Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

"Where are you going with my concubine?"

The extremely cold voice seemed to press towards Duanmu Minya and the others with a knife-like frost.

Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was still wearing a purplish red python robe, slowly showed the figure of a green pine standing upright on a cliff at the gate, and he looked at Song Yichen with a cold handsome face.

There was disbelief, sadness, and hatred in his eyes, and a variety of emotions were intertwined in his eyes.

His eyes made Song Yichen slightly startled, he knew that Xuanyuan Qingtian had misunderstood, he had seen such eyes before, if Xuanyuan Qingtian really misunderstood, then he would really lose Xuanyuan Qingtian as a friend.

"My lord, listen to me..."

Song Yichen opened his mouth anxiously to explain, but someone was faster than him.

"This matter has nothing to do with Dr. Song. It is the concubine who wants to go back to her own yard. Doctor Song agreed because he was afraid that the concubine would hurt himself because of her own will. Xiao Lin is very clear about this."

Duanmu Minya didn't ignore any of Xuanyuan Qingtian's expression, which was the same worried expression as Song Yichen's, so she immediately explained that Xuanyuan Qingtian might not believe what she said, so she pulled Xiaolin out and let Xiaolin came to testify.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingtian might still be able to listen to Xiaolin's words.

"Returning to the prince, everything the princess said is true, there is no falsehood."

When Xiaolin heard about Xuanyuan Qingtian's flowers, she secretly screamed, what if the prince misunderstood, what should I do? Why must the prince clear up the misunderstanding, otherwise not only Doctor Song will be wronged, but the prince will also lose a friend.

The friendship between the prince and Dr. Song is stronger than the family relationship with any other princes. In this time of intrigue and power struggle, she can't let the prince lose anyone.

At least not to lose trust, this is the most critical.

Song Yichen didn't speak, he just stood there holding Duanmu Minya upright, with an open face, without any guilt, just looking straight at Xuanyuan Qingtian's sharp knife-like gaze.

He just stood like this, standing like this without flinching, and he didn't feel guilty because of betraying Xuanyuan Qingtian.

The two of them stared at each other like this, with the same fierce, domineering and deep coldness that could not be refuted, and their unquestionable eyes just looked at each other like this.