I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

"Who knows if your news is true or false? The entire Song family has no news of even their own daughter, so why are you the only one? Why isn't it the third son? Why isn't it the fourth or fifth son?"

"Therefore, in my opinion, your words are not to be trusted!"

"It's nothing more than a lie made up when death is imminent, just to save a sliver of hope."

As Qin Li finished speaking, Song Chengmo, who had been laughing wildly with his head tilted back, immediately stopped laughing and became panicked.

Because in front of him, Song Qian had already raised the knife in her hand high.

He was about to chop off his head with one stroke, clearly believing Qin Li's words.

Song Chengmo quickly raised his hands in fear, his eyes filled with terror. "Wait, Qian'er, you must believe your second uncle's words!"

"Uncle, I really have news about your father, it's absolutely true!"

"Where did this news come from? Why didn't I know this before?" Song Qian's tone was extremely cold, and her expression was frighteningly indifferent.

"Of course, it's the letter your father sent back. Every six months, he would secretly send back a letter," Song Chengmo quickly said.

"Where's the letter?"

Song Qian pressed for answers.

"Burn it!"

Song Chengmo said decisively.

"We'll see!"

Song Qian was about to make her move.

Song Chengmo closed his eyes in fear and stammered, "It really was burned. Your father told me to burn it."

"Why did this gentleman specifically send you a letter?" Qin Li asked again, somewhat curious.

Song Chengmo opened his eyes, glanced at Qin Li, and subconsciously cupped his hands in reply, "Your Highness, you may not know this, but I am the most honest person."

Upon hearing this, Qin Li couldn't help but burst out laughing, his body trembling slightly.

Is Song Chengmo honest? Would an honest person rebel?

Not only would he, an outsider, not believe this, but even Song Qian, one of his own, probably wouldn't believe it.

But Song Qian's next words made Qin Li feel like he was being slapped in the face, because Song Qian said, "Your Highness, he is right. In the entire Song family, he is the most honest one. But that was in the old days. Now he is not honest at all. He has learned bad habits from the third brother."

Among the several masters of the Song family, the second son, Song Chengmo, was the most honest. It was precisely because of this honesty that the old master did not hand over the family business to him, fearing that he would not be able to shoulder the responsibility and that the Song family would decline in a few years.

"continue."

Qin Li urged him on.

Song Chengmo continued, "I'm the most honest person, which is why Qian'er's father sent the letter to me instead of someone else."

"etc!"

Qin Li frowned, pinched his chin, and asked again, "I still don't understand why this master didn't just send the letter to his daughter, but instead sent it to you."

Just as Song Chengmo was about to explain, he was suddenly reprimanded by Song Qian, and Song Chengmo immediately dared not speak.

"Your Highness, please don't be offended. I will explain the reason to you later." Song Qian nodded slightly to Qin Li to express her apology.

Qin Li nodded, suddenly feeling that there were many stories inside, and he couldn't wait to listen.

"Why send a letter back!"

Song Qian coldly pressed for answers, then held the knife to Song Chengmo's neck once more.

Song Chengmo trembled with fear and told the truth, "Of course I'm asking about the situation at home. Qian'er, don't blame your father. He asks about you in every letter he writes. He still loves you."

click!

Suddenly, Song Qian slashed Song Chengmo with her knife.

Blood gushed from Song Chengmo's arm, causing him to collapse to the ground in agony, clutching his wound and howling in pain.

"No, I won't say anymore, spare me, spare me..."

Song Qian remained expressionless. "Tell me, where is he?"

Song Chengmo shook his head, refusing to speak.

This was his talisman; if he revealed it, he was doomed.

Song Qian also lost her patience and dropped the knife with a clang.

At the same time, he winked at the guards behind him and said:

"Go, you lot, escort the Second Master on his way!"

Several guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Song Chengmo from the ground, made him kneel on the ground, and raised his head.

One of the guards brought over some poisoned wine and was about to pour it into Song Chengmo's mouth.

Song Chengmo struggled desperately, looking at Song Qian, "Qian'er, don't you want to know where your father is?"

"If you kill me, you'll never know where your father is again."

