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The carriage traveled day and night and finally returned to Qingzhou ten days later.

Qingzhou remains bustling as always.

Li Muyi lifted a corner of the car curtain and glanced at it casually, "Did Sister live in Qingzhou all her life?"

Song Jin was a little absent-minded, and nodded slightly: "Father said that Mother had no memory of the past, so he took her to live in Qingzhou permanently. Father doesn't know anything about Mother's past."

She once asked Song Qin why her mother lost her memory, and he only vaguely said that her mother herself didn't want to remember.

No one knows how he lost his memory.

Li Muyi wanted to meet his...brother-in-law as soon as possible?

Although I am reluctant to admit it, but the person my sister is willing to entrust her life to and takes such good care of Song Jin, he must be a good person.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Song Mansion.

The servant who was about to leave the house saw a strange carriage parked at the door. He tilted his head to look at it, and suddenly saw his wife appear from the carriage. His eyes widened immediately.

"My wife!"

The servant turned around and ran in to report.

Song Jin then brought Li Muyi into the mansion.

When Li Muyi came, he already knew from her the status of the Song family in Qingzhou. They were one of the richest businessmen, which was enough for Song Jin to live a worry-free life for the rest of her life, and no one in Qingzhou would look down on her.

It can be said that the trump card Song Tan left for her was very substantial.

"Jinjin is back!" Song Tan was overjoyed, but he missed her terribly after not seeing her for a few months. "Why did you bear to come back from Sheng'an?"

Still love making fun of her.

Qing Wu suppressed her laughter and took all her things back to the yard.

"Father!" Song Jin glared at him coquettishly, pulled over the silent person, and took the initiative to introduce the two of them, "Father, this is Mother's younger brother, who came here specially to visit Mother. Uncle, this is my father!"

The two grown men were silent for a moment.

Song Qin looked at her in disbelief, then looked at Li Muyi.

There are indeed some similarities.

Could he really be Ah Yin’s younger brother?

Can……

Song Qin's mind turned over and over again, and he raised the corners of his mouth stiffly: "Are you really A-Yin's brother?"

"It's absolutely true." Li Muyi said, "Do you know that my sister is the princess of Beidi?"

“…”

Song Qin suddenly thought of the letters sent by Song Jin.

No wonder the letter asked him about A-Yin's life and the color of Youlan's eyes. He knew very well what A-Yin looked like.

etc!

Orchid...

Song Tan stared closely at his orchid-like pupils.

"so it is……"

During Bei Yin's pregnancy, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the change in Bei Yin's eye color, but the change lasted for a very short time, so he thought he was dazzled.

So, Beiyin's eyes are really orchid color?

Youlan is exclusive to the Beidi people. Could it be that the night before their wedding, Beiyin asked him if he would still marry her if she was not from Yuchao?

Song Qin knew very well that he loved Bei Yin as a person and nothing else mattered.

"Since you are Ah Yin's brother, why didn't you come to look for her for so many years?"

Song Tan felt resentful.

He would always hear Beiyin crying secretly late at night.

Beiyin has always claimed that he has lost his memory, but he is a businessman, how could he not tell whether a person is lying or not.

Now that his identity was revealed, there was nothing left for Song Tan to wonder about.

Bei Yin was afraid that her identity would be exposed and cause trouble, and she didn't want him to know, but the pain of missing her relatives tormented her every night.

He should have asked clearly!

"I..." Li Muyi was speechless, "The relationship between Beidi and Yuchao is tense. We have looked for my sister several times after she went missing, but we have always returned empty-handed..."

"Forget it." Song Qin thought it over, waved his hands, and said, "Ayin didn't want to tell me, and she had her own considerations. Since you are here to visit her, just talk to her. I have no right to speak for Ayin. Jinjin, you take him over."

The person is dead, there is no point in regretting.

He couldn't even say anything to forgive Bei Yin.

*

Beiyin's grave is in a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

Song Jin stood not far away, watching Li Muyi kneeling in front of the tomb and lighting incense.

"Sister, I'm here to see you."

Li Muyi glanced around and smiled, "This place is beautiful. Sister has good taste. He loves you very much and Jinjin is very cute. Will you blame me...blame us for not finding you earlier and taking you back to Beidi?"

His voice was choked with sobs.

A light floral scent brushed across my nose.

Summer is coming in Qingzhou. It is not too hot, the sun is shining, and everything is beautiful, except that there are fewer people.

He stared blankly at the tombstone in front of him, crying and laughing, and whispered how he had missed her for so many years.

Song Jin was too far away to hear what he was saying.

She comes here once a year.

I remember every flower and tree very clearly.

She was still immersed in the memories of the past.

Not long after, Li Muyi came over, noticed that she was distracted, and waved his hand.

"Now?"

Song Jin came back to his senses and subconsciously looked towards the tombstone: "Uncle, have you finished visiting?"

"Hmm." Li Muyi's nasal voice was a little heavy. "It's not the right time. Let's come back later. Let's go back to the governor to confirm the matter of the rebels first."

When they entered the city, the people there seemed content and relaxed, and it was obvious that rebels would still be able to sneak in.

This is a good opportunity to catch turtles in a jar.

Song Jin nodded.

The two of them got in the carriage and went back.

As soon as the carriage entered the city gate, the guards guarding the city suddenly rushed out and stopped their carriage.

"Why..."

"Miss Song, someone wants to see you, come with us."

These guards look unfamiliar.

