"The master asked me to ask you what you're thinking. If you don't want to pursue that position anymore, you should say so soon," the man asked respectfully.
"That's all?" Xie Qianzhong propped his head up. Dealing with those people these past few days had been very mentally taxing, and now that everything had settled down, he felt like his head was about to explode.
"Is it worth it? Does Lord Xie think it's worth it for a woman?"
Xie Qianzhong coldly glanced at him: "I will write to explain later."
He avoided answering his second question, closing his eyes to rest.
The man left in silence.
"Master!" A guard entered through the window, and Xie Qianzhong reopened his weary eyes: "What is it?"
"Haitang is dead."
He left behind a confession written in blood.
Xie Qianzhong's eyebrows twitched slightly. This person was left behind at Dali Temple to handle the aftermath. Xie Qianzhong knew the significance of Haitang to Song Tangxue.
She pursed her lips slightly: "Miss Song must not know about this. Keep your mouth shut."
The guard nodded and carefully took out a small piece of white cloth from his pocket: "This was found on Miss Haitang."
Xie Qianzhong gestured for someone to bring it over, and the guards obediently laid it out on the table.
The crabapple tree has no regrets, so there's no need to be sad.
Xie Qianzhong frowned and closed his eyes: "I understand. Go back and keep an eye on things. Don't let anyone take advantage of the situation again."
After the guards left, Xie Qianzhong picked up the small piece of cloth, feeling a pang of sadness. This had finally resolved the deadlock.
Haitang's selfless act made the subsequent progress of the matter incredibly smooth. Xie Qianzhong carefully put away the strip of cloth and let out a deep sigh.
I just hope this strip of cloth never ends up in Song Tangxue's hands.
When Xie Qianzhong arrived, the house was filled with a strong medicinal smell. This was a guest room of the Dali Temple, and the old doctor was stroking his beard as he took Song Tangxue's pulse.
"How is it?" Xie Qianzhong lifted the curtain and went in, asking calmly.
"It's alright, it won't endanger your life. Just take good care of yourself and avoid overexertion in the coming days." The old doctor put down his hand and wrote down the prescription.
After everyone in the room had left, Xie Qianzhong walked to the bedside and looked down tenderly at Song Tangxue's pale face.
Even after applying medicine, the scar on my finger was still a deep red.
The wound on his head was even more horrific. Fortunately, it was covered by hair, so it wasn't visible, but the fatal wound was on his head.
Xie Qianzhong bent down, his long hair cascading down, a small strand landing on Song Tangxue's face. Xie Qianzhong caught the strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear.
His eyes were as gentle as moonlight, unlike the aloof and arrogant Ninth Prince. Only when no one was watching could Xie Qianzhong slightly let down his guard.
From childhood, he carried the burden of a blood feud. Many people around him taught him to sever all ties and not to have any other thoughts.
He did very well over the years, eventually rising to the position of the Ninth Prince, wielding immense power.
But people's hearts are not made of stone. No matter how cold and ruthless a person is, their heart is made of flesh and blood. They feel pain, they feel discomfort, and they can't help but have other thoughts.
Xie Qianzhong's hands, with their distinct knuckles, gently stroked Song Tangxue's eyebrows and eyes, smoothing out the peaks at the tips of her eyebrows, and then moved down her nose to her lips.
Her pale, dry lips were slightly parted. Xie Qianzhong lowered his head as if possessed and moistened her lips.
Soft light shone through the window paper onto his eyebrows and eyes, shimmering like a river in spring.
When Song Tangxue woke up, she was already at the Song residence.
Xie Qianzhong really came.
Song Tangxue felt a mix of emotions. She thought she was really going to die this time, but unexpectedly, Xie Qianzhong saved her life again.
The pain in her head and fingertips slowly returned as she woke up, causing her pain. Song Tangxue rubbed her forehead and subconsciously called out, "Haitang."
Hearing the sound, Cui Xi entered the room and glanced at her somewhat awkwardly: "Miss, you're awake?"
Cui Xi went outside and brought back a bowl of medicine, handing it to Song Tangxue. Song Tangxue stirred it with a spoon: "Where's Haitang?"
"Miss, are you feeling unwell after waking up?" Cui Xi changed the subject, her eyes flickering as she looked to the side.
Song Tangxue put down the spoon, feeling uneasy: "No."
Cui Xi opened her mouth and then closed it again, her eyes darting away, not daring to look at Song Tangxue. Song Tangxue picked up the medicine bowl again and drank it all in one gulp. In the past, Haitang would have offered her a piece of candied fruit or a candy.
"Where's Haitang?" Song Tangxue asked for the third time, this time staring intently at Cuixi. Cuixi picked up Song Tangxue's empty bowl, put it down, and pursed her lips.
"Oh, still alive?" Song Tangli came in from outside and was displeased to see that Song Tangxue had actually sat up.
Wasn't it said that Song Tangxue's injuries were too severe and she was about to die? She came here happily to collect Song Tangxue's body.
She knew best that she hadn't held back when she hit her head.
I can't believe she managed to pull through all of this.
Cui Xi lowered her head even further, and quickly glanced at Song Tangxue: "This servant will take her leave now."
After saying that, she lowered her head and quickly slipped out of the house. Song Tangxue watched her retreating figure thoughtfully.
Song Tangli glanced at her with some regret, smoothed her sleeves, and sat down on the stool: "You're lucky to have survived in this situation."
She slowly poured herself a cup of tea, held it in her hands, and examined it: "Sister, do you know that the wedding is in three days?"
Song Tangxue frowned and regained her composure: "We'll get married in three days?"
“Yes, the Empress Dowager personally issued the decree.” Song Tangli put down her teacup and looked at Song Tangxue with a smile: “Sister, don’t forget what you promised Grandmother.”
"Of course." Song Tangxue didn't want to argue with her about these things; she was extremely unwilling to get involved with the Crown Princess.
Song Tangli sighed, "Sister, please don't resent me, even though I took a lot of things from you..."
"I wouldn't, at least I wouldn't be so heartless as to kill my own parents." Song Tangxue interrupted her, not wanting to hear her say anything nonsensical.
All she can take are things she doesn't want.
"What are you saying?" A flash of melancholy crossed Song Tangli's eyes as she smiled at Song Tangxue, but that smile concealed a dagger.
“You also committed adultery with Li Zong. It’s true that if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too.” Song Tangxue thought of her mother.
"Does Liu even deserve to be my mother?" Song Tangli thought she was referring to Liu: "So what if I killed the person? No one will doubt me."
Song Tangxue looked at Song Tangxue with smug satisfaction and laughed maniacally: "The Song family will stand by my side unconditionally, but no one will believe you."
"As for the matter of the Dali Temple, a prison official has already taken the blame. Who would have any leverage over it? Based on your one-sided account?" Song Tangli laughed loudly: "Song Tangxue, accept your fate. You are destined to be no match for me in this life."
Song Tangxue watched her go crazy quietly, like a clown.
"I advise you to obey orders obediently in three days. You're in the Song residence; there are countless ways to make you follow my every word. Don't try anything funny." Song Tangli looked at her and warned her, "Don't think you can control me just because you have this leverage."
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