Reborn, meet you again!

Yun Zheng did not let Song Yan down.

The day before his wedding with Song Yan, he returned to Shangjing.

It was already dusk and sunset.

Yun Zheng rode a white horse, led the Yulin Guards and several prison carts on the Imperial Street, attracting a crowd of people to watch.

The only difference from the past was that this time there was a hint of surprise in the people's eyes.

It was because there was a woman on Yun Zheng's horse at that time.

The woman was wearing a red dress that fluttered in the wind. She was looking around with curiosity in her eyes and talking to Yun Zheng with a smile on her face.

Yun Zheng also carefully leaned over to listen to her and responded with tenderness in his eyes.

They look extremely loving.

And that person...

It turned out to be the eldest daughter of the Song family who was shot and killed by Prince Yun in the heavy snow a few months ago.

Song Wan.

When the news reached Song Yan's ears, Song Yan was looking over and over again at the sachet that she was going to give to Yun Zheng personally on the wedding night tomorrow.

The embroidery of the sachet was extremely delicate, and it was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into it.

But there was a lingering worry between her eyebrows.

Tomorrow is her wedding day with the Crown Prince, but until now, she has not received any news of his return... Even Prince Huai seems to be away from home...

Could it be...

Does the prince really regret it?

At this moment, Yin Shuang ran in hurriedly.

After hearing Yin Shuang say the words "The eldest lady is back alive", Song Yan was stunned for a moment.

She stared at Yin Shuang carefully.

"Explain clearly? Who's back?" His voice couldn't help but tremble.

Yinshuang's expression became increasingly ugly at this moment.

"Reply Miss...It's the eldest lady!"

"Just now, a servant from the palace came to report that someone saw the Crown Prince leading the Imperial Guards passing through the Imperial Street with their own eyes. There was also a woman on his horse."

"That woman not only rode with my son-in-law, but also behaved quite intimately. Moreover... she looked almost identical to the eldest daughter. Even the servants in the mansion said it was undoubtedly the eldest daughter when they saw her..."

Hearing Yin Shuang's affirmative answer again, Song Yan finally couldn't help but stood up suddenly.

My head felt dizzy.

She tried to calm herself down and asked in a low voice.

"Prince...did you acknowledge her identity in public?"

No, not possible!

The eldest sister is dead.

An arrow pierced his heart and he fell off a cliff...

How could he possibly be alive?

Even if they are exactly the same, she is not necessarily the eldest sister...

Yin Shuang seemed to think for a moment after hearing this.

"That's not the case...but Miss...if she wasn't the eldest daughter, why would the prince ride with her in broad daylight?"

Even she knew that the prince was extremely clean when it came to sex. Apart from the eldest daughter, there wasn't a single other concubine in the mansion who...

This is also one of the reasons why the prince has become the person that the ladies in the capital most want to marry.

After all, no one wants a bunch of beautiful women in the backyard...

Therefore, apart from the Crown Princess who was married to the Crown Prince in a formal ceremony, he would definitely not ride with other women in such a high-profile manner.

Upon hearing this, Song Yan's grip on the sachet gradually tightened.

She knew that what Yin Shuang said... did make sense, but she still didn't want to believe it.

This dead person will never come back!

also.

Shouldn't come back.

And it was not until this moment that Song Yan had to admit that, actually... she was not as sure as she thought.

I am sure that the prince has no real feelings for his elder sister.

Because she has always kept a secret in her heart, which she has never told anyone.

That day when the prince was taking Chinese medicine... he called out to her face in bed with deep affection.

Evening...

Just one sound.

It made her very anxious.

It was only because her elder sister was dead that she could so calmly convince herself to forget everything.

because……

There was no need for her to compare herself with a dead person.

Moreover, if the prince loved his elder sister, how could he have the heart to shoot her with his own hands?

Song Yan bit her lip as she thought about it.

"Has Uncle Fu heard the news?"

Yin Shuang shook her head.

"This servant doesn't know, but the young lady knows that Uncle Fu doesn't approve of Aunt Wen letting you marry into Prince Huai's mansion without the Prime Minister's knowledge."

"That day, he had an argument with Concubine Wen. After being persuaded by the Second Young Master, he never asked about the young lady's marriage again. In fact, I have rarely seen him in the past few days."

Song Yan naturally knew Uncle Fu's attitude towards her marriage. Although he was a servant, he was the person her father trusted the most, and her father never treated him as a servant.

So even though he was so disrespectful, they could do nothing about it.

But at the moment.

She was about to get married and could not rashly go to Prince Huai's Mansion. The Princess of Huai had passed away and there was no mistress in the Mansion. As a woman and a concubine, it was not convenient for her to visit.

Only Uncle Fu... could go to Prince Huai's Mansion for her.

Confirm that person...

Is she the eldest sister?

Thinking of this, Song Yan immediately said to Yin Shuang.

"You must find Uncle Fu and tell him that the "eldest lady" has returned."

Uncle Fu always worried about his father's worries first. She believed that if he knew that his elder sister might still be alive, he would definitely take the initiative to go to Prince Huai's Mansion and find out without her saying anything...

"Yes, Miss, I will go right away..."

Yin Shuang quickly walked out of the room. Song Yan looked at her disappearing figure, but felt her feet go weak and she fell back into the chair.

why.

God is playing such a trick on her.

Let her do this to her when she is closest to happiness.

Even if that person is not the eldest sister... but just someone who looks like her.

But the fact that she could make the prince parade her through the streets so openly made her completely inferior.

If she is.

How should she face her...

Song Yan thought about it, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks, falling onto the embroidered sachet...