Xiahou Chongyuan did not delay. He comforted Song Qingxue and left.

Song Qingxue heard the sound of rain outside and couldn't help but walk out of the room to see.

The rain was not particularly heavy, but the wind was blowing hard, and the rain fell diagonally and hit her face.

The cold rain suddenly reminded her of something.

Xiahou Chongyuan’s leg injury...is not suitable for action in such a rainy day.

Moreover, their divorce happened suddenly, and Xiahou Chongyuan had not yet completed the acupuncture treatment that he was supposed to do.

After this matter is resolved, we have to take good care of him, otherwise he will suffer from cold legs in the future!

…

An old house in the west of the city.

Lin Shu didn't expect Xiahou Chongyuan to come here in person. Fortunately, the timing was just right. When he was about to go back to report the situation, he saw him rushing over here.

"My lord." Lin Shu landed in front of him.

"Lin Shu?" Xiahou Chongyuan didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with him, but asked, "What's going on?"

"As the Lord expected, Princess Changle is not dead."

"Is she awake?"

"yes."

"Which room does she live in?"

After Xiahou Chongyuan asked, Lin Shu took him and sneaked into the house again.

Most of the servants serving in the house were asleep, and there was only one room with the lights on in the entire house.

The secret guard named Tianyi beside Xiahou Chun put the man down and left. There were no other masters in the mansion, so Xiahou Chongyuan and Lin Shu just stood in the shadow outside the window.

There was a bright candlelight in the room, and two figures were reflected on the window paper, with the flames trembling slightly in the wind from time to time.

"Really? If you guys had gone any later, I would have suffocated to death in there! Don't give me such dirty tricks in the future, otherwise I'll turn into a ghost and haunt you after I die!" Mo Weixin's voice came from the room, her tone full of anger and fear.

"Princess, please don't be upset." The voice that followed was as gentle as water, "I have been calculating the time. I will not let you suffocate to death in the coffin."

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to bother with you! Zhao Wanqiu, tell me quickly, is that bitch Song Qingxue dead or not?"

"Oh" Zhao Wanqiu sighed and didn't speak for a long time.

"What does your sigh mean? Are you dead or not?"

“No.”

Zhao Wanqiu's tone was quite regretful.

"How could she not be dead? Chong Yuan loves me, and my father loves me so much, there is no way they would not avenge me! How could she not be dead!"

Mo Weixin's tone became extremely angry. She simply couldn't believe that even though she was dead, that bitch Song Qingxue still had a chance to survive!

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"You must be lying to me!"

She overturned the tea set on the table, and the ceramic teapot and teacups fell to the ground with a clatter, startling Zhao Wanqiu so much that she frowned.

Zhao Wanqiu's tone was a little colder. "Princess, no one wants her to die more than I do. I won't lie to you about this."

"But why is she still alive!" Mo Weixin shouted.

"Because the Prince Regent likes her, because her father is the General Zhenyuan, and because the Queen Mother is her aunt!"

"What did you say?" Mo Weixin suddenly grabbed her thin shoulders, bloodshot eyes, "How could Chongyuan like her! How could she be worthy of Chongyuan! Zhao Wanqiu, what nonsense are you talking about!"

When Mo Weixin heard Xiahou Chongyuan's words that he liked Song Qingxue, her emotions suddenly collapsed.

It didn't matter to her whether the Queen Mother was Song Qingxue's aunt or not. She only thought, how could Chongyuan like that bitch?

No, Chong Yuan doesn't like that bitch!

Zhao Wanqiu must be talking nonsense! Zhao Wanqiu must be deliberately provoking her!

Zhao Wanqiu remained motionless, and her tone was exceptionally calm: "Mo Weixin, you should wake up. Think carefully about who the Regent King loves."

"He and I grew up together, so naturally he... loves me."

She said this, but her voice became smaller and smaller.

Zhao Wanqiu raised her eyes and smiled, "He loves you? Ask yourself if you believe it or not."

Mo Weixin lowered his hands and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. I'll analyze it with you."

Zhao Wanqiu was extremely suitable to be the executioner who killed people and destroyed their hearts. "Princess, you have always regarded yourself as the sweetheart of the Regent, but has he ever admitted it?"

"he……"

"He didn't. He knew you loved him, but he never responded to you."

"Princess, do you know what the Marquis did when you faked your death?" Zhao Wanqiu threw out a bait at the right time.

Mo Weixin, the fish, naturally had to be hooked, "What did you do?"

"Your Majesty, please put aside your dignity and ask the Prince to give you a title." She raised her eyes and stared at Mo Weixin. "Tell me, if the Regent really loves you, how could he not agree? Your Majesty is willing to put aside his dignity and ask him. If he loves you, how could he bear not to give you this title?"

"Daddy..." Mo Weixin choked up a little, "I'm really sorry, Daddy. I'm an unfilial daughter."

Seeing her extremely moved, Zhao Wanqiu continued, "Princess, I told you so much because I really feel that we are friends. Really, if the Regent King just didn't respond or admit it, it would be fine, but when you were lying in the coffin, he even openly protected Song Qingxue in front of the mourning hall and didn't allow Anding Hou to deal with her!"

"Impossible!" Mo Weixin retorted without confidence.

There is clear evidence that Song Qingxue killed her, but the fact that she is still alive is the best proof.

She hated Song Qingxue.

Why did this woman take away the favor and protection that belonged to her? What was so good about this woman? Why did she compare to her?

The more Mo Weixin thought about it, the more she hated him. Zhao Wanqiu observed her expression and said, "Look, you are refuting so quietly, so you must believe what I said."

"Princess, the Marquis and his wife really want to kill Song Qingxue, but the Regent King won't allow it." Zhao Wanqiu continued to exaggerate: "Princess, the wife cried and fainted several times for you, but he remained indifferent. Just waiting like before will not make the Regent King love you, you have to fight for it yourself!"

"Fight for it? How can I fight for it?" Mo Weixin looked at her with red eyes: "He doesn't love me, he loves Song Qingxue. He doesn't care if I die, what can I use to fight for it!"

Zhao Wanqiu smiled and held her hand, saying, "It's a bit naive for the princess to still talk about love at this time."

Mo Weixin felt very uncomfortable after hearing this, "What do you mean by this?"

"Things have come to this point. The princess should think about how to get rid of Song Qingxue and then undermine the power of the regent. As long as he is trapped by her side, who he loves is still up to the princess."

Zhao Wanqiu narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes full of shrewdness, "Princess, do you think what I said is right?"

After hearing this, Mo Weixin was stunned for a moment.

She didn't even dare to think about such a thing!

"Princess, the Regent King doesn't understand your heart. You should use this method to make him understand." She bewitched: "You should keep him by your side and tell him your feelings every day. You should make him remember your feelings in his heart and engrave them firmly in his bones, so that he will never forget them until the next life."

Zhao Wanqiu's words undoubtedly made her extremely excited.

She didn't hesitate for long before asking, "Then what should I do?"

Zhao Wanqiu smiled and patted the back of her hand, softening her tone and saying, "Now, Princess, take a good rest. When your injury is healed, I will tell you what to do."