Chapter 418: Confession

Song Han was helped aside, changed his clothes, and taken to his study next door.

The study was quiet.

Wuyi was helping Song Mo write big characters.

Song Han raised his head and glanced at the floor-length dressing mirror out of the corner of his eye.

The man in the mirror was neatly dressed, and looked no different from usual except that his face was a little pale and his expression was a little listless.

Only then did he deeply understand the meaning of "leaving no traces".

If he had just died, would he have looked like he had fallen and drowned?

Song Han felt cold all over and his teeth were chattering, but he still rushed towards Song Mo: "Brother, brother, this was not your idea, right? You just wanted to scare me, right?" He started crying, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I'm scared. I'm afraid that you will hate father even more after you know it... I'm stuck in the middle, torn... I didn't mean it... otherwise I wouldn't have told you that father and mother had quarreled... There were many times when I wanted to tell you, but you were either with Gu Yu or went to the palace, so I had no chance to tell you... I could only ask you to find out as soon as possible... I didn't expect that brother really found out... and I don't know how to tell you..."

Song Mo seemed not to have heard him. He did not even raise his head and let him cry. He finished the last stroke carefully, looked at it for a long time, put down the pen, took the handkerchief handed to him by Wuyi, wiped his hands, raised his head and smiled at Song Han, "You are here! Sit down and talk."

It was as if the torture just now was all a dream.

Song Han couldn't stop shaking.

He had seen Song Mo like this, greeting those people he didn't care about at all in a polite and distant manner, but he never expected that one day he would become one of those people Song Mo didn't care about at all.

Or so he thought.

He had thought about this when Jiang Yan was first brought back.

But when he saw that Song Mo did not pursue the matter, he deceived himself and did not continue to think about it.

Song Han stayed in front of his desk.

Lu Ming respectfully helped him sit on the armchair not far from Song Mo. There was no trace of the indifference and brutality on his face that he had shown when he was interrogating him just now. He was like a humble servant.

Hypocrisy!

How fake!

They are all empty things!

Song Han looked at his face, and it felt like there was a fire burning in his chest that was about to burst out.

But he didn't dare!

The pain of suffocation still remained clear in his senses.

The man in front of him, although seemingly polite, warm and modest, was actually cold-blooded and ruthless in nature. He was no longer the brother who loved him so much.

He sat there with his legs limp.

Wuyi offered him a cup of hot tea.

He murmured "thank you", but in return Song Mo gave him a cold and disdainful smile.

In the past, the second master of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion was such a distinguished figure. Not to mention thanking a servant, as long as he showed a satisfied smile to the people who served him, those servants would be flattered and feel it was the supreme honor. However, Song Han understood this very well since he was a child. He was as proud as a peacock and would not easily thank anyone.

But now, without the identity of the second master of the British Duke's Mansion, he is just a humble ordinary person.

Song Mo looked at him and felt even more disgusted.

How come I was blinded by greed and misjudged my father and him?

Song Mo sneered, "I didn't expect that our Second Master Song would bow his head this day. If you had known this would happen, why did you do that? Even if you were Li Tiao Niang's son, you were just a baby at that time. What has the adult's mistakes to do with you? Not to mention that you also have the blood of the Song family flowing in your veins. Even if you were brought back from outside by your father for your evil mother, since you have been my younger brother for more than ten years, I would still treat you as my own brother. Who knew that you would not cherish such a fate, and had to wait until you were knocked down into the dust to realize how free and honorable your previous days were."

His voice was like a mountain spring, clear and crisp yet a little cold.

Song Han lowered his head, his face turning red and white.

If I had told the truth at the beginning, would Song Mo really still treat me like his own brother?

He didn't believe it at all, but his defenses, which were as strong as a city wall, couldn't help but loosen a little.

However, Song Mo never wanted to talk about this matter again.

This would only make him see once again how stupid he was!

He put all the past behind him and asked Song Han again: "What did father and mother say when they quarreled?"

Song Han raised his head, looked at Song Mo seriously, and said sincerely: "I really don't know. I know you don't believe it, but I really don't know. I can't just make up something to fool you, right?

My mother was not in good health during those days and was always listless. You were in Liaoning, and I was very worried. In addition to taking care of my mother's medicine every day, I read the Lotus Sutra in front of the Bodhisattva to pray for my mother.

My mother was very happy and praised me for being filial and sensible in front of my father.

I was very proud and wanted to show off in front of my father. I insisted on boiling the medicine for my mother myself. My mother disagreed because she was afraid that I would get burned. But my father said that I had grown up and knew how to care for others, which was a good thing, and asked Zhujun to accompany me to boil the medicine.

But one day, my mother's baby kept meowing around me, causing me to knock over the medicine bowl.

Zhujun and the others smiled and comforted me, telling me not to worry, and quickly took another dose of medicine and boiled it on the stove.

I was so angry that I gave the remaining medicine to Xiaobao.

After Xiaobao drank it, he could no longer get up.

I was scared to death.

