"Of course." Song Tangxue chuckled inwardly; not everyone likes to eat shit.
That position wasn't what she wanted in the first place. The Crown Princess was tailor-made for Song Tangli; if it were forced upon her, she would find it unlucky.
After all, how can a scumbag and a bitch be together if they don't deserve to be together?
“You’re not entirely obstinate.” Reassured, Song Tangli was overjoyed: “Don’t worry, we are both children of the Song family. If we enter the Eastern Palace together, I will take care of you.”
Does it take into account the underworld?
Song Tangxue didn't mind: "Thank you for your help, sister."
Song Tangli left triumphantly like a victorious rooster. Song Tangxue found it somewhat amusing, wondering what Li Zhaoxian would think after learning Song Tangli's true colors.
Isn't he most fond of those ethereal, otherworldly fairies?
There were more important things to do today, so Song Tangxue didn't argue with Song Tangli any further.
Exiting through the back door, Song Tangxue wrapped herself up tightly. When she arrived at the Left Prime Minister's residence, the guards at the gate didn't recognize her and she was almost kidnapped as an assassin.
It was An Shiliu who recognized her as she passed by and led her to see Xie Qianzhong.
Xie Qianzhong looked at her attire with some shock. She was dressed entirely in black, even her face was covered by a black veil: "What kind of outfit is this?"
"Isn't it because I'm afraid people will recognize me and cause you more trouble?" Song Tangxue removed her veil, her bright eyes gazing at Xie Qianzhong with eyes as clear as autumn water.
"Don't you think it's conspicuous to walk in all black during the day?" Xie Qianzhong came forward with a hint of helplessness, lowered the wide brim of her hat to reveal her stunningly beautiful face.
“Uh…” Song Tangxue was speechless for a moment: “I didn’t think it through.”
She had just woken up and was still a little groggy, but the thought of the man who had saved her stirred her heart, and she couldn't help but want to see him.
"It's alright, she's quite cute." Xie Qianzhong's hand didn't leave, gently stroking a strand of Song Tangxue's hair.
"I want to thank you this time for getting me out of Dali Temple." Song Tangxue bowed gracefully, but Xie Qianzhong stopped her and pulled her into his arms.
Close to his chest, a faint, refreshing fragrance emanated from his body. Though extremely subtle, the fragrance seemed to emanate from his very bones, bringing a delightful and intoxicating feeling.
Song Tangxue knew that Xie Qianzhong must have paid a price this time, and she should thank him both publicly and privately.
Xie Qianzhong was tormented. He knew Song Tangxue would come, but he couldn't get the blood-stained cloth out of his hand.
"Tang Xue..." Xie Qianzhong buried his face in her neck and whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
If she finds out, she'll definitely cry.
Song Tangxue stepped out of his embrace and saw Xie Qianzhong, who was stammering for the first time: "What's wrong?"
"Haitang is dead." Xie Qianzhong stared intently into her eyes and saw tears slowly welling up inside them.
Almost instantly, Song Tangxue's face turned pale: "What did you say?" Her voice trembled, completely incredulous.
Feeling a pang of pity, Xie Qianzhong turned his head away: "Haitang will take the blame for you."
If these words came from him, Song Tangxue might be able to accept them more easily. If others said them, they would inevitably exaggerate and hurt her feelings.
"How could this be!" Song Tangxue suddenly remembered the inexplicable palpitations she had felt on her sickbed, and gave a bitter smile: "You're lying to me, aren't you?"
Her eyes were moist, filled with anticipation, and misty with tears.
"I didn't lie to you." Even though he was reluctant, Xie Qianzhong still nodded cruelly and turned to walk towards his desk.
Song Tangxue followed him blankly, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. She had lost the ability to think; she was a living, breathing person just a few days ago.
Xie Qianzhong handed her the blood-written letter left by Haitang: "This is what Haitang left behind."
As it slowly unfolded, eight characters came into view. Song Tangxue suddenly squatted down, clutching her heart. How much pain must Haitang be in?
Xie Qianzhong squatted down and hugged her tenderly, patting her back gently: "Tang Xue."
For a period of time, Song Tangxue could not hear any sound, as if she had fallen into a void.
"Thank you so much for informing me, sir." Song Tangxue wiped away her tears and carefully tucked the cloth garment into her body.
Xie Qianzhong squatted down, patted her head, and looked at her with a smile: "It will pass."
Upon learning of Haitang's death, Song Tangxue returned to the Song residence in a daze, unaware that some oblivious maid was gossiping at the door.
"Do you know why the young lady was able to come back this time?"
"Didn't they say they would be exonerated?"
"Who told you that? It was the young lady's maid who took the blame for her."
"How tragic, these masters are heartless."
Song Tangxue went inside, and the maid who was sweeping immediately fell silent, lowering her head to sweep up non-existent trash at the doorway.
However, there was no sign of panic on his face as if he had been caught.
"Those who speak ill of their master behind his back shall go and receive their punishment."
If it were in the past, Song Tangxue might have just let it pass. Having been reborn, she has come to see things in a different light.
But not anymore. She treats her servants with courtesy and doesn't want to argue with them.
Having spent time in prison, many of his thoughts had changed, and the two maids, clutching their broom handles, dared not speak.
The servants would often gather together to chat, and they all said that Miss Song was the most even-tempered and never got angry with the servants, which made the two of them feel somewhat emboldened.
After dealing with the two servants, Song Tangxue walked wearily along the road.
That familiar figure is no longer by my side. The person who stayed with me until the end in my past life has drifted apart halfway through this one.
"Miss, Madam requests your presence." Cui Xi waited at the door.
Song Tangxue blinked her sore eyes, then turned and went to her mother's courtyard, where everyone was present.
Mr. and Mrs. Song, Madam Song, and Song Tangli were all present. They chatted and laughed, creating a harmonious and warm atmosphere.
Upon seeing her, Song's mother immediately looked dejected and threw the melon seeds she was holding back into the plate.
"Isn't this our eldest daughter who has been exonerated?" Old Madam Song looked at Song Tangxue as she entered with an unfriendly expression: "Isn't she just a servant who sells herself for personal gain?"
“Sister is also trying to protect herself.” Song Tangli nestled beside Old Madam Song. “Every man for himself. Grandmother, please don’t blame my sister.”
"That girl has been by your side for so many years, longer than she has been with the Song family," Song's mother sighed. "If you can abandon her without hesitation today, will you be able to abandon the Song family without hesitation tomorrow?"
Right now, Song's mother wants Song Tangxue dead the most. She has something on Song Tangxue's hands, and although there's no evidence, she can't do anything to her for the time being.
Ultimately, it's like a hidden bomb.
"Grandmother, rest assured, Ali will never abandon the Song family." Song Tangli assured, "I have been raised in the Song family since I was a child, and my affection for the Song family is deeper than anyone else's."
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