Song Xizhi paused for a moment, actually knowing what Zhao Qianlan wanted to do.
But she eventually helped Zhao Qianlan untie the ropes.
When Zhao Qianlan saw that Song Xizhi had done it without saying a word, her guard suddenly disappeared, and she felt much more at ease.
She slowly raised her eyes, looked at Song Xizhi seriously, and then said, "Song Xizhi, although I really don't want to say it, I still want to thank you."
"You want to know who your father is, but unfortunately I don't know."
After saying this, she stared intently in Song Xizhi's direction and then rushed over suddenly.
At that very moment, the previously closed wooden door suddenly opened.
A strong and powerful hand suddenly grabbed Song Xizhi's hand and pulled her sharply into his arms.
The light before Song Xizhi's eyes was instantly replaced by darkness, followed by the man's hard chest and familiar scent.
She suddenly heard a muffled thud, as if something had hit the wall.
But the man's voice came from above her head, softly: "Don't open your eyes, I'll take you out."
Song Xizhi nodded.
Although she didn't see anything, she knew that Zhao Qianlan had committed suicide by hitting her head against the wall.
When she untied Zhao Qianlan's ropes, she knew that Zhao Qianlan had such intentions. She was weak after her miscarriage, and Siqin was guarding outside the door, so she could not cause her any harm.
If she was so weak, yet still managed to kill herself by hitting her head against the wall, she must have used all her strength.
Her thank you was probably sincere.
I'm grateful that I gave her some dignity in the end.
Song Xizhi's mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, yet she also felt the man's embrace tightening even more.
When she stepped out of the house, she could clearly smell the sunshine. The sunlight shone on her, making her feel warm and cozy, and she couldn't help but begin to doubt the reality of this world.
But the world was real, because the man's hard chest was still holding her, not letting go of her body, and the two of them were even breathing together.
His large, warm hand remained covering her eyes, as if worried that the sunlight was too bright.
Song Xizhi shook his head and slowly released his hand.
What I saw was He Jingyan's handsome face.
Siqin and her master were by her side, and everyone was looking at her with great concern.
Song Xizhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
…………
Meanwhile, in another place, the Marquis of Anding's residence.
He Yunze suddenly opened his eyes on the bed. He was panting heavily, covered in cold sweat, and his face was deathly pale.
He has been trapped in a nightmare ever since he fell into a coma at the palace banquet that day.
At first, he struggled to wake up from the dream, but in the end he became completely immersed in it.
Because he was having the exact same dream as in his previous life, and in the dream, he initially had beautiful memories with Song Ruoan.
But at the end of those beautiful memories, Song Ruoan's face will transform into Song Xizhi's face.
They wore very similar clothes, had the same hobbies, and both knew medicine and incense. He had always thought that Song Xizhi was deliberately imitating her sister in order to win his favor.
But this dream told him that everything was Song Ruoan deliberately imitating her sister's preferences!
She has absolutely no knowledge of incense! And no medical skills!
Even the brightly colored clothes she usually wears, and the candied hawthorns, milk, and storybooks she usually likes, are not what she truly likes!
Even the little raccoon they raised together in their previous life was deliberately thrown into the water by Song Ruoan, and then the little raccoon drowned.
But Song Ruoan cried and told him, "My sister threw this away! My sister is so cruel!"
He Yunze witnessed the entire process of her lying through her teeth.
However, in that dream, the man with the exact same face as her believed Song Ruoan's words and even said that Song Xizhi was a snake and scorpion, and locked her in an abandoned courtyard.
He Yunze scratched his head, wanting to explain to his dream self, but the next moment, he saw Song Ruoan holding a dagger and stabbing it into his heart.
That's how he was startled awake.
"Yun Ce! Yun Ce! Are you alright?!"
"You're finally awake! Do you know how long you were unconscious? You scared your mother to death!"
When He Yunze came to his senses, he realized that the person guarding him had always been Huang Shi, his mother.
Ever since Song Ruoan married into the Marquis's mansion, and the renowned physician Qihuang prescribed a series of medicines for her, Huang's health deteriorated, and she completely collapsed.
Now he looks more than ten years older than before.
"What things are more important than your life? Even if you are demoted, what does it matter? You are still the second young master of the Marquis of Anding's mansion, with endless riches and honors to enjoy!"
Mrs. Huang was heartbroken and hurriedly tried to comfort her.
Ever since Song Ruoan married into the Marquis's mansion, she has deceived and misled him, doing a series of foolish things, causing his status to plummet. Even if he has memories of his past life, it is of no use.
It has now become a joke in Beijing.
As He Yunze thought about it, his chest heaved again. He felt that his mind had never been so clear.
"mother……"
He opened his parched lips and spoke to Madam Huang in a hoarse voice: "Where is Song Ruoan?"
Where did Song Ruoan go?
Upon hearing this, Madam Huang's heart sank completely. She never expected that her son, after sleeping for so long, would still be so mentally impaired, and would meet that jinx as soon as he woke up.
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