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Shen Yue was displeased. "Are you here to ask me for your thanks?"

"Qingyan wouldn't dare!" Song Qingyan said in a panic.

She needed to go to the Jingzhao Yin prison, and could only rely on the Shen family.

"My brother is in the prison of the Prefect of the Capital. I heard he has suffered a lot. I am worried about him and want to go see him. I have no other choice but to ask the Crown Prince for help," Song Qingyan said.

She is a very good actress.

His expression was full of concern for his elder brother.

Even Shen Yue was moved.

He thought she had come specifically to ask for his thanks, for fame and fortune, but he didn't expect it was for his brother.

He was also the elder brother.

For a moment, he couldn't bear to refuse her.

"I know that the heir of the Yongning Marquis has been stripped of his title. He has learned his lesson. I can overlook the fact that he once competed with me for the title of courtesan and will go see him for you," Shen Yue said.

Song Qingyan's face lit up with joy.

She hurriedly kowtowed again, "Your Highness is kind-hearted, Qingyan thanks Your Highness for your great kindness."

She said he was kind-hearted, and Shen Yue was in a great mood.

He then had his personal attendant take the jade token and personally led Song Qingyan to the Prefect of the Capital.

Song Qingyan entered the Jingzhao Yin prison as she wished. She brought food with her and saw Song Mingtang sleeping in the haystack like a lump of dead flesh.

Song Qingyan felt extremely pleased.

But with the jailer and Shen Yue's attendants present, she dared not reveal the slightest hint of her feelings.

Song Qingyan carried the food box into the prison, squatted down behind Song Mingtang, and reached out to touch Song Mingtang's shoulder.

Song Mingtang almost instinctively flinched in defensiveness.

"No, I know I was wrong, I know I'm guilty, I'll never dare to do it again..." Song Mingtang covered his head in terror, thinking that the jailer had come to check on him again.

This reaction stunned Song Qingyan for a moment.

But then he sneered.

The Liu family set up a Buddhist shrine and prayed to the Bodhisattva every day for the protection of Song Mingtang.

Judging from Song Mingtang's appearance, the Bodhisattva did not hear Liu's prayers.

He suffered a lot as the Prefect of Jingzhao.

"Brother, don't be afraid, it's me." Song Qingyan said, her voice trembling with tears.

Upon hearing her voice, Song Mingtang's trembling body froze. He slowly removed his hands from his head and saw Song Qingyan. The fear in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He hadn't forgotten that he had tampered with the gauze that Song Qingyan applied to her wounds every day.

If Song Qingyan finds out, she won't let him off the hook.

If they were outside, he wouldn't be afraid of Song Qingyan finding out.

But now he was trapped in prison, and he was afraid that Song Qingyan would poison him.

"Brother, it's me! What happened to you? I'm Yan'er..." Song Qingyan kept crying.

Song Mingtang stared at her suspiciously, scrutinizing her, and found that the concern in her eyes didn't seem fake.

"You really are Yan'er," Song Mingtang murmured, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

He was disheveled and showed no trace of the former glory of being the heir of a marquis's family.

Song Qingyan showed him no pity.

"I am Yan'er. I was worried about you, so I asked Prince Shen to pull some strings so that I could see you."

"You've offended the Yan family. Even your father and grandfather don't dare to interfere. You'll have to suffer in silence."

Song Qingyan wiped away her tears, took out the food from the food box, and said, "Brother, there's nothing I can do, I can only come to see you and bring you some food."

The food was ordinary, though.

However, during Song Mingtang's time in prison, he ate only spoiled porridge and moldy steamed buns.

The ordinary food in front of him looked incredibly tempting.

But he didn't dare to eat it.

He remained wary of Song Qingyan.

"Brother, eat up," Song Qingyan urged him.

"I...can't eat," Song Mingtang made an excuse.

Song Qingyan sneered inwardly.

It's not that he can't eat, it's that he's afraid to eat.

He was afraid she would poison him in revenge!

"Then leave it here, eat it when you can," Song Qingyan said.

They talked for a while longer, until the jailer urged them to leave, and Song Qingyan finally left.

