Reborn, meet you again!

About half an hour later, just as discussions were beginning to spread outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, the door finally opened.

Seeing the person coming out, Song Wan's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

It had clearly only been over a month, but when she saw her father again, she felt as if she had been in another world for a long time.

While Song Wan was in a trance, the voice of his second brother Yun Jing sounded first.

"Yun Zheng, you still dare to come!"

Seeing Song Yi and Song Jing approaching, Yun Zheng's expression did not change, he just bowed respectfully to Song Yi.

"My dear son-in-law Yun Zheng, I'm honored to meet you, my father-in-law!"

"I failed to protect Wan'er, causing her to be kidnapped by the rebels and buried beneath the cliff. I have come to apologize! Please punish me, father-in-law!"

Song Yi did not look at Yun Zheng, but just silently looked at the coffin parked behind Yun Zheng, his eyes deep and silent.

Song Jing glanced at his father and said impatiently.

"Punish? How should I punish you? My sister is already dead. What's the point of punishing you? Are you going to pay with your life?"

"Do you think that by putting on such a show today, my sister's death can be easily offset, and you can continue to be your Prince Yun with peace of mind?"

"Yun Zheng, forget it!"

Yun Zheng listened to Song Jing's words and clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

"I know I owe Wan'er a debt, and I also know that my second brother and father-in-law have grievances that are difficult to resolve."

"Today, no matter how my father-in-law wants to punish me, I will not say a word!"

As Yun Zheng spoke, he suddenly reached out and took out a dagger from his waist. The dagger was unsheathed, and a cold light flashed in all directions.

Song Jing listened to Yun Zheng's words and made a move to step forward.

"Yun Zheng, do you think we dare not?"

But Song Yi, who had been silent the whole time, reached out to stop him.

Song Yi withdrew his gaze from the coffin behind Yun Zheng and looked at Yun Zheng who was kneeling upright in front of him. His tone was indifferent and no emotion could be heard.

"Prince Huai is now the Minister of the Central Secretariat, and Prince Yun is one of the most powerful figures in the capital. I, a small prime minister, cannot afford to offend them..."

There was no hesitation in Yun Zheng's eyes, he just said one sentence.

"No need for father-in-law to do anything!"

He then thrust the dagger, which was flashing with cold light, into his own abdomen.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.

"Prince!" The servant beside Yun Zheng hurriedly reached out to support his own young master, but was brushed away by Yun Zheng with his blood-stained hand.

There was a commotion in the crowd at this time, most of whom were indignant for Yun Zheng.

"This Prince Yun has returned victorious, but before he even returned home, the first thing he did was come to the Prime Minister's residence, giving the Song family enough face. It would have been fine if Prime Minister Song had avoided him at first, but now he's forcing Prince Yun to hurt himself. Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Could it be that the life of the eldest daughter of the Song family is more important than killing the rebels? Why would the Song family vent their anger on Prince Yun?"

The voices of discussion gradually grew louder, but Song Yi ignored them.

It seemed as if the bright red blood that Yun Zheng splashed at his feet stung his eyes.

His deep eyes finally revealed a pain that could no longer be suppressed.

The grief and anger that had been pent up in his heart for a month since he learned of his daughter's death finally found an outlet at this moment, rushing towards him like a tide.

He stared straight into Yun Zheng's eyes and spoke word by word.

"Yun Zheng, do you remember what you told me when you took Wan'er away from the Song Mansion that day?"

"You said... no matter what happens, even if it costs you your life, you will protect her! Promise her a peaceful life..."

"But with those words still fresh in my mind, you let her be abducted by the rebels on her wedding day!"

"I know that everyone in the world now praises you, Yun Zheng, for your loyalty and righteousness! You are a loyal and patriotic man who stands tall and proud! You are a meritorious official of Tianqi."

"But... even if everyone in the world thinks you did nothing wrong, in my heart, you are just a traitor!"

"It's you... who betrayed Wanwan! You betrayed my daughter!"

As Song Yi spoke, there was an unnoticeable tremor of anxiety in his sad and angry voice.

"You didn't keep your promise to me and protect her! Instead, you let her die alone in the snow!"

"You even killed her yourself!"

"You know very well that with her temper, even if you don't take action, she won't let you let Zhou Chi go and live in disgrace!"

"You never truly understood her... your wife! Instead, you let her die with regrets!"

"You can come here today to seek peace of mind, but what about my daughter? Who should she turn to to make amends for this regret..."

Before Yun Zheng returned to Beijing, he actually still had some unrealistic expectations in his heart.

Maybe her daughter was not dead.

Perhaps, Yun Zheng would find her alive at the bottom of the cliff, and then bring her back safely... and return her to him...

But he didn't, he just brought her coffin to apologize.

The last bit of hope in his heart was dashed.

Let him experience it very vividly.

His daughter... is really dead!

Thinking of this, Song Yi staggered back a step, as if he had aged a lot in an instant.

Song Wan looked at everything in front of her, and the tears that had accumulated in her eyes could no longer be controlled and burst out...

She couldn't help but take a step forward, and her hands unconsciously raised, as if she wanted to support her father...

How she wanted to go over and tell her father not to be sad.

She is still alive.

But I found that I could only stand there stiffly, unable to do anything.

She had thought that after a month, her father would have accepted the fact that she was dead.

did not expect……

"Father……"

When the situation was at a stalemate, a graceful goose yellow figure suddenly walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Song Yan walked to Song Yi, glanced at Yun Zheng quickly, and a barely perceptible trace of worry flashed across her eyes.

It was just a glance before she reached out to support her father and whispered softly beside him.

"Father, Prince Yun is injured. I'm afraid he needs medical attention soon. Otherwise, if he loses too much blood and is in danger of dying, this matter may not be resolved peacefully."

"I know father isn't afraid of Prince Huai's Mansion, but...if sister were here, she certainly wouldn't want to see father and the Crown Prince get into this mess..."

As Song Yan spoke, she also looked at the coffin behind Yun Zheng.

"Father doesn't want my sister to leave with no peace of mind..."

Song Jing looked at Yun Zheng, whose face was becoming increasingly paler, and thought about the last time he saw Song Wan, when she was wearing a bright red wedding dress and had a bright smile on her face.

Finally, she closed her eyes, pushed away her children's hands, turned around, and waved her hands weakly.

How could he not know that he shouldn't vent his anger on Yun Zheng.

He just...

Hate myself.

He failed to protect his wife, and he failed to protect his daughter.

"Forget it, go away..."

"From now on... don't come here again."

Then, he walked back, leaving behind only a somewhat desolate back.

Yun Zheng looked at Song Yi's back and kowtowed again in silence. Then, due to excessive blood loss, he could no longer hold on and fell forward.

Seeing this, Song Yan moved his feet forward slightly, but in the end he did not go forward. He just turned around, followed his father's footsteps, and entered the prime minister's residence.