"What do you mean by involved? I have never dared to watch a chicken being killed since I was a child, so how can I dare to kill someone? Even if you are the regent, don't accuse a good person with empty words!"

Originally, Song Qingfeng was listening quietly, but when he heard Xiahou Chongyuan say that Princess Changle's death was related to Song Qingxue, he immediately lost control of his emotions.

"Qingfeng!" Seeing this, General Song quickly said with a stern face: "Don't be rude in front of the prince!"

"I am innocent to begin with. No matter who he is, you cannot wrongly accuse me for no reason!"

Song Qingxue had never experienced such a good family atmosphere. Although she had a successful career in modern times and had gained considerable fame in the industry at a young age, her original family was unfortunate.

Her parents divorced, but neither was willing to raise her.

Before going to college, she lived with her grandmother in the countryside. The old lady had high expectations of her and was always extremely strict with her.

What she heard most at that time was "Qingxue, you must do your best and make a name for yourself to bring honor to your grandma." Shortly after she received the admission letter from a key medical school, her grandma passed away.

On the night the old man died, he was still holding her hand tightly and repeating this sentence in an unconscious state.

Qingxue, you must do your best and stand out to bring honor to your grandma!

She clearly remembered that her grandmother passed away at 3:09 in the morning, and since dark that day, those were the only words that came out of her grandmother's mouth.

Her grandmother had high expectations of her, which put her under great pressure. She was indeed a genius in medicine, but she could not slack off even with her extraordinary talent under such great expectations.

She is smarter than others and works harder than others.

To be honest, it's very tiring.

Even a medical genius doesn't want to spend every day in an operating room surrounded by piles of medicine.

She used to always fantasize that when she was too tired from work, someone would touch her head and tell her softly, "Qingxue, you must have a good rest. Your health is also important." And when she felt wronged, someone would hold her in his arms, pat her on the back and say to her, "You are not wrong."

But her fantasy never came true. Every time she opened her eyes, all she could think of was her grandmother's earnest expectations of her.

She actually envied the original owner.

This woman is obviously stupid, bad and good for nothing, but she is blessed by God to have such an enviable family.

There is a brother who believes in her and loves her unconditionally, and a father who is willing to give up his military power to find a marriage for her.

Although it was a wrong kind of doting, this kind of preference was exactly what she had longed for all her life.

Song Qingxue blinked and felt her eyes moist.

Looking at Song Qingfeng who was still arguing for her, she suddenly reached out and tugged at his sleeve.

"Brother." Her voice was choked.

Song Qingfeng's anger was immediately washed away by the tears in her eyes, and all that was left was a look of worry on his face, "What's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

"It's okay." She sniffed and tried to hold back her tears.

After adjusting her mood, she said, "Brother, don't quarrel with the prince."

Although she was deeply moved by his favoritism, she did not want Song Qingfeng to offend Xiahou Chongyuan because of her.

After being together for so long, she had some understanding of Xiahou Chongyuan's temper and knew that he was not as cold-blooded and ruthless as people said, but he was, after all, an extremely noble regent.

No matter how good your temper is, you must never offend others casually.

Xiahou Chongyuan didn't believe her in the first place. If she angered him again because of these few words, even if he couldn't overthrow the general's mansion for the time being, General Song and Song Qingfeng would definitely be bullied by him in the court in the future.

Making things difficult for him? Xiahou Chongyuan simply lost his temper.

He really didn't know when his image in Song Qingxue's heart would become more positive.

He finally got rid of the image of being cruel and tyrannical, but now he has been accused of making things difficult for others?

well--

Life is not easy, the villain sighs.

However, after sighing, what needs to be explained still needs to be explained.

So Xiahou Chongyuan cleared his throat and said, "Actually, the purpose of my trip is to discuss countermeasures with Qingxue."

When he said this, the three members of the Song family in the room were all stunned.

"What countermeasures?" Song Qingxue was the first to come back to his senses and asked.

Xiahou Chongyuan looked at her and said, "Princess Changle may not be dead yet."

"!" Song Qingxue was so shocked that her pupils trembled.

Why did Xiahou Chongyuan think of this? According to the normal plot, shouldn't he come to capture her and hand her over to Anding Hou?

So strange.

Xiahou Chongyuan was speechless. "Don't think I'm too stupid. This happened in the palace, so I have to get to the bottom of it."

Well, that does make sense.

Song Qingxue nodded, and quickly accepted the new setting of the villain, and then spoke again: "Then what do you plan to do with what your Highness said?"

"Of course, I'm looking for evidence."

"Hmm? How do I find it?"

"Go to Anding Marquis Mansion to look for it."

Song Qingxue blinked her eyes, "Do you want my help?"

Xiahou Chongyuan just hummed, but his expression at this moment was full of "I've been waiting for you to say this."

"Can you tell me in detail?" she asked first. If the method was feasible, she would listen. If it was not feasible, she would think again.

"Tomorrow, you will go with me to the Anding Marquis's Mansion."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingfeng quickly said, "No!"

The two of them looked at Song Qingfeng at the same time, but it was Xiahou Chongyuan who spoke up: "Don't worry, General. I will send secret guards to follow her and will not let anyone hurt her in the slightest."

"That won't work either! Who knows if you used the excuse of finding evidence to trick my younger sister into going to the Marquis of Anding's Mansion? I don't agree."

Song Qingfeng didn't like Xiahou Chongyuan in the first place, and now that he wanted Song Qingxue to go to Anding Marquis Mansion, he disliked him even more.

Xiahou Chongyuan was speechless.

The weird thing is, he actually felt that Song Qingfeng's worries were somewhat reasonable.

The Regent, who had lived an upright life, began to doubt his life when faced with the prejudice of his former brother-in-law.

Song Qingxue took advantage of the moment her brother was talking to think about it carefully, and felt that it was very likely. She was about to refuse, but at this moment a man in black appeared in front of the hall door.

"Master." The secret guard shouted loudly, diverting the attention of everyone in the hall.

Song Qingxue recognized this man as Xiahou Chongyuan's secret guard, but judging from his figure, he was probably someone she had never seen before.

As expected, Xiahou Chongyuan just remained silent, then stood up and walked to the door, and then saw the two of them avoiding people and whispering a few words.

When Xiahou Chongyuan returned to the hall, his expression became hurried.

"General Song, I have some important matters to deal with, so I will go back first. I hope you can keep the matter of Princess Changle secret for now. I will come to discuss it with you after I finish the important matters."

After saying this in one breath, he strode away, so fast that the three people in the hall didn't have time to say "Farewell, Your Highness".

After he left for a long time, Song Qingfeng came back to his senses and said, "Maybe it's because I said it right that he ran away out of guilt!"

"Probably not." Song Qingxue responded.

Although she thought Xiahou Chongyuan was a chauvinist, she also understood that he would not make an excuse to run away just because of a few words.

Judging from his hurried expression, something must have really happened and he needs to deal with it immediately.