Xingfang said that I was the one who fed Xiaobao the wrong amount of medicine.

I was afraid that my mother would blame me. Thinking that she had been bedridden these days and had no time to take care of Xiaobao and Dabao, I asked Xingfang to help me hide Xiaobao. I was going to find my fifth uncle and ask him to find a cat for me that looked exactly like Xiaobao.

Xingfang agreed.

But I was very worried, afraid that my mother would find out that Xiaobao was missing.

Just go find Xingfang.

But he saw Xingfang quietly burying the dregs of the medicine her mother had drunk.

I was very confused at the time. Even if they were burying the medicinal residue, Qingli and Zhujun should have been the ones to do it. Why was Xingfang the one doing it?

Every day I would secretly grab a handful of the medicine residue my mother had drunk and sprinkle it into the pot of the black chrysanthemum in her room.

Not long after, the black chrysanthemum died.

I ran to tell my father.

My father accompanied my mother to appreciate the chrysanthemums under the veranda.

I was afraid that my mother would be sad, so I didn't dare tell her. I wanted to tell my father quietly later.

But my mother kept holding my hand and asking me if I was cold, and I was afraid that I would let the cat out of the bag, so I ran to help Aunt Xie make osmanthus cake.

You know what happened next.

When I came back, my father and mother were sullen and ignored each other. My mother asked Li Bai to take me downstairs to change clothes. When I came back, my mother and father were arguing. Madam Xie carried me under the grape trellis. I didn’t have time to hear clearly why my mother and father were arguing. Later, Li Bai dragged me back to the room. When Qing Li came to call me, my mother was already dead. She was lying on the bed vomiting blood. My father went forward, but was pushed away by my mother...”

Song Mo's face was calm, but his pale fingertips holding the teacup revealed his emotions.

He glanced at Song Han calmly and said softly, "Song Han, you are still lying! Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I dare not do anything to you, so you are so reckless?"

The gentle yet emotionless voice made Song Han's hair stand on end.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me." He looked at Song Mo dejectedly, his dry voice making him seem very nervous.

Song Mo smiled at him, stood up, and grabbed his neck with his hand like lightning.

"You may not know this yet," he said slowly, his hands tightening like iron clamps, "but I don't mind doing it myself at all."

Song Han's face immediately began to turn red.

He held Song Mo's hands tightly.

But how can he be Song Mo's opponent?

Song Han felt the pain of suffocation again.

He stared at Song Mo with his eyes wide open.

Song Mo laughed sarcastically.

There was a loud noise outside the door.

Song Han cried out.

Song Mo closed his tiger's mouth slowly.

Song Yichun roared from outside the door: "This is outrageous! This is the Duke of Ying's Mansion. Yizhitang is also a part of the Duke of Ying's Mansion. You are the guards of Yizhitang and the Duke of Ying's Mansion. How dare you stop me? Don't blame me for being rude when the time comes!"

Song Han cheered up.

There can't be someone related to my father in the Senate. If Song Mo tries him in the Senate, he is simply walking into a trap!

As long as he lives and waits until his father shows up, Song Mo will have no way to deal with him.

A hint of pride flashed in Song Han's eyes.

Song Mo smiled dumbly.

He looked into Song Han's eyes and gently instructed Lu Ming, "Let the Duke come in. I want him to see with his own eyes how I strangle his son to death!"

Lu Ming replied "yes" expressionlessly and left the inner room.

Song Han was greatly shocked.

Song Mo's hands tightened.

Song Han struggled with all his might.

Song Mo just looked at him with contempt, as if he was a cockroach that could be slapped to death at any time.

Song Yichun entered under the protection of several regular guards.

The scene in the room stunned him.

Chang Huwei and the others were even more dumbfounded.

Song Mo leaned close to Song Han and whispered, "I'll ask you one last time, what did father and mother say when they quarreled?"

Song Han's eyes were red and his head was unable to move. He glanced at Song Yichun pitifully, silently asking Song Yichun for help.

Song Yichun came back to his senses and strode towards Song Mo: "What do you want to do? Do you want to murder your brother?"

"Yes!" Song Mo turned around, smiled provocatively at Song Yichun, and said, "Father is wrong, you should ask me if I want to murder my brother!"

Song Yichun paused.

Song Mo's hand suddenly tightened.

Song Mo couldn't breathe and stuck out his tongue.

Song Yichun was furious: "Stop it! You rebellious son, even if the lawsuit goes to court, I will take your position as the crown prince away from you!"

"Really?" Song Mo raised his eyebrows at Song Yichun and let go of his hand.

Song Han covered his neck and collapsed to the ground.

Song Mo stepped on Song Han's head: "Father, I think it's better for you not to interfere in our affairs!" As he spoke, a metallic sound rang out in the house, and many people appeared in and out of the house, surrounding Song Yichun and others.

Song Yichun was furious: "What are you going to do?"

Chang Huwei, Lu Ming and others drew their swords and stood facing each other.

The house was filled with the tension and depression as if a storm was about to come.