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It was the third year of Song Qing and Yu's marriage to the King's Mansion. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the entire mansion was shrouded in icy cold.

It was just like when she had come back from the countryside. Her face and throat had been ruined. He even had to give up his marriage contract to his little sister's despair.

Song Qingyu's fingertips touched the snow, causing the sky to freeze and the earth to freeze. He was in so much pain that blood flowed out from his fingers. After kneeling for an entire night, that person still hadn't come out to listen to what she had to say.

He had clearly said that he trusted her in everything. It didn't matter if she was ugly or beautiful or deaf or dumb.

Why has he changed since he became Prince Yu?

Why would he believe anything Song Yiyan said?

She stubbornly stared up at the door of the study. He could accept the letter of rest, or even die, but he absolutely could not accept that he had been wronged in vain.

What on earth stopped you from seeing me all night? Do you really not care about the cold?

At that moment, footsteps came from the nearby veranda. Song Yiyan walked over slowly with beautiful steps. He sneered in his heart: That ugly bastard was still kneeling there. His life was pretty tough, and he didn't freeze her to death on this freezing night. However, she wouldn't be able to live much longer.

Thinking up to here, Song Yiyan smiled happily. It was as if there was a great happy occasion. She was in an excellent mood as she slowly walked closer to Song Qingyu, "Good elder sister, is admitting your crimes so difficult? If you accept, then you can leave. "

"I want to see His Royal Highness."

Hearing this, Song Yiyan smiled.

"Good elder sister, you're really stupid, just like your lucky mother."

Mentioning Song Qingyu's mother, Song Qing stared at her with wide eyes. What did this have to do with her mother? Her mother had already passed away when she was two years old.

What did Song Yiyan know?

"Your mother, oh, you still have a younger brother. After all, he was in your mother's womb. Like you, they died knowing it. "

"What did you say!" Song Qingyu grabbed her clothes in shock, blood seeping into his fingers.

"Do you know how your mother died?" Song Yiyan laughed even more merrily, she was not afraid to tell her the truth, so she covered her mouth with her handkerchief and laughed, "You're dead." A stick, a stick, she didn't even cry out in pain. It's just that she's begging, pulling my mother's clothes, begging her to spare your life. So pitiful. "

Impossible. My mother died of illness.

Impossible. When my mother died, my father hadn't married a new wife yet.

However, Song Yiyan was only one year younger than him.

Song Qingyu was almost suffocated by the truth.

Shen Jingting! It was actually Shen Jingting who killed her own mother! He even called her his mother. He called out to his mother's murderer!

"By the way, there's something you can't think of. That's right, when your mother died, she still kept on calling out her father's name, wanting him to come and save her. After all, Father was outside. I'm waiting for her to die. She's still not dead, so let's hold our breath. "

Song Yiyan said and pulled on Song Qingyu's hand disdainfully.

Liar, it must be a lie. Song Qingyu bit his lower lip as he tried to hold back his tears. These people, these close ones! I was left in the countryside for fourteen years to grow up, to ruin my face, to give up the marriage to my sister in exchange for this truth!

Then what did my mother do wrong? What did my innocent little brother do wrong?!

"Alright, I'm done. You're about to leave, too. Don't scare the crown prince in my stomach." Song Yiyan covered her face and chuckled, "Sister, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you've been poisoned for three years. Even if you commit suicide out of guilt, I won't be able to save you."

You ate poison for three years? Suicide out of guilt! Song Qing and Yu opened their eyes wide. Such a good plan, such a good plan!

"You killed my mother, killed my family, and destroyed everything for me. "Why are you still able to live so peacefully, and why are you still able to smile happily, have any of you ever thought about it before?"

"Heart?" Song Yiyan snorted, "What is a heart, is it more important than the grace and power of the king? You're really stupid! " Unconsciously, he turned his head to look at Song Qingyu, only to see a bright object dazzle his eyes.

"What are you doing, Song Qingyu!"

Song Qingyu suddenly pulled out the hairpin, wishing that he could tear the person in front of him into a thousand pieces. She was so quick that she wanted to stab the hairpin into Song Yiyan's heart the moment she turned around.

The moment she got up, she found her whole body frozen solid. She fiercely pushed it away and fell into the ice-cold snow in a sorry state. It fell to the ground like a withered red plum. It was painful enough to suffocate her.

The door creaked.

With a scream, Song Yiyan fell to the ground, clutching her stomach in fear.

"Song Qingyu, what did you do?!"

"You're courting death!"

Song Qingyu still did not know what had happened. He only saw Song Yiyan begging herself in pain, "Sister, I'm already planning to plead for mercy from the king, why can't you let my child go?"

Song Qingyu was so angry that her body was trembling. She did not even touch Song Yiyan.

Song Qingyu quickly looked at his cold husband and explained, "I didn't …"

A slap flew over. He stopped Song Qingyu from speaking.

"Throw this slut out of the manor."

Song Qingyu was slapped to the ground as he looked at Zuo Linyu unwillingly, "It's not me!"

"Hurry and pull her out!"

The two servants came to pull Song Qingyu away. Song Qingyu begged and pulled at the corner of Zuo Linyu's clothes, "My lord, you said you would believe me. "I really didn't …"

"This King trusts you?" How did you repay This King? Hm? Let you steal the token, what about you? It was more than enough! "Trash!"

"But I've taken down Changxi, broken through the Southern Yao Mountain Gate Formation, and recaptured Yanbei City …" Song Qing Yu was stunned as he spoke. He stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, "Have I been a pawn of the prince for so long?"

"You are not worthy."

The gentleness of the past three years was fake, and the family love of the Song Family was fake.

He watched as his husband held his sister up in his arms.

The shocking truth stabbed at her heart.

"A group of trash aren't even calling a doctor! If something happens, none of you will escape. "

In the end, Song Qingyu was forced out. He felt a sharp pain all over his body.

It hurt so much. It was as if someone had cut into his internal organs. The pain was excruciating. Fresh blood flowed out from his mouth like a bright red plum drawing a beautiful picture on his clean clothes.

Song Qingyu didn't know what was going on, but the pain of death was torturing her. The poison had flared up, even Hua Tuo couldn't save her life.

"The wangfei said, hurry up and throw her into the dry well, just say she committed suicide out of guilt. Your highness won't ask. "

Song Qingyu's fingertip could be seen pinching his heart. Why did she have to die? But they were still alive and well. Even if I'm a human or a ghost, I won't let you off!

The Song Residence had killed her, and the Wang Residence had destroyed her heart. Song Qing Yu was filled with unwillingness and hatred as he left with the winter snow. It was like winter had come and gone, and she was gone.

The first day of winter and moon in seven years.

Snow began to fall and pile up on top of the snow in the yard. The shabby rooms couldn't withstand the cold wind. With a bang, the windows were blown open and made a sound.

A gust of cold wind followed.

Pain.

It was as if something wanted to tear Song Qingyu into pieces. Song Qingyu's eyes quivered as he struggled desperately. His mother's death, his father's cold-bloodedness, Song Yiyan's viciousness, and Zuo Linyu's love for him, all of these scenes appeared in Song Qingyu's mind.

"An ugly bastard like that deserves to die!"

"She's as lowly as her mother."

Why would I be the one to die? You guys killed my mother and destroyed everything I did. Song Qingyu struggled in his dreams, trying to strangle these evil people.