A wicked mother swaps her son and sucks his blood? The true legitimate daughter is reborn and goes o

These words were deliberately said to Song Mingtang.

Before Lady Liu woke up, the imperial edict deposing the heir had already arrived at the Marquis's residence.

Song Mingtang is in prison and is unaware of this news.

Of course she wanted him to know.

As expected, Song Mingtang was struck dumb. "What did you say? The title of Heir Apparent has been revoked..."

What he was most proud of was that he received the title of heir apparent before he even came of age.

The Emperor made an exception for him, and the legitimate sons of those noble families all envied him.

That was his unique honor.

If his title of Crown Prince is revoked, he will become a laughingstock.

"Heh, heh heh heh..." Song Mingtang suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

This made Liu even more worried.

"Tang'er, it's alright, there's still a chance, there's still a future..." Liu comforted him.

But she herself felt guilty saying those words.

Song Mingtang's laughter abruptly stopped as he sharply interrupted her, "Opportunity? Future? The title of Crown Prince is gone, and my leg... ah..."

Song Mingtang grimaced in pain the moment he moved his leg, and roared angrily at Liu Shi, "My leg bone is broken, what future do I have? What opportunities do I have?"

"Leg bone...broken? But I clearly heard that the leg was injured, the Achilles tendon was torn, why would it be...?"

Liu hurriedly lifted Song Mingtang's robe, and even through his trouser leg, she could see the swelling in his right leg.

Liu cried out in fright.

Song Qingning was also surprised.

The only information she received was that her Achilles tendon had been severed.

"How could this happen? Did they torture you again?" Liu asked, crying.

She guessed right.

Song Mingtang gritted his teeth, recalling what had just happened. "They framed me for raping a maid in the Xue household and sentenced me to prison. How can I, the heir of a marquis's family, be imprisoned?"

"I protested my innocence, but they falsely accused me of contempt of court and took the opportunity to injure my leg. I fainted from the pain, and when I woke up..."

I woke up again because of intense pain.

"Someone deliberately hit my injured leg with a sledgehammer," Song Mingtang said, his eyes filled with fear.

When he woke up, the man was holding a hammer high, about to smash it into his leg again.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but with his right Achilles tendon severed, he couldn't muster any strength.

They could only watch helplessly as the hammer fell.

He still remembered the sound of bones breaking.

Madam Liu could no longer bear to listen; her eyes were red from crying. "Who? Who would hurt you like this?"

The person behind the attack, who could injure someone in the Jingzhao Yin prison, must be of high status.

Lady Liu thought of the Yan family.

"It must be the Yan family. Miss Yan didn't really do anything wrong, yet they made you lose your title of heir apparent and still won't let it go. They've hurt you like this, trying to ruin your leg. How can they be so cruel!"

Song Qingning frowned.

They used such vicious schemes to try and clear Miss Yan's name, resorting to any means necessary and having no bottom line.

Yet they have the nerve to call others heartless.

That's absolutely ridiculous!

Liu was wicked and corrupt to the core.

She was used to climbing to the top by stepping on the suffering and bloodshed of others. Success was taken for granted, and failure was someone else's fault. In her eyes, resistance was wrong, and so was retaliation.

Everyone should just submit to her, be used by her, and be exploited by her; that would be perfectly natural.

In prison, Liu still felt sorry for Song Mingtang, resented the Yan family, the Xue family, and the Marquis's mansion for not protecting Song Mingtang.

Suddenly, Liu looked at Song Qingning again, as if she was the one who resented her the most.

Song Qingning seemed not to see her fierce gaze and turned to leave.

Behind her came Liu's rebuke, "Song Qingning, your cousin is in this state, and you just stand by and watch without calling a doctor to treat his injuries?"

Her rebuke had barely finished when the jailer yelled at her, "Do you think this is your backyard? Call a doctor? Don't you know where you are? People in this prison aren't as pampered as they are outside?"

"Have you finished watching? If you have, leave as soon as possible!"

