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Song Qingning looked up at Xie Xuanjin, then quickly looked away.

This suggestion undoubtedly ignited a fire in everyone's hearts.

What a rare opportunity it is to see Mingyue Xian painting in person!

"His Highness Prince Huai's suggestion is good. Prince Song, would you like to compose a painting in public?" Minister Cui still trusted Song Mingtang.

He doesn't allow anyone to question the people he admires.

Painting in public dispels doubts; simple and direct.

Song Mingtang was feeling guilty.

Xie Xuanjin's voice lowered again, "Young Master Song is unwilling to paint in public? Could it be that someone was right, and you are not Mingyue Xian at all?"

"No, I am!"

"If that's the case, why does Prince Song hesitate?" Xie Xuanjin pressed on relentlessly.

Everyone was looking at Song Mingtang.

Song Mingtang tried to find a reason: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I'm not used to using foreign writing materials."

"An excuse." Xie Xuanjin sipped his tea, mercilessly exposing his lie.

Song Mingtang didn't know why Xie Xuanjin was targeting him like this. He was filled with hatred, but he didn't dare to look Xie Xuanjin in the eye.

In a panic, Song Mingtang suddenly clutched his stomach. "If only painting in public can satisfy everyone, then I will paint. Please allow me to leave for a moment."

He needs to use the restroom.

Song Qingning watched Song Mingtang leave with a cold smile.

She anticipated that Song Mingtang would try to stall for time and devise a solution.

But what kind of solution could Song Mingtang possibly come up with?

He couldn't think of a way for her to help him!

Song Qingning picked up the teacup in front of her. Someone in the crowd saw her "signal" and immediately gave the other two a look, passing the signal on.

Everything was kept extremely secret, yet Xie Xuanjin on the second floor saw it all.

"Fourth Brother, you're acting a bit strange today," Xie Yunli said, moving closer to Xie Xuanjin.

Although he was surprised that Mingyue Xian was actually the heir of the Yongning Marquis's mansion, he did not suspect anything.

What surprised him was not Xie Xuanjin's suspicion, but that he would step in to take charge of this matter.

Fourth Brother has never liked to meddle in other people's business.

Xie Xuanjin withdrew his gaze from a certain spot on the first floor. "It's just returning a favor."

He doesn't like owing favors to others.

She injured Shen Yue's right ear, and he realized her intentions, thus facilitating what she wanted.

We owe each other nothing.

Xie Yunli couldn't understand.

But the thought of Mingyue Xian painting in public made his eyes light up: "If Song Mingtang really is Mingyue Xian, I will get that painting he's going to paint later, no matter how much silver it costs. Fourth Brother, you have to help me."

There were plenty of wealthy people present.

If someone tries to take it from him, he wouldn't mind letting his fourth brother use his power to intimidate them.

Xie Xuanjin, however, said, "Song Mingtang will not be coming back."

A fake "Bright Moon Fairy" cannot paint the painting Xie Yunli wants.

……

After leaving Danshuang Pavilion, Song Mingtang anxiously tried to think of a solution.

Suddenly, a sigh was heard, "Oh, what bad luck. I broke my hand a couple of days ago, and now I can't even hold a pen. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, so I might have to miss this scientific expedition."

Song Mingtang stopped and looked over.

Upon seeing the man's injured hand, an idea immediately came to mind.

Song Mingtang was afraid of pain, but in order to find an excuse for not being able to paint, he had no choice but to harden his heart and break his hand.

A scream came from behind the artificial hill.

The sound was deafening.

Even those inside Danshuang Pavilion could hear it clearly. "What was that sound?"

Minister Cui sent someone out to investigate, and they quickly returned with news: "It's Prince Song; he broke his hand."

Everyone was shocked and rushed over immediately.

Song Mingtang was lying on the ground, his lips pale and bloodless, his right hand hanging limply, and his arm looked as if it had been broken in more than one place.

Despite being in excruciating pain and covered in cold sweat, Song Mingtang was still preoccupied with the purpose of deliberately injuring his hand. "I...I'm sorry, the painting project will probably have to be postponed."

Let's postpone it for now and let Liu figure out a solution.

However, many discerning people present could see that something was amiss.

When he was about to paint to prove himself, he suddenly broke his right hand.

This is too much of a coincidence.

