The prosperity of the capital city seems to be just an empty shell, about to collapse.

Fortunately, things haven't gotten out of control yet, and Xie Lingyun has indeed been getting better and better in recent years.

After marrying that young Taoist priest, she became increasingly poised and elegant.

A woman who is loved and cherished will always look younger.

They sat under the shade of a tree, watching the people who came to pray for blessings, and chatted for a long time.

As they parted, Xie Lingyun held her hand and said, "Aunt, will you come to see me before you leave the capital? Just let me know, and I'll definitely see you off."

"Okay, I'll remember." Song Chunxue patted her hand. "Take care, the two of you are doing well now, that's better than anything else."

Xie Lingyun lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She left reluctantly, her eyes reddening before she boarded the carriage.

Song Chunxue smiled throughout.

As soon as the child left, she made up her mind to leave as soon as possible.

The matter of advising Lord Xie should be completed as soon as possible, so as to avoid that dog princess making things difficult for Sanwa.

What's the point of talking about how far her influence extends? If she really had no interest in it, would she have investigated Sanwa's affairs so thoroughly?

Shameless scoundrel.

She immediately found a place, wrote a small note, and stuck it on Wuyou.

"Go and deliver it to Xie Zheng."

She invited Xie Zheng to a restaurant for drinks.

He can come or not, it's up to him.

It would be better if they didn't come; at least we could report back to the princess.

She has a keen sense of smell, so she had already decided in her heart that she would meet at Tianxianglou.

The braised eggplant here is very fragrant, and the spicy fish smells amazing from miles away.

Just as she was eating and enjoying a drink while gazing at the brilliant sunset, Xie Zheng arrived.

This was the first time Song Chunxue had sought him out since he lost his memory.

There's a strange, undercurrent of novelty about it, which is kind of annoying; I doubt there will be a second time.

"You've arrived, please sit down." Without looking up, she said, "The princess asked me to persuade you to attend court. It won't be long, at most a year."

Xie Zheng sat down opposite her with refined manners, one hand rolled up in his sleeve, the other hand picking up the chopsticks on the table.

Song Chunxue was slightly surprised. She thought he would say a few cold words to ascertain the purpose of her visit, and then leave indifferently.

She didn't even invite him to dinner, and he already started eating?

They chose the best fish meat.

Song Chunxue is a bit possessive of her food.

In the past, when they ate together, Xie Zheng would always put the pieces with the fewest bones into her bowl and would also add rice and soup for her.

Now, he's fighting with her for food.

Song Chunxue poured herself a glass of wine, trying to suppress this inappropriate dissatisfaction.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zheng picked up his wine cup and gestured for her to have a drink.

His expression was dry, as if they were complete strangers who had just met.

Seriously, what's he doing here?

Heartless!