The jailer was fierce and menacing, which frightened Liu so much that she dared not act rashly.

Song Qingning left the prison of the Prefect of the Capital.

The carriage of the Prince of Huai's mansion was parked in an alley next to the prison.

When Song Qingning came out, she saw the coachman of the Prince of Huai's residence at the alley entrance and immediately realized that the Prince of Huai was waiting for her.

The Prince of Huai is waiting for her; perhaps he has something to discuss.

Song Qingning walked over and got into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Xie Xuanjin was engrossed in reading a book, and Song Qingning did not disturb him.

Thinking of Song Mingtang's injured leg, she felt inexplicably happy.

She was very happy.

Xie Xuanjin sensed it.

Was it because of Song Mingtang's leg?

Xie Xuanjin lowered his eyes, his gaze remaining fixed on the book. "He's in prison, without a doctor to treat his injuries. His Achilles tendon is severed, and his bones are broken. Even if he heals eventually, he'll still have difficulty walking."

He mentioned that the bones were broken.

Song Qingning jumped, "It's the Prince."

It was the Prince of Huai who had Song Mingtang's leg bone smashed!

Song Qingning was surprised that he would get involved in this matter.

But upon closer examination, it makes sense.

Song Mingtang's methods of ruining people's reputations offended the Prince of Huai, which is why he took action.

"Your Highness rid the people of a scourge and avenged Miss Yan. You are a good prince of Dajing," Song Qingning said, offering flattering words.

Xie Xuanjin looked up at her.

His eyes seemed to show dissatisfaction.

Song Qingning asked, puzzled, "Your Highness, did I say something wrong?"

She praised him, and praised him sincerely, without finding any fault with him.

Xie Xuanjin withdrew his gaze, lowering his eyes to hide the helplessness in them. He was clearly standing up for her; in his dream, her right leg was shorter than before.

Although he didn't know the reason, when he learned that she had arranged for someone to sever Song Mingtang's Achilles tendon in the chaos, he guessed that the person who caused her to break her leg in the dream was inseparable from Song Mingtang.

It's safer to break the leg bone than to just sever the Achilles tendon.

Seeing that Xie Xuanjin's expression had returned to normal, Song Qingning breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he became more talkative.

"Even if Your Highness doesn't take action, I will. I thank Your Highness," Song Qingning said.

Severing the Achilles tendon allows one to take advantage of the chaos.

To break the leg bone, it has to be done in secret.

Her plan was to make her move tonight, but Prince Huai beat her to it.

No matter who makes the move, Song Mingtang's legs will be crippled.

Just as she was feeling pleased, she heard the man's deep voice ask, "How shall I thank you?"

Song Qingning's smile froze as she looked at Xie Xuanjin, only to see him still looking at his book, seemingly having not spoken. Song Qingning thought she was hallucinating.

"How should I thank you?"

The sound rang out again, and Xie Xuanjin looked up to meet Song Qingning's gaze, which had not yet left her.

Xie Xuanjin's gaze was intense.

Song Qingning's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her gaze away.

How can I thank you...?

Many ways to express gratitude flashed through Song Qingning's mind, and she quickly came up with an idea.

"Shall I invite Your Highness for tea? It just so happens that I have an appointment with Miss Yan Si and Miss Xue San at the Zhuque Street teahouse at 3:45 PM to celebrate the successful completion of the plan. Your Highness also contributed to it, so why don't we join them?"

Song Qingning ignored the Prince of Huai's gaze and extended a very sincere invitation.

She interrupted the rendezvous between Prince Huai and Miss Xue at the Xue residence today; she should return the favor.

Xie Xuanjin frowned, seemingly displeased with her suggestion.

Song Qingning thought he was going to refuse, but instead he asked, "Which teahouse?"

agreed?

"Lanya Pavilion," Song Qingning said.

Xie Xuanjin then instructed the driver, "To Zhuque Street, Lanya Pavilion."