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Xie Xuanjin raised his eyes, meeting Song Qingning's gaze, and asked her meaningfully, "Will you tell me?"

He could guess the secret she held.

But guessing is one thing, telling him in person is quite another.

Xie Xuanjin didn't consider himself special to her. In her heart, he was her superior, and loyalty to one's superior didn't mean one could share such secrets.

Sure enough, as soon as he asked the question, he saw Song Qingning's smile freeze slightly.

She won't tell him!

At least not now!

"Song Qingning, just remember this: whatever you say, I will believe you. As for the rest..." Xie Xuanjin stared at Song Qingning, the red mole at the corner of his eye gleaming eerily.

Song Qingning's heart skipped a beat.

A thought flashed through my mind: Prince Huai is too alluring!

With such a handsome face and such words, any woman would fall in love with him.

But what bothered her even more at this moment was that the Prince of Huai trusted her so much!

He trusted her more and more, and perhaps he wouldn't need to confirm her loyalty as a princess in the future.

"Your Highness is grateful for your trust in me. Xiao Ling has come to the capital; he may be going to perform the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven."

Song Qingning was even more motivated. If he could find Xiao Ling during the sacrificial ceremony, or discover Xiao Ling's purpose in attending the ceremony, the Prince of Huai might be able to perform a great service.

Song Qingning shared her guesses, and then talked about Song Qingyan and Prince Rui.

Prince Rui used Mingyue Xian to gather most of the aristocratic students.

The sacrificial ceremony to heaven should shatter their illusions.

Xie Xuanjin's gaze never left her for a moment. Ever since he had someone search for Master Lingguang, he hadn't had those dreams about Song Qingning again.

The day before yesterday, he received news that Master Lingguang had traveled to Runan County.

He will travel all the way to the capital to preside over a Buddhist ceremony at Fazong Temple on the Lantern Festival.

The Lantern Festival will be coming soon after the New Year, at which time his doubts will be resolved.

After finishing his business, Song Qingning got up to take his leave.

Xie Xuanjin stopped her, saying, "I have acquired several more volumes of military treatises."

Song Qingning, who loved military books, immediately brightened up and was about to ask to borrow them to take home and study them carefully when Xie Xuanjin's voice rang out first.

"Let's read it here. Go to that desk over there, sit down and read it properly."

Xie Xuanjin raised his eyes and glanced at the desk not far away.

This wasn't Song Qingning's first time visiting Xie Xuanjin's study.

There was only one desk every time I came before, why is there an extra one today?

While Song Qingning was lost in thought, Xie Xuanjin had already placed several volumes of military books on the extra desk and then left the study.

Song Qingning was the only one left in the study.

She sat at her desk, reading military books.

On the desk were a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The ink was the Huizhou ink she was used to.

The finest wolf-hair brush has a small handle, and when she occasionally jots down her thoughts on paper, it feels surprisingly comfortable to hold in her hand.

Song Qingning was watching very intently, and didn't even notice when Xie Xuanjin returned to the study.

As darkness fell, Uncle Qin invited the two to dinner. "Your Highness, Second Miss, dinner is ready."

Song Qingning looked up and saw Xie Xuanjin; their eyes met.

Xie Xuanjin looked away, feeling somewhat guilty.

Song Qingning: "..."

What is he feeling guilty about?

"Uncle Qin, take the second young lady to have a meal." Xie Xuanjin's voice was unnaturally cold and hard.

Uncle Qin asked in surprise, "Your Highness, aren't you going?"

"I am not hungry."

Xie Xuanjin held the book, seemingly unwilling to be disturbed.

Uncle Qin raised an eyebrow.

The prince kept the second young lady at his residence and secretly watched her for an afternoon, but now he was avoiding suspicion.

Uncle Qin ignored Xie Xuanjin and led Song Qingning out of the study with a smile.

"Second Miss, His Highness instructed the kitchen early this morning to prepare all your favorite dishes."

