The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 611 Lost Son
On the second day, Yuxian waited outside the mansion, watching Xie Chu personally put Song Xieyu on the hood, sighed, her princess was married to the right person, never thought that His Royal Highness Prince Yong would be so protective My lady.

Even for something as big as breaking into the prince's mansion with a knife, King Yong still didn't say a word to the concubine.

After getting into the carriage, Song Xieyu relaxed his mind, coughed lowly, and Yuxian and Yushu hurriedly patted their backs and brought water.

Seeing Song Xieyu's appearance, the two maids felt distressed and uncomfortable for a while, but they didn't talk much to persuade Song Xieyu to go back to the house and rest.

My young lady is very stubborn. The two of them have been with her for so many years, and they are still clear about this.

When they arrived at Huaiyin Prince's Mansion, they saw Song Qingshan waiting outside, while Yuxian and Yushu dared not speak and waited beside them.

Song Xieyu was calm and walked over slowly: "Why is daddy here?"

Song Qingshan looked at the slim daughter-in-law in front of him, and couldn't imagine her killing someone with a knife. There was news from the Prince's Mansion that Song Xieyu stabbed the maid beside Shen Zhaozhao in the heart with a knife. I can't believe it.

The daughter he held in his hand for more than ten years, the hand that only writes and draws, why is it suddenly stained with blood?
"If I don't wait here, I'm afraid you won't come to see me."

Song Xieyu's complexion remained unchanged, and he lowered his eyebrows pleasingly: "If Daddy broke into the prince's mansion because of Yu'er, Yu'er has never regretted it."

Song Qingshan looked at the prostitute in front of him with complicated eyes, and sighed after a long time: "That's all...you go and see Xiuyun, at this moment, only your words are still useful."

Song Xieyu stared at Song Qingshan's back, but finally said nothing, turned around and walked towards Xing Xiuyun's yard.

Just arrived at the courtyard, before entering the door, there was an atmosphere of mourning, the servant girls all looked ashen, and looked lifeless.

Seeing Song Xieyu coming, Xiuru twitched the corners of her mouth, then suddenly knelt down towards Song Xieyu.

Yuxian hurriedly wanted to help her up, but she couldn't pull her up no matter what.

"Princess, ma'am... ma'am..." Xiuru broke down in tears after speaking halfway, she simply stopped talking and kowtowed her head on the ground.

"Your kindness, I will keep it in my heart and never dare to forget it!"

Hearing that Song Xieyu took Dongzhen's life with a knife, Xiuru just felt happy, that person deserved what he deserved!

Ah!It's a pity that it wasn't that poisonous woman Shen Zhaozhao who killed her!

Song Xieyu didn't care about Xiuru, so she only asked Yuxian to stay and help her up, and she bypassed Xiuru and went straight into the room.

As soon as she entered the door, she could smell a strong smell of blood coming from the room. Xing Xiuyun was lying on the bed, without looking carefully, she couldn't see any movement at all, her breathing was weak, her face was as pale as paper, and she was completely dead.

Yuemo sensed someone's gaze, Xing Xiuyun's eyes trembled, and she slowly raised her eyes, seeing Song Xieyu, she twitched the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to smile with Song Xieyu.

"Sister Song..."

As soon as these three characters were uttered, tears rolled down like beads, and with the smile on his face, it was even more mournful.

Ever since Xing Xiuyun married Song Hexuan, she seldom called Sister Song, and more often called her Concubine Yong for the sake of etiquette.

Now that these three characters are called again, it is obviously really sad and hopeless.

Seeing Xing Xiuyun struggling to sit up, Song Xieyu went over and hugged her in his arms. As soon as he touched her hand, he felt Xing Xiuyun's thin figure.

After only a few days of hard work, Xing Xiuyun seemed to have been drained of blood, leaving only a skeleton in her body, and she looked horrible even holding her.

The clothes in her arms were quickly wet, and Xing Xiuyun was crying in her arms, her voice hoarse, like a trapped animal forced into a desperate situation.

"Sister Song... my child... is seven months old! It has a human form, and I can even see hands and feet... but it's gone..."

"Sister Song, what did I do wrong? Why did they hurt me so much..."

Xing Xiuyun wept blood, crying heartbreakingly, unable to speak, and was about to faint from crying again, Xiuru heard the movement and hurried in.

Song Xieyu didn't dare to let her emotions go any longer, and patted her on the back, with a cold tone and half-cast eyes: "It shouldn't be you who are crying, it should be the pack of wolves."

"You have to live well and see how they suffer retribution!"

Xiuru was startled listening to it. When others came, they all persuaded the young lady to look away. She was still young, and she always had children. Who was not consoling in a warm voice, but why did Princess Changle sound so frightened when she persuaded the young lady? ...

Now the lady can no longer stand any stimulation.

Xiuru was worrying, but strangely, Xing Xiuyun was really persuaded and cheered up.

Song Xieyu saw that Xiuru next to her was still stunned, frowned, and raised her voice: "Go get your wife some food."

Xiuru came to her senses, responded quickly, and moved forward nervously with food. Ever since she knew the child was gone, Xing Xiuyun never ate anything. Follow the ginseng film to continue life.

Sure enough, when Xing Xiuyun saw the food, she vomited again. Xiuru watched anxiously, and just about to throw away the food in her hand, the tray in her hand suddenly fell into Song Xieyu's hands.

"Princess!" Xiuru was in a hurry, Madam felt sick to her stomach when she saw the food, if she smelled it, she might have to spit out all the bitterness.

Before he could stop it, he saw Song Xieyu pinching Xing Xiuyun's chin, and said in a cold voice, "If you die like this, Shen Zhaozhao and the others won't shed a single tear for you!"

Xing Xiuyun was pinched by her, her face was terrified, her tears kept falling down like beads on a thread.

"I killed Shen Zhaozhao's maidservant for you. As a mother, you really can't stand up to the wall like this? Just watch Shen Zhaozhao kill the children in your belly and let them get away with it?"

Song Xieyu's face was serious, and after a while, he suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled extremely contemptuously: "If a person is not afraid of death, then there is nothing in this world that can make her afraid. If I were you, I would never just go on a hunger strike for nothing. To die, even if you risk your life for your life, you have to make life difficult for the culprit!"

Xing Xiuyun's out-of-focus eyes slowly gathered light, Song Xieyu let go of her, and watched her lying on the bed with tears streaming down her face.

Putting the food plate in his hand on the bed, Song Xieyu finally spoke coldly: "If you live up to yourself, you will know what to do and what not to do. If you don't live up to it, I will only treat it as a gift for my unborn child." Nephew revenge, from now on your life and death, I will not persuade."

As soon as Song Xieyu finished speaking, Xing Xiuyun grabbed the pastry on the plate and stuffed it into her mouth, forcing herself to swallow it.

Xiuru watched from the side with tears streaming down her face, and hurriedly brought the porridge over: "Madam, slow down, you have to watch yourself carefully now."

(End of this chapter)