Li Muyi stretched out his hand to stop her, "Who wants to see me? Tell me your name!"

The guard said nothing. Seeing that they were unmoved, he winked at the guards on both sides.

Without saying a word, he drew his sword and rushed forward.

Li Muyi kicked one away.

The driver seized the opportunity and whipped the horse, causing it to rush out in pain.

The driver was from the Song Mansion.

Before the carriage came to a complete stop, Song Jin lifted her skirt and ran in.

"Father! Father——"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Yang Chaoxue smiled sweetly as she looked at her gradually pale face.

"Song Jin, long time no see."

Come to think of it, I haven't seen you for several months.

Yang Chaoxue has now been divorced by the Crown Prince and driven out of Sheng'an. She has no home to return to, and all of this is caused by Song Jin.

She now wished she could eat Song Jin alive.

Song Jin stared at the person behind him warily.

The group of guys holding knives stood behind Yang Chaoxue with expressionless faces, and one of them was holding her father.

Combining what happened in the past and present life, Song Jin immediately understood that these people were the rebels from the previous life!

Sure enough, Yang Chaoxue still got in touch with the rebels.

"What do you want to do?"

Li Muyi was a few steps behind her, and found that something was wrong inside, so he hid immediately and watched secretly.

Yang Chaoxue and others didn't know that he was also in Qingzhou.

"What? Hahaha!" She laughed, "Song Jin, I really hate you. If it weren't for you, Brother Nan Heng might not be like this now."

It was obvious that Brother Nan Heng cared about her the most in the past.

Only she can help Brother Nanheng ascend to the throne!

Yang Chaoxue is crazy.

"I don't understand. Your family background is not as good as mine, and your ability is not as good as mine. Why does Brother Nan Heng care about you? Only I can help him!"

She held the card that would allow her to leave the king's party.

Brother Nanheng should understand this.

Song Jin didn't want to get involved in a jealous relationship with her over a man.

"Yang Chaoxue, at this point, haven't you seen through his true character? He was so hypocritical to me and even to you!"

“If there is no use value, you can throw it away at will.”

"No! No! No!!!"

Yang Chaoxue simply didn't listen to her.

Song Jin didn't want to waste any more words with her.

At least now, Qingzhou is safe, and my father is safe too.

Seeing her impatient expression, Yang Chaoxue rushed forward and pressed her shoulders.

"You know nothing..."

Her eyes were red and she stared at Song Jin, forcing her to listen to her words.

*

For Yang Chaoxue, Xu Nanheng is a ray of light in her life.

She was born in the family of a vice minister of the Ministry of Revenue, and was chosen to accompany the princes and princesses when she was young. She was afraid of everyone she saw when she was little.

In school, she was not the best and was always ignored, even by the teacher.

As time went by, a group of people came and bullied her.

Under the scorching sun, she was pressed to the ground, her cheek pressed against the hot ground, burning with pain.

Little Yang Chaoxue tried to struggle, but they laughed at her and attacked her even harder.

"From the Ministry of Revenue's family? Why are you so timid? Hahaha!"

"If you are afraid of even a dog, then you are probably worse than a dog, right?"

"Hey, how do you know she's worse than a dog? How about letting them compete?"

"Hahaha!"

The harsh laughter struck Yang Chaoxue's young heart.

She shed tears silently, not daring to cry out loud.

If they heard it, they would bully her again.

She thought they were joking about comparing her to a dog, but who knew they were serious and really wanted to compare her to a dog!

Yang Chaoxue was bitten by a dog and has a deep fear of it.

“Don’t…don’t…”

Yang Chaoxue sobbed and begged them.

What came in return was even greater ridicule.

In the midst of extreme despair, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Who told you to do this?"

Those people were like frightened birds. They saluted hurriedly and ran away.

A shadow fell overhead.

"Are you okay?"

Yang Chaoxue vaguely remembered the tender child's voice, it was the seventh prince among the princes.

She didn't dare to look up, her face was covered with wounds.

Unexpectedly, he lifted himself up.

At that time, Xu Nanheng's cheeks were still chubby and his eyes were clear and bright. He stared at the wound on Yang Chaoxue's face seriously and carefully pulled her away.

"Come with me, I'll treat your wound."

Yang Chaoxue looked at her timidly, feeling scared and uneasy. She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it even tighter.

she heard him say.

"I won't hurt you."

Yang Chaoxue couldn't pull away, so she let him pull her.

The cool handkerchief gently wiped the dirt off her face.

A light herbal scent wafts over.

"You have a beautiful face!" Xu Nanheng raised his eyebrows and praised sincerely, "I always see you lowering your head, and I thought you were ugly. Why do you lower your head when you are so beautiful? I found that you are always the first to finish the class taught by the teacher, but why don't you raise your hand to tell the teacher?"

Yang Chaoxue was silent and depressed.

Xu Nanheng lifted her face so that she could not avoid his gaze.

"If you keep your head down, they will keep bullying you. You have to stand up! I believe you can do better than them!"

"If they don't play with you, I will play with you!"

"Can you tell me your name?"

Yang Chaoxue's expression was moved, and she stammered, "My...my name is Yang Chaoxue."

Xu Nanheng smiled and said, "That sounds great! Snow, when it snows, let's go build a snowman together..."

The sound of whispering surrounds my ears.

Yang Chaoxue blinked in confusion, as if trying to determine whether his words were true or not.

Does she...have friends too?