After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cheng Songan sneered, looked back and forth between Situi and the person on the couch, and said to Situi: "What if I must kill her?"

Si Tui's expression tensed and he stood in front of the couch hesitantly.

The person on the couch laughed softly and said, "Yuan Qing, why would my sister kill me? She loves Wan Xin the most, she can't bear to do it."

As she spoke, she gently pushed aside Si Tui's figure, and her little face appeared from behind him. She said to Cheng Song An, "Isn't that right, sister? You let me go because you're afraid that I'll commit suicide."

Every time Cheng Songan heard her call her sister, her heart tightened and she couldn't control her emotions. She growled, "I said, don't call me sister!"

But the man pretended not to hear and said to Si Tui worriedly: "Yuan Qing, my sister hates me so much, I really don't know what to do."

Si Tui clenched his jaw tightly, looking at Cheng Songan, he seemed a little reluctant, and whispered: "Madam, she is ignorant, you, don't kill her..."

"She's ignorant? Oh, she's really ignorant!" Cheng Songan seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. She laughed so hard that she could hardly breathe. "How could she be so ignorant at the age of ten to have such a vicious mind? She hid my sister and lied to me for five years! She killed my child!"

Si Tui felt a pain in his eyes. He didn't dare to look at her and lowered his head, but still stood there, refusing to move a step.

Cheng Songan stared at him deeply, gradually becoming suspicious, and asked tentatively: "Have you always known?"

No one spoke.

Cheng Songan felt a surge of hatred in her chest. She stepped forward, grabbed Situi's clothes, and asked loudly, "You knew this all along?"

"Sister, Yuan Qing doesn't know." The person on the couch smiled strangely. Her words showed that the two of them were one. She knew him and he knew her!

She deliberately called him Yuan Qing, and she wanted to provoke her!

"Zhi Si Tui!" Cheng Songan called his full name for the first time and asked with all his strength, "Who is she? Where is my sister?"

Si Tui opened his mouth. He had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, he could only reluctantly explain: "I didn't always know."

He just knew it earlier than her.

Cheng Songan glared at him and asked in a trembling voice, "Where is Cui Yuanqing? Does he know about it too?"

Si Tui shook his head firmly: "My Lord, I don't know."

The sweet taste that surged up into his throat was suppressed again. Cui Yuanqing didn't know that Si Tui had concealed this person from Cui Yuanqing. Who was she? If she wasn't Xue Tingyun's closest relative, Si Tui would never have done this.

Cheng Songan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She remembered and knew who she was!

Seeing that she seemed to be unsteady on her feet, Si Tui hesitated to help her, but he also adhered to his duty and kept a distance, so he did not dare to touch her. He just pulled a chair from the side and asked her to sit down.

Cheng Songan took advantage of this gap, quickly picked up the silver needle that fell on the ground, and stabbed it into his back.

Si Tui's kung fu was several times better than hers. Before she got close to him, his body had already reacted. He slightly turned sideways and dodged the golden needle she stabbed at him. Then he slapped her several times faster than her. The wind from his palm brushed her snow-white face like a knife. Fortunately, he reacted and retracted his palm in time.

Cheng Songan didn't even frown when he swung his palm. He just waited for him to retract his palm before finding the right opportunity to stab the edge of his palm.

Si Tui quickly sealed the acupuncture points all over his body and dared not move another step.

The person on the couch was unusually nervous, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he seemed to want to get up.

Cheng Songan pressed her shoulders and made her sit back, looking down at her and said, "Si Tui is not Zhu Ying and Xiang Cheng. He can resist for a while. It won't be too late to give him the antidote later."

The person on the couch had his hands shaking slightly, and moved uneasily as he was covered in the shadow of Cheng Songan's body.

Cheng Songan pinched her chin, half-squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully, which made her feel a little guilty. She struggled hard and used both hands to pry her wrists apart.

Cheng Songan grabbed her arm and pulled it down with a little force. With a click, her arm was dislocated and hung straight to the side.

She was already thin and weak after giving birth, and the pain was unbearable. Beads of sweat the size of beans streamed down her face.

Cheng Songan suddenly smiled. At this moment, she suddenly thought of Ming Zhan. If he saw that she could tear off someone's arm in an instant, she didn't know what expression he would have.

"Madam, don't..." Si Tui tried hard to resist the poison, but when she saw Cheng Songan attacking her, she couldn't help but speak out.

Cheng Songan pretended not to hear anything and tore open the hem of the woman's undershirt with a hiss. Sure enough, there was a bright and dazzling hibiscus flower mark four inches around her waist.

"It's you, no wonder." Cheng Songan took a deep breath, smiled weakly, lifted her arm, and imitated the way Cui Yuanqing had straightened her bones before, touching the bones and gently pushing them upwards to connect them for her.

After all this tossing and turning, the person on the couch had almost no strength to resist. He collapsed on the couch, breathing gently, but his eyes were looking at Cheng Songan with mixed emotions.

Cheng Songan searched around her inner room, found a medicine bottle and waved it in front of her. Seeing that she had no expression on her face, he knew he had found the right one. He poured out a pill and handed it to Situi's mouth, detoxifying him.

Si Tui took the antidote and recovered after a little practice. He immediately stood up and helped the person on the couch: "Wan Xin, are you okay?"

"You didn't tell him what your name is?" Cheng Songan felt the word "Wanxin" was piercing to his ears. His voice was as cold as ice and he said word by word, "Xue-Ting-Rong!"

These three words suddenly came out of Cheng Songan's mouth, like a thunderclap, which made Si Tui's mind go blank. He almost couldn't stand and looked at Cheng Songan blankly: "Tingrong? Tingrong has long, long..."

"Dead a long time ago?" Cheng Songan finished his words for him, and said slowly, "Not only did he die, he died in Cui Yuanqing's arms. When you came back, you saw his grave with your own eyes, right?"

Si Tui opened his mouth unconsciously, but could not make a sound. When he received the news, he was immediately sent by Cui Yuanqing to Yizhou to rescue Tingyun. Unfortunately, he went too late. Tingyun's hiding place was discovered and he was captured. He was never seen alive or dead.

He searched Yizhou thoroughly but could not find any trace of her. Then he received a secret letter from Cui Yuanqing, asking him to return to the capital. So he returned to the capital with hope, thinking that Tingyun must have found her, and he only needed to go back and reunite with her.

But he didn't expect that what he saw when he returned was a small grave. Not only did he not see Tingyun, he also didn't even see her younger brother for the last time!

Cheng Songan turned his eyes to the absent-minded person on the couch and said calmly, "Xue Tingrong is dead, but Xue Tingrong is not, right?"

Her words sounded very contradictory to outsiders, but Xue Tingrong understood what she meant.