The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

Song Xiwan couldn't help but be stunned, her face flushed.

It’s really strange. Why didn’t I realize that Xie Chengqian had such a cheating side before?

Why do you always bring up what happened that day!

She lip-synced, "I was tricked."

"Ah."

Xie Chengqian nodded as if to say "I know".

Song Xiwan was furious, but he was in the wrong, so he had to suppress his anger.

She whispered, "Okay, today we are even. Please don't bring it up again in the future, Your Highness."

"Xi Wan is unwilling to take responsibility?"

Xie Chengqian's questioning made Song Xiwan's face flush.

Responsible?

In recent days, Xie Chengqian seemed to have changed his face. If anyone else had shown up, they would have been treated as a scoundrel and beaten and scolded in the street!

Song Xiwan gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

If you have the guts, arrest her and report her to the police.

Xie Chengqian raised the corner of his mouth, knowing that he could no longer joke around, so he brought up the serious matter, "That Persian merchant is dead."

Song Xiwan quickly regained his composure and was not surprised by this.

After so many days, he would have been killed to silence him.

Song Xiwan thought of her guess, looked up and glanced at Xie Chengqian, her lips slightly parted but she still didn't know where to start.

Will he suspect Su Xunyao?

Xie Chengqian said calmly, "There are some clues on this matter. I will give you an answer once I find out more."

"it is good."

Song Xiwan swallowed her words and continued, "Your Highness, did you come here specifically to tell me this?"

Xie Chengqian's eyes were filled with helplessness, "Xi Wan really doesn't understand?"

Song Xiwan's heart skipped a beat.

Her intuition told her that if she continued asking, something beyond her control would happen, so it would be better to stop there.

"Understood, thank you, Your Majesty."

Song Xiwan walked over calmly.

Xie Chengqian was not annoyed and continued, "I don't accept verbal thanks. Why don't you treat me to a meal, Miss Song?"

Song Xiwan: “…”

He really took advantage of the situation!

Xie Chengqian nonchalantly ordered the driver, "Drive to Prince Xuan's Mansion."

"what?"

The driver was frightened. When did a man get on the carriage?

And he went to Prince Xuan's Mansion! ?

The driver was extremely anxious. "Big, big girl, are you okay?"

Don't ruin the girl's reputation, otherwise he will be blamed.

Song Xiwan glanced at Xie Chengqian with a cold look in her eyes, and finally had to tell the driver, "It's okay, let's go to Prince Xuan's Mansion first and stop at the back door."

"Yes."

There was still uncontrollable panic in the driver's voice.

There was a hint of resentment in Xie Chengqian's deep eyes, and he even came in through the back door. Xi Wan still wanted to distance herself from him.

Song Xiwan looked away, wondering how to explain things to Xie Chengqian.

She didn't want to go on like this.

After arriving at Prince Xuan's Mansion, Song Xiwan was led to a courtyard by Xie Chengqian.

The surroundings were quiet. The doors on both sides of the front hall were open, and you could see several bookshelves inside, all filled with various books.

Song Xiwan was stunned.

Xie Chengqian's voice rang beside his ear, "You used to like sitting here and reading while waiting for me to come back. Remember?"

Song Xiwan's throat suddenly choked with sobs.

Of course I remember those three years of constantly chasing for a glimmer of hope.

Song Xiwan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Xie Chengqian didn't notice anything was wrong with her, and just said to himself: "I'll rearrange it for you, come in and take a look?"

Song Xiwan couldn't move a step, so she turned around and looked at him intently, "Why did your Highness do this?"

Xie Chengqian was slightly startled, and saw a hint of loneliness in her pupils.

"Xi Wan..."

"Your Highness, there's no need to do this. I've never blamed you."

After thinking about it, Song Xiwan felt that Xie Chengqian did all this out of guilt.

But is this necessary?

She said in a tight voice, "You and I were together in our previous lives because the Emperor granted us a marriage. If Your Highness feels guilty about this, there's no need to."

Xie Chengqian lowered his eyes and finally understood what she meant.

She thought he was making amends.

Song Xiwan suppressed the bitterness in her heart and continued, "The past can never be returned, but in this life, Xiwan is willing to be friends with the prince."

"friend?"

Xie Chengqian's voice was extremely deep.

He almost dug his heart out. In her eyes, he was just a friend?

Song Xiwan couldn't bear his gaze, but she still felt it was better to explain it clearly.

"That's right. If His Majesty needs me in the future, Xiwan can work side by side with His Majesty, but there's really no need to tie us together anymore."

Song Xiwan didn't want to go through those three years of just looking at his indifferent back.

How long can a couple who are connected only by guilt last?

Song Xiwan looked at him frankly and held out her hand with a serious expression, "Forget about the past. From now on, the prince and I will be best friends."

Xie Chengqian felt a lump in his throat.

He sneered and left.

What friends? He doesn't want any of them!

Song Xiwan watched him leave, her heart skipped a beat, and she silently withdrew her hand that was frozen in the air.

She muttered softly, "Why are you so angry? I'm not angry at all, why are you so petty!"

It’s so nice to be friends, without having to test each other’s feelings.

"Miss Song!"

Uncle Wang approached slowly from the front, looked around, and asked in confusion, "Where's the prince? Didn't he say he wanted to drink tea and appreciate paintings with you?"

Song Xiwan originally wanted to go home alone, but now she was a little confused.

"What about drinking tea and appreciating paintings?"

Uncle Wang said, "Oh, the prince has been saying that he wants to invite Miss Song to his mansion, but he always has to find an excuse. Didn't he specially ask someone to find a painting that he said you like very much, and invite you here today?"

Song Xiwan was stunned.

Uncle Wang pulled her inside and pointed at the painting hanging on the wall. "Look, we sent people to the border fortress to find it half a month ago, and they had it brought back all the way."

Song Xiwan felt even more uncomfortable all over.

This painting "Mo Shen Ridge" was something she mentioned casually in her previous life. She didn't really like it, but she had read in a book that the painting technique was superb and could turn the virtual into the real.

But I never got to see it until I died.

Song Xiwan vaguely recalled that it was probably about ten days before her death, and she talked to Xie Chengqian for no reason.

At that time, he had a sullen face, as if he hadn't heard it.

Song Xiwan clenched his fists and felt choked up.

What does it mean?

Uncle Wang smiled and said, "And this Rain-Previous Longjing tea is also Miss Song's favorite, right?"

Song Xiwan felt very uncomfortable when she heard this and forced a smile.

She was so well prepared that it seemed as if she had been a little too cruel and ruthless just now.

But Uncle Wang couldn't see it, so he scratched his head and asked, "But where is the prince? Could something urgent have happened?"

Song Xiwan thought to herself: Maybe she ran away because I pissed her off.

"Your Highness has urgent matters to attend to. I'd better come back next time."

Song Xiwan was extremely upset and decided to slip away.

Uncle Wang was stunned. He had no time to stop her. He stared at Miss Song's figure, a little puzzled. "Why does she look like she's running away?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Uncle Wang was startled. He looked up and saw a cold figure in front of him, with a look of surprise on his face.