Song Yao died in the carriage of the Princess of Zhennan, staining her body with blood. The Princess of Zhennan was furious but helpless against Song Yao.
"Your Highness, the lady must have been poisoned before leaving the manor. It must have been the princess who did it," the maid said.
Princess Zhennan took a deep breath. Princess Jiahua was determined to kill Song Yao: "Let's go to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion to demand justice!"
Just then, a servant rushed over and handed over a letter from the Princess of Zhennan. Upon unfolding it, her expression immediately changed.
It turned out to be a letter written by Song Yao to Zhao Zhiyan. The letter said that Song Yue was vicious and cruel, and that she was always putting on airs. Marrying her would be a disaster. The whole letter contained similar things.
The servant said, "The young mistress of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion is secretly interfering in the marriage. She is most likely being instructed by someone. Your Highness should investigate this carefully in private."
Princess Zhennan was so angry that she cursed, "You idiot!"
What is the relationship between Song Yao and Zhao Zhiyan?
How could I dare to write to the other party so directly?
Isn't this blatantly handing evidence to the other side?
Princess Zhennan took a deep breath, forced to swallow her humiliation, and gritted her teeth: "Let's go back to the manor!"
...
Jingguo Duke's Mansion Garden
Song Yue stood under a pear tree, her fingers clutching the goldfish jade pendant beneath her wide sleeves, looking up at the newcomer with a worried expression.
"Little girl, why are you thinking such nonsense?" Zhao Zhiyan asked.
Song Yue suddenly looked serious: "Eighth Imperial Uncle once said that a few years ago someone went to marry into a foreign power. Will that person come to Northern Chu this time as well?"
Zhao Zhiyan's smile vanished instantly.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle, is that the person you love?" Song Yue smiled, her face full of innocence.
The atmosphere froze. After a moment of thought, Zhao Zhiyan shook his head: "No."
"That is..."
“An old friend.”
Zhao Zhiyan clearly didn't want to say any more: "A-Yue, I can guarantee that no one can shake your position as the Eighth Princess Consort."
Song Yue smiled sweetly: "Of course I trust Eighth Imperial Uncle."
The atmosphere seemed to have eased, and Song Yue started talking about other places. Zhao Zhiyan occasionally chimed in with a few words, but before long, he was called away on official business.
After everyone left, Song Yue's face gradually darkened. It felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on her heart, and an invisible net seemed to be tightly enveloping her.
"Miss, the second young lady has died suddenly!" Granny Zhang rushed in to report.
Song Yue was surprised.
"It was Princess Zhennan who personally took her away. Princess Zhennan announced that the Second Miss died suddenly from excessive grief, and they are already preparing for her funeral." Granny Zhang sighed. Who could have imagined that in just half a year, the Second Miss, in the prime of her life, would be gone.
"Death would be a relief," Song Yue sighed. She couldn't care less about Song Yao for the time being.
After glancing at the sky, Song Yue pondered for a moment and then called Ling Yi over.
Ling Yi appeared in a flash.
"Miss."
Song Yue whispered a few instructions, and Ling nodded.
Night deepened
Song Yue changed her clothes, greeted Princess Jia Hua, and then went out. Ling Yi followed behind her to prevent anyone from tailing her.
After getting into the carriage, it drove around the alley for a while before stopping in front of a small courtyard.
She knocked on the door.
The door creaked open.
Under the moonlight, a tall, slender figure stood alone, seemingly detached from the world. He coughed lightly twice, then turned around. The hazy moonlight shone on his pale face, casting a soft glow. His peerless face was gentle and harmless.
"Third Sister," he called out.
Song Yue curtsied: "I apologize for disturbing you in the middle of the night, Your Highness."
The man opposite was none other than Prince Guangjia.
Prince Guangjia smiled gently, his eyes still clear: "It's alright."
The two stood one after the other in the middle of the courtyard. A slight breeze stirred, and Prince Guangjia coughed again, covering his mouth. Song Yue looked into the house and said, "It's windy outside, Your Highness. Why don't you come inside and talk?"
Prince Guangjia nodded slightly, made way for Song Yue, and gestured for her to enter. The two sat opposite each other.
The candlelight was soft, and the furnishings in the courtyard were very cozy: a tea table, a small table, the Four Treasures of the Study, several books, and neat, clean clothes on the couch.
Just as Song Yue was about to speak, a murderous aura suddenly swept through the surroundings.
Light footsteps could be heard above the eaves.
The small courtyard was surrounded by a murderous aura.
Song Yue was startled.
The next moment, the sounds of fighting erupted in the courtyard.
A cold glint appeared everywhere.
Prince Guangjia frowned, quickly blew out the candle, raised his hand and grabbed Song Yue's sleeve, pulling her aside.
By the faint moonlight, Song Yue saw Prince Guangjia draw his soft sword from his waist and quickly join the battle.
Soon, a strong, nauseating smell of blood filled the air above the courtyard.
Song Yue's heart was in her throat. She wasn't sure if these assassins had come with her or were after Prince Guangjia.
"Walk!"
In the darkness, a large hand grasped her slender waist, leaped up, and pulled her into the water.
Glug! Glug!
Song Yue nearly choked and couldn't breathe.
The cold lake water enveloped her in the darkness, and by the moonlight, she looked at Prince Guangjia: "Those people came for you."
King Guangjia was both amused and exasperated, and pulled the person ashore.
The two collapsed onto the grass.
"What do you want to ask me tonight?" he suddenly asked.
Song Yue pursed her lips, unsure of whom to believe for a moment.
Prince Guangjia said slowly and deliberately, "I have never thought of rebelling, nor do I have any military power. I am not as ambitious as outsiders say."
She remained silent.
"You want to ask about the Eighth Imperial Uncle?" Prince Guangjia seemed to see through Song Yue's thoughts and directly exposed her: "You suspect him."
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