Along the way, Uncle Qin subtly hinted that he wanted the second young lady to know that the prince treated her differently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a glint in Song Qingning's eyes.

Has she fallen for the prince?

Just as Qin Bo was overjoyed, he heard Song Qingning say, "The Prince treats his subordinates extremely well. With such a good superior, it's no wonder that every soldier in the Shence Camp respects him."

Song Qingning did not hold back in praising Xie Xuanjin, "Your Highness is both a scholar and a warrior. The military book that Your Highness showed me just now contains his insights. His insights are unique, and he is also very skilled in using troops."

"He was willing to show his military books to his ministers, without holding anything back, showing his magnanimity."

"he……"

Song Qingning's words were sincere.

He made no secret of his admiration for the Prince of Huai.

Uncle Qin chimed in, but he didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

The second young lady admires the prince, and when she talks about him, her eyes light up, but that light is not the kind of admiration a woman has for a man.

Uncle Qin sighed inwardly.

The prince was originally going to the Shence Camp today, but when the second young lady came, he changed his mind.

Several times he went to the study and looked through the window. He saw the prince holding a book in his hand, but his gaze was on the second young lady. However, the second young lady was focused on the military books on the desk and was engrossed in them.

That military treatise was even more appealing than the prince?

That desk was crafted by skilled artisans at the prince's behest, and the writing brush, ink, and inkstone on it were also personally selected by the prince.

It was clearly prepared specifically for Miss Song.

The prince was so devoted to the second daughter, but the second daughter only felt respect for the prince as a superior.

Uncle Qin was anxious.

Song Qingning had dinner before returning to the Marquis's residence.

There was no curfew in the capital, and the streets were crowded with pedestrians.

Song Qingning was disguised and not conspicuous in the crowd. Not long after leaving the Prince of Huai's residence, she noticed that someone was following her.

She recalled Xiao Ling's words from her past life: "This prince came specifically for you."

In his past life, he already knew about her situation before he had her kidnapped.

Was the person following her Xiao Ling?

In his past life, seeing her like that, he felt she was no longer worthy of being his opponent, and he didn't even bother to seek revenge for the sword wound she had inflicted upon him.

But in this life, I am not miserable.

Song Qingning was very wary, fearing that he would kidnap her again and retaliate with a sword.

The man only followed her for a short distance before stopping.

But Song Qingning knew that this encounter with Xiao Ling was unavoidable.

The annual sacrificial ceremony to Heaven has always been held at Fazong Temple.

The day before the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven, Emperor Yuan, accompanied by Empress Meng and Consort Hui, went to Fazong Temple.

The Left and Right Offices of the Capital City Administration were responsible for security.

The aristocratic officials also accompanied Emperor Yuan. Song Qingning secretly kept an eye on any suspicious people. She rode her horse in the middle of the procession.

Dressed in official robes, he exuded an air of grandeur.

Upon arriving at Fazong Temple, the dignitaries were first settled in.

Song Qingning was in charge of inspecting the women's quarters when she encountered Song Qingyan.

"Song Qingning, can your hands even hold a sword? You can't even hold a sword, yet you still occupy the position of Left Commandant of the Capital Division. Have you no shame?"

Song Qingyan sneered.

She was dressed as a woman, her clothes simple and elegant, but they looked quite out of place with her arrogant and petty demeanor.

Recently, Song Qingyan has been trying to please Prince Rui, and her clothing and demeanor are all in line with the identity of Mingyue Xian.

Now that it was just her and Song Qingning, she no longer bothered to pretend.

"Song Qingning, when you see this concubine, won't you bow?" Song Qingyan raised her chin slightly, smugly wanting Song Qingning to kneel before her.

That posture was just like when he was in power in a previous life.

Song Qingning frowned.

"Should we bow?"

Song Qingning smiled and suddenly strode forward to grab Song Qingyan's wrist.

Song Qingyan was so frightened that her heart trembled and even her voice trembled uncontrollably:

"What are you doing?"