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The sun sets, and as time slowly passes, the entire capital city is shrouded in pitch-black night.

Three men in black jumped into the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion like ghosts. After looking around to see that there was no one around, they looked at each other and nodded, then walked into Qiu Rong's yard.

Qiu Rong heard the noise and stood up to extinguish the candle.

"Everyone, go down. You are tired today. Go to the side room and rest. You don't need to serve here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhuier led the maids out of the room and closed the door behind them.

After the servants left, Qiu Rong swiftly opened the window. Three men in black climbed in and knelt in front of Qiu Rong.

"Meet the princess!"

"Get up, does anyone know your identities?"

"Princess, no."

"That's good. How did you find me?"

"Princess, the Queen has been secretly looking for you. We came to the Great Sage Capital a month ago and finally found your location after making inquiries from many sources."

Qiu Rong nodded, motioned for everyone to stand up, and then took out an earring from her arms.

"Take this back and give it to my mother. Let her rest assured that I am safe."

"Princess, won't you go back with us?"

"There is still work to do here. Ask the Queen Mother to give me a few more months."

"But... the situation in southern Xinjiang is unstable now, I'm afraid..."

"I'll be done soon, just go ahead."

"Yes, Princess, I will take my leave!"

The man in black carefully put away the earrings, climbed out of the window again, and planned to return the same way he came.

Because Qiu Rong's yard and Jiang's yard are next to each other, it is easy for them to meet.

As soon as the man in black walked out of the hospital, he ran into Jiang who was taking a walk with Song Changqing.

"Who are you?"

The three of them became nervous. This was the Great Sage's Prime Minister's Residence. It would be troublesome if they were discovered.

Jiang Jingshu hugged the child tightly in her arms and looked at the man in black in front of her with a wary look. Just as she was about to call for help, Qiu Rong walked out of the yard.

"Sister Jiang, can you please show some mercy?"

"Who are these people?"

Qiu Rong was silent for a moment, bit her lip and replied.

"my family."

Qiu Rong thought it was definitely the end. If Jiang shouted, she and the three guards would not survive.

"Ah."

Jiang Jingshu just responded faintly, and left silently holding the child, as if she didn't see the man in black.

Seeing this, the three men in black quickly climbed over the wall and ran away.

"I thought Sister Jiang would go to the master to complain."

"You think too much. Song Chengfeng's affairs and the Xiangfu's affairs have nothing to do with us mother and son."

Jiang Jingshu said this expressionlessly, then carried her son back to her yard.

At that moment, Qiu Rong saw the dead air that had never left Jiang Jingshu, as if Jiang Jingshu was an octogenarian.

Jiang Jingshu is certainly not old, she is only in her thirties, but now Jiang Jingshu is just a shell.

Her soul was pulled away and disappeared the moment Song Chengfeng gave up on her and her son.

Qiu Rong returned to the room, picked up the sleeping Song Changbai, and gave him a loving kiss.

"Son, mother will be leaving soon. You will follow big sister from now on. Do you understand?"

Song Changbai's little body in his arms moved, his little face tilted and he continued to sleep.

Song Qingwan, who was immersed in the joy of being a bride, would never have thought that she would soon be both a sister and a mother.

Today Song Qingwan is finally getting married. Early in the morning, Song Qingwan was pulled out of bed by her mother while she was still asleep.

Then several makeup girls started to put makeup on her and comb her hair.

Xia Zhu took Xiao Hong and Chun Ya and busied themselves preparing small items.

The apples in hand, the fruits and candies to be distributed, the wedding handkerchiefs and jewelry, everything must be prepared.

Mother Pang Lingyan was busy arranging the servants to carry the dowry and the maids and matchmakers to accompany the bride.

Even Master Pang was dressed early in the morning. As the head of the family, he sat in the main hall, waiting for Zhao Huaijin to come and pick him up.

"Miss, don't be nervous. There will be a bridesmaid by your side to remind you what to do."

"I'm not nervous, I'm just sleepy, Chunya, I didn't get enough sleep."

"My lady, today is your big day, you must be in high spirits."

Chunya wanted to slap Song Qingwan's sleepiness away. How could a bride be so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes when she was about to get into the bridal sedan?

As everyone was joking, Xia Zhu ran in.

"Hurry up, are you ready? The prince's wedding procession is at the door!"

"alright, alright!"

Song Qingwan had a veil covering her head and was supported by the matchmaker as she slowly walked out of the room.

Song Qingwan's head was covered and she could not see anything. When she walked into the main hall and the matchmaker reminded her to kneel down and salute her mother and grandfather, she finally realized that she was going to get married.

"If Zhao Huaijin bullies you when you go to Prince Huai's Mansion, you must tell Grandpa, okay? Grandpa will vent your anger for you."

"Oh, father, it's a happy day, please say something auspicious."

"Yes, Yan'er is right, haha."

Everyone burst into laughter, and the Grand Tutor looked even more like a naughty boy.

"Wan'er, you are getting married today and you are an adult now. Mother hopes that you and Prince Huai can live happily ever after."

"Thank you, mother, thank you, grandpa. Wan'er will remember this."

Song Qingwan kowtowed and was helped up by the matchmaker. She was then surrounded by a group of maids and walked out the door.

"The Prince is coming"

"Your Majesty looks so handsome today."

"Oh my, what a perfect match."

As voices of praise rang out around her, Song Qingwan's hand was gently grasped by a big hand, and then slowly led forward.

Song Qingwan vaguely saw Zhao Huaijin in a red wedding gown through the veil. His back was straighter today.

The wedding gown fit him well, making his figure look even taller. His inky black hair was tied up with a red headband.

Well, more handsome than usual!

Zhao Huaijin took Song Qingwan's hand to the door of the sedan chair, then bent down and put his face close to her ear.

"Awan, I'll take care of everything. Just follow me." Song Qingwan nodded and got into the bridal sedan.

A sedan chair carried by sixteen people set out from the Grand Tutor's Mansion. Zhao Huaijin followed on horseback, and the dowry followed at the end of the procession.

On that day, the whole capital city truly witnessed what "Ten Miles of Red Makeup" meant. Song Yunshuang hid in the crowd, her teeth gnashing from pain.

These should have all belonged to her. If Song Qingwan died... No, she shouldn't be alive!

In a corner of the street, a young woman dressed simply kept her eyes on the wedding procession.

"Princess, let's go back. Everyone has left."

"Okay, let's go."

Zhong Xuejiao turned around silently. She finally saw Brother Huai Jin getting married, although the bride was not her.

Brother Huaijin is very handsome today and a perfect match for the bride.

Although she couldn't see it, Zhong Xuejiao could imagine that there must be a beautiful face under the veil.

I’ve read it, I won’t read it anymore, just try to forget it!