The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

Ten years ago.

When Song Nian hurried home from school after learning that her mother had died in a car accident, the servant told her that her mother was already in the funeral home.

Song Nian hurried to the funeral home, with only a quarter of an hour left before cremation.

Weak and helpless, she cried and begged everyone to let her see her mother one last time, but no one agreed. Song Jin even dragged her away with his own hands.

She was unwilling and reluctant. Just a few hours ago, her mother had gently made breakfast for her, personally sent her to school, kissed her forehead and said that she would pick her up to watch the night light show.

She had clearly only attended two classes, yet she was still boasting to her classmates that she was the happiest princess.

But what I got was bad news.

She rushed into the crematorium despite everyone's attempts to stop her. She tightly grasped the hand of the woman lying on the white cloth, and a ring fell from her mother's palm.

Song Jin saw it, and even wanted it. It was she who begged him to take it as a thought. Song Jin didn't seem to recognize that it was Bai Wan's thing at the time, so he readily agreed.

The ancient ring has an antique flavor and ordinary shape, and it is not even made of K gold.

These worthless little gadgets might be used to fool children. After all, Bai Wan loved to buy these cheap things to coax Song Nian when she was alive.

Song Jin agreed.

But unexpectedly, this was a medium to a thousand years ago, and it was something my father had always dreamed of but never got.

"Lawyer Cheng, I'll leave this case to you."

Outside the detention center, Song Nian once again thanked the lawyer hired by Uncle Ge, and in front of him, Song Nian transferred 50% of the lawyer's fees to him.

"Miss Song, you can't do that." Cheng Qing was a little surprised. The little girl was quite generous.

"There are no new developments in the case yet. You only need to pay 20%. The remaining amount, whether you win or lose the case, will be settled at that time."

Song Nian didn't care about this. "My only request is to win the case. Lawyer Cheng, just do your best. Money is not a problem."

She trusts the person Uncle Ge found, and she doesn't need to worry about the money. She believes there will be a good result.

"Don't worry, Miss Song, I will do my best."

Since Cheng Qing is worthy of being the number one lawyer in the city, he must have his own unique abilities and methods.

Seeing how sensible Song Nian was at such a young age, he was happy to give her some advice. "Miss Song, look at that young woman over there. Is that your stepmother, Li Lin?"

Song Nian followed Cheng Qing's gaze and sure enough, at the corner diagonally opposite, Li Lin, wearing a sexy cheongsam, walked out of a black Maybach. Soon, she was followed by a tall man in his early forties, with an aloof and proud temperament. He was obviously an official.

"Why is Li Lin here?"

Opposite the detention center was a judicial institution. Song Nian didn't recognize the man, but Li Lin took the man's arm affectionately after he got off the car. The intimacy between the two was obvious.

Did Li Lin cheat on her husband?

It is only a matter of time before Song Jin is arrested and sentenced, and he will not be able to get out in a short time.

Li Lin has maintained herself very well over the years and still retains her charm. It is understandable that she remarried when her husband was imprisoned, but isn't this a bit too fast?

"Miss Song is young and doesn't recognize that man. He is a leading figure in our industry." Cheng Qing said tactfully.

He always had a humble smile on his face, and he looked as graceful as a spring breeze, very elegant.

But Song Nian understood.

"what do you mean……"

"That's right. So, Miss Song, do you need my help?" Cheng Qing said, "Or, you can ask Uncle Ge."

In his industry, he needed to make friends with both the black and white sides. No matter their age, anyone could be useful to him in the future. So, no matter which method Song Nian chose, Cheng Qing was happy to do this favor.

"I didn't expect Li Lin to be so deeply in love with Song Jin."

I really don’t know which of the two came up with the idea of ​​selling their body to get Song Jin out.

One has to admit that Li Lin's face and her graceful figure are liked by all men in power, but she can't use this method to bail out the murderer to harm the world.

"Lawyer Cheng, no, Brother Cheng, do you have any other cases recently?"

Seeing Song Nian's pale little face and the deep calculation in the corners of his eyes, Cheng Qing suddenly became interested.

"What do you mean, Miss Song?"

Cheng Qing is 35 years old and is one of the best young lawyers in the legal profession.

Although he has no interest in a young girl like Song Nian, lawyers who use their brains naturally like to play with smart people.

He accepted the call of "big brother".

"If Brother Song doesn't have any other cases at this time, I'd like to hire you to handle all matters related to Song Jin, including the surrounding areas."

What a good word for surrounding.

Cheng Qing laughed twice and teased her deliberately, "So, Miss Song wants to keep me?"

If this were said by someone else, it might be offensive.

But coming from the pure and innocent mouth of Cheng Qing, it sounded like an older brother teasing a younger sister.

Because his eyes are clear and pure, and the distance he consciously keeps makes people feel comfortable.

Song Nian fiddled with his fingers and made the number eight. "I wonder if this number is enough."

"too much."

Cheng Qing didn't want to take advantage of a child.

"No, my target is not only Song Jin and Li Lin, but also that 'weather vane'."

Song Nian pointed at the black Maybach with his chin. "Since he serves the people, he shouldn't do anything that would be shameful or betray the people's trust. He doesn't deserve to be in that position."

So, ten million to bring down a big shot in the judicial system?

Cheng Qing swallowed until his Adam's apple rolled, but after a moment, he finally agreed, "Okay, leave this to me."

"Thank you, Brother Cheng."

Song Nian immediately paid a seven-figure deposit and left a message on WeChat, "Bring him down, bring him down!"

Cheng Qing smiled indulgently at the emoji Song Nian had sent him, which showed a little boy gritting his teeth and making a victory sign. After personally sending Song Nian home, he sat in the car and called Uncle Ge.

Uncle Ge said, "Just follow her. If there's any obstacle, I'll be there."

The old voice was extremely powerful, as if it could clear away all obstacles.

The elite lawyer in the rearview mirror smiled and shook his head, "Uncle Ge, you dote on her too much."

"What else can I do? I've already lost once, am I going to lose a second time?"

In the tea room, the old man gestured for tea to be poured, and soon, a cup of fragrant and high-quality Pu'er tea appeared before his eyes.

He picked up the teacup, sipped it, and then nodded with satisfaction, not knowing whether it was at the tea or at the person.

"Just remember, Song Nian's affairs are my affairs. If she can handle what she wants to do, let her do it. If not, I'll be there for her."

Cheng Qing understood and agreed to it solemnly, but he sighed before hanging up the phone.

"It's a pity that the girl is a little small."