With each word Song Zhen uttered, Song Kaifeng's face darkened, and Princess Jiahua behind him felt her heart bleed.
Song Yue felt a lump in her throat; her brother had done so much for her at such a young age.
Suddenly, Song Zhen lifted her hem, revealing her left leg, where a scar as thick as a baby's arm was clearly visible, causing Song Kaifeng's pupils to shrink.
Princess Jia Hua cried with heartache: "What, what happened?"
“He personally burned me with the candlelight from the ancestral hall to force me to admit my mistake,” Song Zhen said.
"What!" Princess Jia Hua gasped.
Song Zhen pulled Princess Jia Hua back: "Mother, I regret it. I shouldn't have talked back to him. If I had controlled my temper, my sister wouldn't have suffered so much when I was more independent. I failed to protect my sister."
Song Yue could no longer hold back. She rushed forward and hugged Song Zhen's arm: "Big brother, I don't blame you. Waaah, it's good that you're back."
Her older brother, who is so young, has already done so much for her.
A group of people behind him listened and shed tears.
"He's utterly despicable, tormenting his own two children like this for the sake of a concubine."
"If anyone ever says that Prince Jing is unfilial, I will be the first to disbelieve it."
"What use is a biological father like that?"
Song Kaifeng's face turned ashen from the accusations. He looked up at Song Zhen and saw the mockery in the other's eyes. He finally understood.
Song Zhen said all this today to let everyone know about the past and to distance himself from her.
Otherwise, with the pressure of filial piety, Song Zhen's disobedience would be considered a great disrespect.
But things are different now. Even if Song Zhen is unfilial, it is still understandable.
“You…” Song Kaifeng’s breathing became rapid.
Song Zhen put down his robe, gently stroked Song Yue's dark hair, his eyes full of doting: "Fortunately, we all came back safe and sound, Yue, from now on I will spoil you."
Song Yue sniffed. She no longer needed to secretly envy Song Yao; she too had an older brother who loved her.
"good."
Seeing her children embracing, Princess Jiahua felt both gratified and heartbroken. Her sharp gaze fell on Song Kaifeng, wishing she could tear him to pieces.
"Tell me, am I real or fake?" Song Zhen asked Song Mao in return.
Song Maoze looked at Song Kaifeng.
Song Kaifeng looked away guiltily, but he was absolutely certain that Song Zhen was Song Hengchuan!
"When my mother returned to the capital, Consort Shen was critically ill, and news was blocked. By the time we learned of the news, the Eighth Prince had already come to pick us up, which caused the delay," Song Zhen explained.
Princess Jiahua shook her head: "I know you are a good child. The Prince Shen's mansion has been kind to you, and this is only right."
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