Chapter 189
More than a month has passed since Song Xuan discovered that Shen Qingnian had faked her death. Ye Lingzhou and his secret guards have been investigating day and night, and today they finally presented what they had collected to Song Xuan.
Song Xuan looked out the window, his gaze lingering until the green hue disappeared from his sight, before finally raising his hand to close the wooden window.
His face was somewhat pale. He had fallen ill three days ago and had been recuperating ever since. He had been waiting for a letter from the capital, and also pondering how to handle the situation...
Song Xuan shifted his gaze to the table, where a thick stack of letters lay, demonstrating how meticulously Ye Lingzhou had investigated.
A moment later, he picked up the letter and began to read it page by page:
Born out of wedlock to a concubine in the Shen family, Shen Qingnian was born to a maidservant named Liu Yurou. When Shen Qingnian was three years old, she fell into a lake and developed a high fever that wouldn't subside. To beg for a doctor, Aunt Liu knelt in the snow for three days and three nights.
When Shen Qingnian was eight years old, she asked for medicine for Aunt Liu. As a result, Madam Shen punished her by making her kneel in the rain for a day and a night. Afterwards, she fell ill and recuperated for a month.
On Shen Qingnian's tenth birthday, she accidentally bumped into Madam Shen and was beaten by her, then locked in the woodshed for seven days.
When Shen Qingnian was twelve years old, he was punished by Shen Zheng with twenty strokes of the cane, which attracted Shen Zheng's attention.
When Shen Qingnian was thirteen, she was chosen by Shen Zheng to be made a legitimate wife instead of a concubine, and he began to raise her with great care.
When Shen Qingnian was fifteen, she won the title of talented woman in a poetry gathering. Aunt Liu was sent out of the mansion as a hostage. In the same year, she plotted to meet His Highness the Crown Prince and had a relationship with him.
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These are just the big things; minor hardships such as not having enough to eat or not having clothes that fit are also described in detail.
As Song Xuan looked at these events, his heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless needles. These events clearly described how Shen Qingnian grew and struggled amidst suffering.
She also wrote about how she schemed and used herself.
The letters fluttered down from his fingertips. Song Xuan's expression was cold and gloomy. Although his heart was filled with complex emotions, he was extremely determined.
He only needs to confirm one thing right now...
Even if he couldn't be sure, he wanted to bring the person back to the palace!
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at night.
The figure in black walked along the street into Yangliu Lane.
Half an incense stick later, Song Xuan stood on the roof of the Shen family's courtyard.
The cool moonlight shone down, and two small lanterns lit up the courtyard. The courtyard was silent. The next moment, the two lanterns were extinguished by flying stones.
A figure in black gracefully descended.
Shen Qingnian was still awake inside the room. She sat by the table, holding a wooden carving in her hand, slightly lost in thought. Ever since Song Xuan came that day, she often thought of the days in the capital three years ago.
The man's arrival stirred up memories she had forcibly buried, making her very uneasy.
Shen Qingnian gently stroked the wooden carving in her hand with her fingertips, her expression resolute.
She was waiting, waiting for a man to deal with her. She was willing to gamble, even if he wanted to kill her, she was determined to find a way out for Xiaoxi and the other two.
She was willing to die immediately if the other party was willing to grant her wish.
The desk faced the window, and the shadows of the trees outside seemed to sway, bringing Shen Qingnian back to her senses. She looked out the window, where the wooden window was slightly ajar and not closed tightly.
She remembered that the wooden window was closed when she entered the room. Could it be that she had been too nervous these past few days and had forgotten something?
Shen Qingnian rubbed her temples. She hadn't relaxed at all these past few days. She got up and went to the wooden window. It was pitch black outside. There had been some changes at home these past few days, and Xiaoju had even forgotten to turn on the lamp.
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