Evil Sister in Charge: As long as you are thick-skinned, you can eat meat every meal

"who is it!"

"Who is it! Who killed my mother? I want your life! I want to kill him!"

Seeing his mother die so miserably, Song Yuhuan suddenly stood up and looked around with bloodshot eyes until his eyes fell on the little boy sitting next to Song Yunshen. His eyes were fixed on Zhou Jincheng as if he wanted to eat him.

He was shocked, it seemed that what his mother had told him before was actually true.

"Is it you? Did you ask someone to kill my mother?" Song Yuhuan took a few quick steps forward and wanted to grab the little boy in front of him with a calm look.

Then a bloody dagger was pressed against his neck.

"Yun'er, you can't do that!"

Before Emperor Dayu could open his mouth in fear, the Queen Mother's voice came from the door, followed by Song Tanghui's mother and daughter and Song Moli's brothers.

"These three damn things are so useless!" Bai Wanyue whispered to Zhou Sisi as she approached her.

Bai Wanyue gave her a shut-up expression in response, and her eyes involuntarily met Song Moli's reassuring look, and of course, Song Tanghui who was standing beside the Queen Mother and winking at her.

"Why not? Grandmother, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Song Lingyun's dagger moved forward a few more inches, and the blood on Song Yuhuan's neck flowed down, but he did not dare to struggle at all, because he was also afraid that his elder sister would really stab the dagger into his neck.

"I haven't forgotten, the Imperial Grandmother hasn't forgotten!"

The Queen Mother answered as she was supported by Concubine Yu and walked into the imperial study. She did not dare to get close to Song Lingyun, for fear of angering her eldest granddaughter and causing her distress.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, the empress dowager's attention was attracted by Zhou Jincheng.

Like, so similar.

Xie Zhiyi's appearance had almost faded from the Empress Dowager's memory, but when she saw this child at this moment, all the memories of the past flashed into her mind.

"This child is Xiao Xingxing, right?" The Empress Dowager's hands were shaking and her steps began to stagger. If Concubine Yu hadn't held her steady, the old lady would have fallen down.

"Yes! He is Little Star!"

"He is the Queen Mother's biological son. He was the child who was dragged into the water while still in the Queen Mother's womb and narrowly escaped death!"

"It was also my mother who gave birth to him after she escaped from the lake with great difficulty! If he hadn't been harmed by someone, he wouldn't have suffered for so many years in vain!"

"In the end, the son of the culprit has been living a life of luxury for so many years. How can I not hate him?"

Song Lingyun's voice echoed coldly in the hall, shocking everyone's heart. Then a scream was heard. With a slash of the dagger in her hand, one of Song Yuhuan's ears was cut off by her!

"Ah!!!" Song Yuhuan covered his wound and looked at the fallen ear on the ground. He almost fainted from the pain.

As a prince, he had enjoyed the best service since he was born. No one had ever beaten him, let alone injured him. To have his ear cut off was the biggest injury he had ever suffered in his life. Such pain was a capital punishment for him.

"Ling Yun! He is your brother!"

The Queen Mother didn't even bother to look at Zhou Jincheng any longer. After hearing Song Yuhuan's scream, she turned her head and saw the bloody ear lying on the ground.

Not only the Queen Mother, but everyone else was shocked by Song Lingyun's move. It was too efficient! Fast, ruthless and accurate!

Song Moli and Song Ziyu looked at each other, wow!

Song Lingyun played this trick beautifully! The heir to the throne must not have a different appearance. Song Yuhuan had one ear cut off, and he will never be able to take the throne again.

Song Yunshen covered his ears with his hands in shock. Even though he was far away, he could still feel a dull pain in his ears. His elder sister was too fierce. He must never mess with her in the future!

"Brother? Haha! My brother is sitting over there!"

"I can't accept the son of my mother's murderer as my brother!" Song Lingyun roared, and then stabbed Song Yuhuan in the left eye with his backhand.

Song Yuhuan only felt a sudden huge pain in his left eye. That kind of pain was simply unbearable for someone like him who was used to enjoying a good life. Then, everything went black in front of his eyes and he fainted from the pain.

"Stop, stop!" The Queen Mother shook off Concubine Yu's hand that was supporting her and rushed towards Song Lingyun, hugging her.

The Queen Mother thought that Song Lingyun had killed Song Yuhuan, and was afraid that this girl would do something shocking again, so she could only hold her tightly.

Song Lingyun did not struggle, but just gently threw the bloody dagger in his hand to the ground.

"Ling Yun! You have killed those who deserve to be killed, what else do you want?"

Emperor Dayu seemed to have aged several years in an instant. He supported himself on the table with both hands and looked at his eldest daughter with sad eyes. How come the little girl who once followed him softly and called him father sweetly has become such a cruel person now?

"Father, there is still one enemy left for my mother to kill. Don't worry, you and my grandmother, that person is not in Dayu. I will not stop until all of my mother's enemies have gone to hell!"

"I don't want to do anything. Just like I promised you, my grandmother, I will spare his life."

"But you promised me, and I hope you and Father will not forget it."

"It's my brother's thing. It's his business whether he wants it or not, but you can't not give it to him. You owe it to him, and you, the emperor, also owe it to the queen mother!"

Song Lingyun looked at Song Yuhuan who was still unconscious on the ground and sneered. He looked straight at Emperor Dayu and tilted his head to give him a meaningful smile.

Her smile scared the queen dowager who was holding her, and the queen dowager immediately understood what Song Lingyun meant.

"Emperor! Agree to her!" The Queen Mother shouted sternly at Emperor Dayu.

Emperor Dayu looked around and saw the people standing in the hall. He only saw Zhou Sisi, Song Moli, the young master of Phantom Island, and even Song Tanghui, the future queen of the Northern Dynasty, who were standing behind Zhou Jincheng. What was there for him to not understand? These would be the strongest backing for his youngest son in the future. Who could compete with him?

When he looked at his second son, Song Yunshen, whose butt was still stuck to the chair, the boy jumped up from the chair as if he had been bitten by a dog.

"Father, don't look at me. I have never coveted the position under your butt. You know me well. My goal is to be an idle prince like my uncle, with no worries about food and drink and traveling around. I am a waste, I admit it!"

As soon as Song Yunshen said this, Zhou Sisi clenched her hands, afraid that she would laugh out loud. It's already this hour, and this kid still has the mood to talk about these things!

The other people also tried hard to hold the corners of their mouths that were about to rise. It would be inappropriate to laugh at this time. It would be better to wait until they solved the problem in front of them and then laugh after they got out!

Emperor Dayu felt dizzy and useless. He was really useless! It would be better to give birth to a fool than to give birth to him!

Song Yunshen: ? ? ? Stupid? I am so wise. Being an emperor is not a good thing. Being an idle prince is his lifelong dream!

"After the court session tomorrow, I will announce the identity of the Sixth Prince to the civil and military officials, and declare that he will be the Crown Prince of Dayu Kingdom and the next monarch!"

After saying this, Emperor Dayu seemed to have all the strength drained out of his body. He staggered twice and then sat down on the chair.

"Thank you, Father, for your help!"

Song Lingyun knelt down neatly and saluted, then looked up and met Zhou Sisi and the others' gaze, with a look of joy of victory in his eyes.