Song Qingyan knew that even if Song Mingtang was hungry, he still wouldn't eat if the food was placed here.

The news that Song Qingyan had gone to the Jingzhao Yin (prefectural governor) quickly reached Song Qingning's ears.

Wan Liang, the shadow guard of the Prince of Huai, brought the news to the Capital Division.

"Song Qingyan went to the Duke of Shen's mansion. Afterwards, Shen Yue's servant took the jade token and led Song Qingyan to the Jingzhao Yin prison."

"Song Qingyan brought food, but Song Mingtang didn't eat any."

Song Mingtang's refusal to eat was within Song Qingning's expectations.

But Song Qingyan's visit to the Duke of Shen's mansion to find Shen Yue surprised her.

She thought that in this life, Song Qingyan would marry Jiang Sheng and would no longer have any contact with Shen Yue, but it seems that there is still a connection between them in the dark.

"Second Miss, I have checked the food, and there is no poison in it," Wan Liang said.

Song Qingyan dared not use poison lightly.

If Song Mingtang dies after eating the food sent by Song Qingyan, she herself will not be able to escape unscathed.

Even if Song Qingyan wished Song Mingtang dead, she wouldn't be this foolish.

She will make a good plan.

Song Qingning lowered her eyes and instructed Wan Liang, "When Song Qingyan goes to the prison again, have the guards keep a close eye on her. When the time is right, give her the opportunity."

The so-called opportune moment was the day they implemented their plan.

Wan Liang accepted the order and left.

In the following days, Song Qingyan went to the Duke of Shen's mansion every day.

She continued to act as if she cared about her brother, which made Shen Yue feel more favorably toward her because of her loyalty and affection.

Shen Yue helped her.

Song Qingyan thanked him every time, as if he were a hero.

Shen Yue was very satisfied.

Song Qingyan went to the Jingzhao Yin prison every day, bringing food with her each time, which made Song Mingtang even more afraid to eat those things.

He understands Song Qingyan.

She was extremely impatient; even if she truly cared about him, she wouldn't come to see him every day.

She's trying to harm him!

Every time Song Mingtang saw Song Qingyan crying and looking heartbroken for him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

He felt as if a sharp blade was hanging over his head, ready to fall and take his life at any moment.

Song Mingtang was on guard every day, suffering endless torment.

Finally, on this day, he heard from the jailer that several prisoners were to be transferred to the Ministry of Justice prison, including him.

Song Mingtang breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't believe Song Qingyan could follow him to the Ministry of Justice prison after he was transferred there.

The day of the palace examination finally arrived.

Early in the morning, Song Shiyin entered the palace.

Emperor Yuan personally presided over the palace examination, and the results were announced on the spot.

Emperor Yuan personally selected Song Shiyin as the top scholar, Ye Shu as the third-ranked scholar, and the second-ranked scholar was a poor scholar.

The parade of the three champions was an unprecedented spectacle.

The three men sat on tall horses, receiving congratulations from the entire city.

Outside the Yongning Marquis's residence.

The news that Song Shiyin had been selected as the top scholar in the imperial examination reached the Marquis's residence before an incense stick had burned.

The old marquis excitedly arranged for people to set off firecrackers.

Neighbors from several surrounding streets gathered outside the Marquis's residence, waiting for the procession to pass by.

Mrs. Lu had a big smile on her face.

Liu was standing beside her.

The neighbors were all congratulating Mrs. Liu.

"Madam Liu is so fortunate! Her son has become the top scholar in the imperial examination, and even greater blessings are yet to come!"

"Isn't that right? Madam Liu, tell us how you raised such a son; he's truly enviable!"

Liu's face turned pale.

The way these people looked at her made it seem as if Song Shiyin was her glory.

But how could Song Shiyin be worthy of the honor of being the top scholar?

The one who should have received all of this was her cousin.

Liu clenched her fists tightly. A prison van passed by the gate, and the prisoners on the van were wearing prison clothes and their heads were covered.

One of them had his legs twisted and draped over the prison cart.

When Liu saw him, she was taken aback.