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Xiao Ling sat back on the couch, her voice coming calmly and slowly:

Is she engaged?

engagement……

When a man asks a woman if she is engaged, is his intention clear?

This prince of Nanlin actually wants to marry Song Qingning?

Sure enough, besides admiring Song Qingning, he also harbored feelings for her!

But how can this be allowed?

Song Qingyan suddenly clenched her fists.

One of them was the Crown Prince of Nanlin, and the other was the daughter of the second branch of the Yongning Marquis's household, their statuses were not commensurate.

Nanlin and Dajing have been fighting in the southern border for many years. Not long ago, in the Battle of Youcheng, Nanlin was defeated by Dajing. The two generals who led the battle at that time were the Crown Prince of Nanlin and Song Qingning.

Their stance is even less worthy of consideration.

They were enemies, and Song Qingning had injured him.

He should hate Song Qingning, so how could he admire or even love her?

Song Qingning, what gives her the right?!

Jealousy gnawed at her heart, and Song Qingyan regretted it.

She regretted bringing Song Qingning along.

Even if Song Qingning came, the Crown Prince of Nanlin probably wouldn't have the heart to kill her.

"Is she engaged?" Xiao Ling frowned after not receiving an answer for a long time.

Song Qingyan snapped out of her daze and subconsciously replied, "No, nothing."

"No." Xiao Ling raised an eyebrow, looking much more relaxed.

With her ruthlessness and madness in killing people like flies, and so much blood on her hands, who would want to marry her?

There was no engagement, as expected.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard Song Qingyan say, "Although there is no engagement, she has someone she likes."

"The person she likes? Who does she like?" Xiao Ling's eyes darkened.

Song Qingyan noticed the change in his expression and became even more determined not to let the Crown Prince of Nanlin develop the idea of ​​marrying Song Qingning. She would subtly undermine his goodwill towards Song Qingning.

Who do you like?

The only person Song Qingyan could think of at that moment was...

"Prince Huai," Song Qingyan blurted out.

Xiao Ling narrowed his eyes. "The Prince of Huai of Dajing, Xie Xuanjin?"

"right."

Song Qingyan nodded, "You don't want me to belittle her, but what I said is true. She came from a humble background, but she always wanted to climb up the social ladder. She wanted to become a phoenix on a branch. She chose Prince Huai and wanted to become his consort!"

"To fly to the top and become a phoenix? That's quite ambitious. You could choose the Prince of Huai. Ha, short-sighted!" Xiao Ling said disdainfully.

"..."

Song Qingyan was stunned for a moment.

Song Qingning's desire to rise to the top and become a phoenix stems from vanity.

He actually praised her for her lofty aspirations.

This Prince of Nanlin is mentally ill.

Despite the way Song Qingning hurt him, he still admired and appreciated her!

Song Qingyan felt defeated and overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, so much so that she didn't even want to say anything derogatory.

Xiao Ling then asked her to tell some stories about Song Qingning's youth.

Song Qingyan dared not disobey.

She picked out some of Song Qingning's ugly deeds, saying that Song Qingning was wild as a child and lacked the refinement of a lady. She also said that Song Qingning didn't know how to do needlework and only knew how to wield swords and spears. Xiao Ling listened with great interest.

He only gave the order when he got tired of listening, "You can go now. Come back and talk to me again first thing tomorrow morning."

Seeing that he had taken a liking to the taste, Song Qingyan felt even more uncomfortable and dared not linger, so she immediately left the room.

As she walked out of the courtyard, comparing her own miserable state to the present, Song Qingyan's jealousy towards Song Qingning grew even more rampant and uncontrollable.

The dignified Crown Prince of Nanlin has actually taken a liking to Song Qingning? How could Song Qingning possibly be worthy of him?!

"She doesn't deserve it!" Song Qingyan gritted her teeth.

The thought that Song Qingning might come to Jing Shui Nunnery made Song Qingyan feel uneasy.

It was in that uneasy moment that Song Qingyan bumped into a woman wearing a veiled hat.

Song Qingyan stumbled and fell to the ground after being bumped. Just as she was about to curse, the woman wearing a veiled hat called out her name.

"Yan, Yan'er!"

Liu's voice trembled as she looked at the woman on the ground, who was covered in dirt and looked utterly disheveled.

She had imagined countless times what Yan'er would look like if she disappeared, but she never expected it to be like this.

Her once jet-black hair was now disheveled and knotted, and her slender hands were scarred and broken.

"Yan'er, how did you become like this?" Madam Liu's eyes reddened.

She rushed forward to help Song Qingyan up, and only then did Song Qingyan come to her senses.

"Second, Second Aunt? Is she really your Second Aunt?" Song Qingyan was shocked, and then overjoyed.

Suddenly, she thought of the nuns, and a hint of fear flashed in her eyes again. She immediately pulled Liu Shi into a dilapidated room, and only after confirming that it was safe did she speak:

"Second Aunt, what brings you here? How did you know I was here?"

"It was Song Qingning. She painted a picture during the sacrificial ceremony, and everyone knows that she is the real Mingyue Xian."

"She did it on purpose, deliberately exposed me, causing me to be despised by the world and hated by Prince Rui."

"Prince Rui imprisoned me here and ordered those people to torment me every day. All of this is thanks to Song Qingning, Second Aunt..."

All the torment and grievances Song Qingyan had suffered over the past few days found an outlet the moment she saw Liu Shi.

She called her Aunt Liu.

Suddenly looking at Madam Liu, she changed her words, "Mother, Yan'er doesn't want to stay here. Please save me, please save me!"

Song Qingyan's eyes were full of hope, and she cried pitifully.

She clung to Liu as if she were grasping at a lifeline.

She called her mother because she knew that Liu Shi liked her and would be willing to do anything for her.

really.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you out of here," said Liu.

That one word, "Mother," softened Liu's heart.

But the next moment, she saw Song Qingyan's right hand, which was almost ulcerated.

Liu was startled, thinking of Song Mingtang.

Song Qingyan, however, did not notice her unusual behavior and quickly thought of a way to escape.

"Mother, take me away now, I can't stay a moment longer. Hurry, quickly take off the clothes you're wearing."

"This Jing Shui Nunnery may seem ordinary, but all the nuns there know kung fu. They are watching me, and we must not let them discover us."

"Let's change our clothes. I'll wear yours and dress up like you, and you'll dress up like me. I'll have a veil to cover myself, and you can mess up your hair and smudge your face. When they see you, I can take the opportunity to escape."

As Song Qingyan spoke, she took off her clothes.

She was in a hurry, eager to escape from there immediately.

However, Liu Shi did not make any move for a long time.

"Mother? Hurry up and take your clothes off, let's change." Song Qingyan urged.

Liu looked at her, but still did not make a move.

Song Qingyan finally noticed her unusual behavior. "Mother, what are you standing there for? What's wrong?"

"Yan'er." Madam Liu stared intently at her, fear in her eyes. "What will I do if you leave?"

"..."

Song Qingyan was startled, not expecting her to ask that question.

But then, Song Qingyan comforted Liu, "They won't make things difficult for you. Besides, once I'm out, I'll immediately find a way to rescue you."

"Are you really coming to save me?"

"Of course I would. You are my mother. How could I abandon you?" Song Qingyan said sincerely.

As she spoke, she went to help Liu take off her outer garment.

But Liu suddenly gave a sarcastic smile, grabbed Song Qingyan's wrist, glared at her, and questioned her sharply:

"What about your brother? He's your own brother, why are you abandoning him?"