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

This startled Song Junling, "Who is it?"

This shout attracted a lot of attention.

Song Xiwan raised her eyes and gave him a look, whispering, "Let's talk about it after the calligraphy and painting competition. Don't alert the enemy now."

"it is good."

Soong Junling knew that her sister was very smart and chose to follow her arrangements.

He suddenly realized what was going on, so his sister has been investigating the truth behind Shen Qiongyi's suicide these days!

Song Xiwan was grinding ink in her hand, but she was thinking about something else in her mind: why didn't Xie Chengqian show up?

Don’t think about it, the game is important.

Song Xiwan calmed himself down and still chose to paint.

She has always had a broad and vast work in her heart, which is the frontier scenery she has seen with her own eyes.

The reason why Song Xiwan easily fell for Xie Chengqian in her previous life was undoubtedly due to his status as a general who had fought on the battlefield. People were always easily attracted to such things when they were young.

Forget that under the armor is human skin, and under the skin there is a heart that is difficult to see clearly.

Until now, Song Xiwan felt that she didn't understand Xie Chengqian.

But at the end of the painting, she still added a touch of upright and heroic posture, at least to depict the image of him in her mind.

An hour passed quietly.

When Song Xiwan submitted her work, she found that Jiang Yao had come over at some point.

"Xiwan, I'm very disappointed in you."

The first thing Jiang Yao said made her laugh and cry.

Her expression was calm. "I don't think I've ever given you hope."

Jiang Yao's eyes darkened as he stared at her fair, cold face. "Are you still rejecting my proposal? Shen Qiongyi's death was clearly framed by someone."

"I know."

Song Xiwan looked up and spoke in a very cold voice.

Instead, Jiang Yao was stunned.

The next moment, Song Xiwan raised the corner of his lips with a hint of sneer, "It's you, Jiang Yao."

Song Xiwan has been thinking about this matter since she woke up. The hatred between Shen Qiongyi and her is not enough to make her commit suicide, and there are also those so-called evidences.

Xie Qiang's sudden appearance further illustrates this point.

This was a trap set for her.

Jiang Yao's eyes darkened slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Xi Wan, what are you talking about?"

"What role do you play in this?"

Song Xiwan stared at the familiar face, still feeling sad.

This friend was lost after all.

They all came back from the same place, having experienced unbearable pain, but they chose completely different paths.

Jiang Yao smiled suddenly, "How did you know that?"

He knew that denial was no use.

Since he couldn't win Song Xiwan over to his side after trying every possible means, the only option left for them was to be frank with each other.

"You don't need to know."

Song Xiwan would never tell Jiang Yao that Jiang Yao would wear heavy incense every time they met.

This was the thing he disliked most in his previous life.

Therefore, this behavior must be covering up something, and this is exactly the smell of Shen Qiongyi holding her belongings when she escaped.

It was very faint, but enough for her to infer that it was Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's eyes were filled with displeasure, and his voice became much darker. "So what? You don't have any evidence."

Song Xiwan smiled and asked, "Really?"

She could see that Jiang Yao was a little confused, and this was a good opportunity to avenge the frame-up.

Look, Jiang Yao’s face looked extremely ugly.

Song Xiwan calmly reminded him, "You're the son of a merchant, and you haven't experienced the intrigues between royal families. Admit it, your methods are not even worthy of being mentioned."

"Xiwan!"

The first sentence hurt Jiang Yao.

Song Xiwan did it on purpose. Firstly, she wanted to vent her anger, and secondly, she hoped Jiang Yao would turn back and not make the same mistake again.

But it seems that she was still too naive.

Jiang Yao sneered, "You are the conceited one, and you are also the foolish one. At least my method can take half of King Xuan's life."

Song Xiwan's eyes turned cold.

"What do you mean?"

"Xi Wan, do you really think you are right? In fact, you are the one who has been wrong all along."

Jiang Yao did not explain in detail, and left coldly after saying this.

Song Xiwan stood still, Jiang Yao's words circling in her mind.

What did she do wrong?

No, how come Xie Chengqian is half dead?

Those things that were wrong seemed to have suddenly found a way out, and Song Xiwan resolutely turned around and left.

"Xiwan!"

Song Junling originally wanted to come over to ask his sister something, but he didn't expect to see his sister leaving with a gloomy face, so he hurried to follow her.

Everyone else was confused.

After submitting your work, don’t you still have to wait for the teachers to judge it?

Where are all these going?

The crowd over there burst into praises—

"Whose work is this? My God, I feel like I'm seeing a real grassland."

"Is there a name here, Song Xiwan?"

"Song Xiwan!? Could she be the one who just had a verbal dispute with Miss Su?"

"..."

The teachers were also attracted by the painting and immediately searched the entire academy for Song Xiwan, but they were told that she had already left on horseback.

That speed is not something that ordinary people can catch up with.

The teachers all expressed regret.

The talented men from the other three academies were also shocked. Wasn’t it said that the talented woman from Yunhe Academy was Su Xunyao?

How come Song Xiwan suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

Song Xiwan had already put the result of the game behind her. She just wanted to know what had happened to Xie Chengqian, so she quickly rushed to the yard outside the city.

The guards guarding the door were shocked. Why did Miss Song come back?

And he looks so aggressive!

"Song, Miss Song."

"Where is the prince?"

Song Xiwan couldn't feel at ease unless she saw Xie Chengqian with her own eyes.

The guard replied subconsciously: "In the room."

The next moment, Miss Song in front of him disappeared.

Only then did they realize that the situation was not good!

Miss Song must not be allowed to know that the prince was injured!

Just as one of the guards was about to go and tell someone about the incident, Miss Song's cold voice came from the front, "Stop if you don't want to die."

The guards were shocked!

Is Miss Song angry?

Song Xiwan found it difficult to explain the complicated thoughts in his mind. A surge of anger at being deceived suddenly erupted, and he didn't want to be nice to anyone at all.

As I walked into Xie Chengqian's yard, an unpleasant smell of medicine wafted into the air.

Song Xiwan paused.

I could vaguely hear the accompanying doctor muttering earnestly, "Your Highness, you must take good care of yourself. It's not a good time to overwork. What if you overwork yourself?"

"Understood, you go down first."

Xie Chengqian's hoarse and tired voice sounded.

It sounded like he didn't take the accompanying doctor's words seriously and was more of a perfunctory response.

The anger in Song Xiwan's heart suddenly flared up. He walked over with a sullen face and pushed the door open with force.

"boom--"

There were two people in the room, one was frightened and the other was stiff.

Song Xiwan locked her eyes with Xie Chengqian, and asked with a sneer on her face, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"