"Today, you killed so many of our people. If your father knew, he would never let you get away with this!"

Song Qian, expressionless but trembling with anger, shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Send the Second Master on his way!"

Upon hearing this, the guards dared not be negligent, fearing that they might offend Song Qian, which would be a great loss.

The poisoned wine was forcibly poured into Song Chengmo's mouth, and soon after, Song Chengmo began to convulse.

After convulsing for only a moment, Song Chengmo lay motionless on the ground, blood slowly trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide open in death.

With a wave of his hand, Song Chengmo's body was quickly carried away; out of sight, out of mind.

"You may all leave now."

Qin Li turned to the others and said.

No one dared disobey the Crown Prince's order, so they all bowed and slowly retreated.

After the irrelevant people left, Qin Li sighed and then said:

"At first, I thought you wanted to find your father so you could bring him back to enjoy a comfortable life, after all, you've built such a huge fortune!"

"But now, you want to find him and kill him, right?"

Song Qian closed her eyes in anguish, nodded, and began to recount Song Chengshu's countless crimes.

It turns out that Song Chengshu left the Song family when Song Qian was very young.

At that time, Song's mother was pregnant and invited a renowned gynecologist to take her pulse.

They said it was a boy, and the whole family was overjoyed.

However, Song Chengshu already had another woman outside. That woman was younger than Song's mother, prettier, richer and more powerful. It was said that she was the daughter of the leader of some martial arts sect.

Song Chengshu even brought that woman back to the Song family, which angered Song's mother to the point of miscarriage. This not only caused the death of Song Qian's unborn younger brother, but also led to the death of Song's mother from massive bleeding, resulting in the deaths of both mother and child!

From then on, Song Qian hated Song Chengshu, her father.

At that time, Song Qian vowed that she would kill Song Chengshu with her own hands to avenge her mother and unborn brother.

After hearing this story, Qin Li couldn't help but reach out and hug Song Qian, who was already in tears, to comfort her.

"Don't worry, your enemy is my enemy!"

"You couldn't find him before because of your limited abilities."

"But things are different now. Within the Great Zhou territory, even an ant hole is within my reach."

Even if it's within another country's borders, they still have to give this prince face.

"Once I return, I will order my men to help you find Song Chengshu!"

Song Qian pressed her cheek against Qin Li's chest, gently grasped his sleeve, and shed a tear. "Thank you, Your Highness!"

boom!

Just then, the courtyard gate was suddenly kicked open.

Before he arrived, his voice preceded his arrival. There was no need to guess; it was definitely Zhou Biao, because only he had the guts.

"Your Highness, this is truly bizarre."

"Fang Yuan escaped way too fast!"

"We still had traces of him in the East City, but as soon as we got to the West City, he vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air."

Zhou Biao led his men to chase Fang Yuan from the east city all the way to the west city. They could still see Fang Yuan's fleeing figure, but as soon as they entered the west city, Fang Yuan disappeared without a trace.

These people, like headless flies, circled around the West City several times without seeing a single ghost.

Sui Ge also returned, cupping his fists and saying, "Your Highness, it's not Zhou Biao's fault, but Xicheng has always been the territory of Marquis Wuyang."

"I suspect that Marquis Wuyang is interfering!"

The capital city consisted of two parts: the East City and the West City.

The eastern part of the city is more affluent, while the western part is mostly populated by ordinary people.

Qin Li had long ago seized control of the eastern city, while the western city had always been the territory of the Marquis of Wuyang.

Marquis Wuyang is the maternal uncle of the Third Prince Qin Yu and the elder brother of Consort Hui.

I reckon that Marquis Wuyang has been keeping an eye on Qin Li's every move since last night.

Knowing that Qin Li was sending people to arrest someone today, they deliberately obstructed him, and may have already rescued Fang Yuan.

"It's alright."

Qin Li raised his hand, narrowed his eyes, and said, "When one of the younger ones dies, the older ones come here to seek attention. Fine, since they've chosen to die, don't blame this prince for not leaving a single one alive."

"Prepare the carriage, let's go to the West City, to the Marquis of Wuyang's residence. This prince wants to meet this Marquis of Wuyang!"

"yes!"