If it's too much of a coincidence, it's not a coincidence anymore; it's a sign of guilt.

"Quickly, send Prince Song back to the Marquis's residence and have a doctor treat his injuries. Such a serious injury cannot be delayed," said Minister Cui.

The enthusiasm in his voice was gone.

Song Mingtang was carried out of Chongwen Hall, his hand broken, looking utterly disheveled and lacking the glory of his former life.

Song Mingtang tried to stall for time, but still did not give up his identity as "Mingyue Xian".

But Song Qingning won't give him a chance.

Before the poetry appreciation gathering had even ended, news of Song Mingtang impersonating Mingyue Xian had already spread.

"I never expected the heir of the Yongning Marquis's mansion to be so vain, actually impersonating the renowned Mingyue Xian. Is he taking advantage of Mingyue Xian's low profile and her refusal to show her face?"

"Unfortunately, he didn't have the ability himself, and when he was asked to draw a picture to prove himself, he was exposed."

"That's incredibly stupid."

The students treated it as a joke.

They even suspected that the student who identified people by their seals was someone Song Mingtang had hired to put on an act.

Hearing the taunts, Song Qingyan wanted to defend Song Mingtang, but then changed her mind.

It wasn't just the students who mocked Song Mingtang; noble ladies who came to join in the fun also joined in.

The ladies of high society laughed it off.

They then talked about how Princess Rouan had invited them for tea not long ago, and how they had gotten their clothes wet.

"Were you invited too? Did your clothes get soaked from the tea too?"

"Yes, but I accidentally fell into the lake."

"When I was strolling in the park, a careless old woman poured the water she was sweeping on me."

"..."

They were all invited by Princess Rouan, and each had their own way of getting their clothes wet.

"Fortunately, the clothes were wet, but there were changes available. It's just that the red dress was too plain. The strangest thing is that Princess Rouan insisted on wearing a veil."

Song Qingyan was terrified.

She knew it must be Xie Yunli looking for the woman who saved Princess Yu from the fire that night!

The woman was wearing red and a veil.

A strong sense of crisis made Song Qingyan feel suffocated.

Her older brother was ridiculed by everyone, and she was too ashamed to stay any longer. She hurried away, but accidentally bumped into a man's arms.

……

After leaving Chongwen Hall, Song Qingning went to Yulin Lane.

Before long, a boy rushed over.

He was the first person to question Song Mingtang in the Chongwen Hall just now.

The boy's name was Gu Ran.

His older sister, Gu Ying, was Song Qingning's deputy general.

In every letter Gu Ying wrote home from the border, Song Qingning was present.

Having heard so much about Song Qingning's bravery on the battlefield, Gu Ran developed a deep admiration for Song Qingning.

"Sister Qingning, I did a good job today, didn't I?"

The boy, eager to claim credit, was like a child seeking praise.

"Very good. You've done a great job today. This is your reward." Song Qingning patted his head and handed him a bag of silver.

A blush quickly spread across the boy's cheeks.

She hurriedly pushed the silver back, saying, "I don't want any reward. You are my sister's hero, and I am my hero too. I am willing to go through fire and water for Qingning, even die..."

"Aran!"

Song Qingning stopped him from continuing.

The word "hero" struck her heart with a sharp pain.

In their previous life, less than a year after they returned to the capital, Gu Ying was bullied and abused to death by her ex-husband and his family.

She went to collect Gu Ying's body.

The boy lay beside Gu Ying's body, his eyes bloodshot. "Why didn't you come to save my sister? You were her hero."

The boy's question still echoed in my ears.

Fortunately, they were given a second chance, and now they are all alive.

"We all need to live well," Song Qingning said firmly.

Gu Ran was momentarily stunned by the light in her eyes.

Song Qingning instructed Gu Ran, "Three days from now, you must keep an eye on your older sister and prevent her from going to the West City Neon Pavilion."

Gu Ying was divorced, and now she has nothing to do with her ex-husband's family.

But it was at the Neon Pavilion that she bumped into her ex-husband, and that the nightmare began.

We need to nip this in the bud.

Gu Ran nodded in agreement.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked not far away.

The carriage curtain was lifted a crack.

Xie Yunli returned with some pastries from Zhenwei Pavilion and, seeing Xie Xuanjin looking out the curtain, asked curiously:

"Fourth Brother, what are you looking at?"