Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Mu Qinghan's wrist hurt so much that his vision went dark. After Song Zhi said this, a hint of panic and loss of control finally appeared in his eyes.

After a long while, he gave up struggling dejectedly, his voice filled with vicissitudes, "You saw through it."

“As expected of you, you are much better than that idiot Song Yale. Why was I so blind to fall for her in the first place?”

Song Zhi snorted coldly, "It's good that you're back. This way, we can officially put an end to our relationship."

Thinking back, she guessed that it was Sun's vase that knocked him back.

Mu Qinghan pursed his pale lips and said, "Zhi'er, I have realized my mistake. Can't we make peace with each other?"

In the past, he always thought that it was natural for him to sit on the throne. After all, his father had always favored him. Even if there was no Song family, he still had his mother to help him plan.

He ascended the throne so easily that he almost ignored the efforts of the Song family.

Only after this life did he realize that the Song family was the key to his ascension to the throne. It was ridiculous that he threw away the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds, and actually gave up Song Zhi for a useless woman like Song Yale.

“Zhi’er, listen to me, I was really bewitched by that bitch Song Yale. You are the only one I love the most.”

Mu Qinghan suppressed his pain and looked at Song Zhi flatteringly, "I clearly told her to spare your life. I really didn't expect her to kill you directly. It's all her fault. If you want revenge, go find her."

Song Zhi was silent, so Mu Qinghan continued, "Zhi'er, give me another chance. This time I will definitely make you the queen, okay?"

Seeing Mu Qinghan like this, Song Zhi suddenly stopped being anxious.

She squatted down and looked him in the eye. "In your last life, you lived a life of great happiness, stepping on the bones of the Song family. You were unparalleled in nobility and had many children."

The strong desire to survive made Mu Qinghan shake his head frantically, "No, no, no, I am not happy. I miss you every day after you died, otherwise why would I be reborn with you."

It has to be said that people who have lived two lives have to be more eloquent.

It’s a pity that Song Zhi is now stubborn and unyielding.

“You were the emperor then, and no one could stop you even if you let Song Yale enter the palace to be the queen, but you just refused to give the Song family a chance to survive.”

Song Zhi thought of those familiar people who died tragically in front of him, and his heart couldn't stop aching even if those things didn't happen in this life.

Her father was willing to endure the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch in order to keep her alive.

Mu Qinghan hugged Song Yale and said that he would let her go as long as she could get under the crotch of the eunuch next to Song Yang.

Song Yang did as he was told without hesitation, but what he got in return was Mu Qinghan's scornful ridicule, "Tsk tsk, isn't he the Prime Minister with all the power in the court? Yet, you are nothing but this in front of me. How servile!"

Thinking of this, Song Zhi's eyes revealed hatred.

He was the honorable and dignified prime minister, the mountain that carried her on his shoulders when she was a child, and the father who would never bend his back even in the face of bloody storms.

At an age when he should be enjoying his retirement, he suffered such a great humiliation.

Song Zhi used a dagger to cut the tendons of Mu Qinghan's hands and feet cleanly and neatly, and while Mu Qinghan was trembling with fear, he tortured him to death with each cut of the knife.

Mu Qinghan screamed in pain, and Song Zhi stuffed a rag into his mouth.

At first, Mu Qinghan's body was shaking violently because of the pain. As the knife fell one after another, he began to exhale more than he inhaled, and he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

When he was about to die, Song Zhi stopped what he was doing and stood up. "I suddenly felt kind and decided to spare your life. If you're lucky, Sun will come back in time and save you."

Hearing Song Zhi's words, Mu Qinghan, who had been motionless, couldn't help but twitch twice.

Song Zhi clearly wanted him to live a life worse than death!

Not only am I in severe pain all over my body, but the most torturous thing is that I have to wait for death while being conscious even though I know I can't survive.

"Please... please, for the sake of our long acquaintance, give me... give me a quick death."

He spoke weakly, his voice as thin as a mosquito's.

How could Song Zhi let him have his wish? He glanced at him indifferently and turned away.

Mu Qinghan looked at her receding figure, his eyes gradually filled with despair.

After erasing all traces of their presence, Song Zhi took Xiao Tao and left through the back door.

When he returned to the Song Mansion, Sun was still waiting for Song Yang in front of the main gate.

Song Zhi thought about it and went back home with Xiao Tao through the back door.

It was midnight and everyone had already gone to bed. The only sound outside the window was the chirping of insects.

When everything was peaceful, there was a sudden loud knock on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

The lights in the mansion were lit one after another, waking up the nearby neighbors.

Song Zhi put on his clothes and went out, and found that the outside was full of soldiers holding torches.

As soon as she appeared, Sun immediately squeezed out of the crowd with messy hair and said, "It's her! It must be her. No one else would have attacked Yale and Mu Qinghan except her. Poor Yale, she died so tragically."

Sun couldn't stop crying. She glared at Song Zhi with hatred and cried to the yamen runner.

"Although Song Yang is a minister, you must not protect each other. You must stand up for us ordinary people. Otherwise, my poor Yale will die with regrets."

Sun had a loud voice, and after just a few words, the onlookers understood what was going on.

It is hard to imagine that such a person was a pampered lady a few months ago, and even her voice was not too loud.

The people suddenly woke up from their sleep, “Oh my God, the deposed crown prince and Anya Song are dead.”

“Madam Sun treats Song Yale like a pearl and a treasure, no wonder she is so devastated.”

Song Zhi's face darkened. "Madam Sun, what you said is really funny. I haven't even said anything yet, and you've already firmly accused us of being officials protecting each other."

The yamen runners standing by were also very dissatisfied. They knew that if this matter was confirmed, they, as the vanguards, would lose their jobs at the very least, but would lose their heads and be blamed at the worst.

Sun, on the other hand, just keeps talking nonsense.

"Madam Sun, be careful with your words. Be careful what you say."

Glancing coldly at Sun, the yamen runner respectfully walked up to Song Yang and said that Sun had pointed out that the Song family was involved in the tragic death of Song Yale and Mu Qinghan, and that a search was needed.

Song Yang never thought that the deaths of the two people were related to his daughter, so he immediately asked the soldiers to go in and search.

Song Yang looked at Sun and sneered, "Those two people were so immoral that I don't know how many people they have offended behind the scenes. It must be God's will that they were killed by their enemies in revenge. It's hard for you to put the blame on your own daughter without even thinking."

Sun's eyes were red with anger. "You are talking nonsense. How could Yale, who was kind and intelligent, be killed by her enemies? It must have been Song Zhi who did it."

Her ugly face was clearly visible to everyone, and they all whispered, "This is not her own daughter at all. She must have a grudge against her own daughter."

"That's right, let alone leading the troops to accuse my own daughter of murder, even if my daughter really did kill someone, I would only take the blame for her."

"Haven't you heard that Miss Song calls her Madam Sun instead of Mother? I heard that Miss Song has severed her relationship with Madam Sun a long time ago."

"If it were me, I would also cut off all ties with her. How can you be such a mother?"