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The winter moon in these ten years was the third year Song Qingyu had married into the Duke Palaces. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the entire mansion was shrouded in icy cold.

It was just like when she had come back from the countryside. Her face and throat had been ruined. He even had to give up his marriage contract to his little sister's despair.

Song Qingyu's fingertips touched the snow and ice, it was so cold that blood flowed out from between his fingers. After kneeling for an entire night, that person still hadn't come out to listen to what she had to say.

He had clearly said that he trusted her in everything. It didn't matter if she was ugly or beautiful or deaf or dumb.

Why has he changed since he became Prince Yu?

Why would he believe anything Song Yiyan said?

She stubbornly stared up at the door of the study. He could accept the letter of rest, or even die, but he absolutely could not accept that he had been wronged in vain.

What in the world stopped you from seeing me for the entire night? Do you really not care about the cold?

At that moment, footsteps came from the nearby veranda. Song Yiyan took beautiful little steps and slowly walked over. He sneered in his heart: That ugly bastard was still kneeling there. His life was pretty tough, and he didn't freeze her to death on this freezing night. However, she wouldn't be able to live much longer.

Thinking about it, Song Yiyan laughed happily. It was as if there was a great happy occasion. She was in an extremely good mood as she slowly approached Song Qingyu, "Big sister, is it so hard to admit your crime? If you accept, then you can leave. "

"I want to see His Royal Highness."

Hearing that, Song Yiyan laughed, it was a beautiful smile.

"Good elder sister, you're really stupid, just like your lucky mother."

Mentioning Song Qingyu's mother, Song Qingyu opened his eyes wide and stared at her. What did this have to do with her mother, who had passed away when she was two years old?

What did Song Yiyan know?

"Your mother, oh, you still have a younger brother. After all, he was in your mother's womb. Like you, they died knowing it. "

"What did you say!" Song Qingyu grabbed her clothes in shock, blood seeping through her fingers.

"Do you know how your mother died?" Song Yiyan's smile became wider, and he was not afraid to tell her the truth, following that he used the Kernels to cover his mouth and laughed lightly, and spoke, "The staff is dead. A stick, a stick, she didn't even cry out in pain. It's just that she's begging, pulling my mother's clothes, begging her to spare your life. So pitiful. "

Impossible. My mother died of illness.

Impossible. When my mother died, my father hadn't married a new wife yet.

But Song Yiyan was only one year younger than him.

Song Qingyu was so suppressed by the truth that she almost gasped for breath.

Shen Jingting! It was actually Shen Jingting who killed her own mother! He even called her his mother. He called out to his mother's murderer!

"By the way, there's something you can't think of. That's right, when your mother died, she still kept on calling out her father's name, wanting him to come and save her. After all, Father was outside. I'm waiting for her to die. She's still not dead, so let's hold our breath. "

Song Yiyan said as he pulled Song Qingyu's hand in disgust.

Liar, it must be a lie. Song Qingyu bit his lower lip to hold back his tears. These people, these close ones! I was left in the countryside for fourteen years to grow up, to ruin my face, to give up the marriage to my sister in exchange for this truth!

Then what did my mother do wrong? What did my innocent little brother do wrong?!

"Alright, I'm done. You're about to leave, too. Don't scare the crown prince in my stomach." Song Yiyan covered his face and chuckled lightly, "Elder sister, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you've taken the poison for three years.

You ate poison for three years? Suicide out of guilt! Song Qingyu opened his eyes wide. Such a good plan, such a good plan!

"You killed my mother, killed my family, and destroyed everything for me. "Why are you still able to live so peacefully, and why are you still able to smile happily, have any of you ever thought about it before?"

"Heart?" Song Yiyan coldly snorted, "What is a heart, is it more important than the grace and power of your highness? You're really stupid! " Unconsciously, he turned his head to glance at Song Qingyu, his eyes blinking because of the bright light.

"Song Qingyu, what are you doing!"

Song Qingyu suddenly pulled out the hairpin, wishing that he could tear the person in front of him into ten thousand pieces. His hands were extremely fast, and the moment Song Yiyan turned around, he wanted to stab the hairpin into Song Yiyan's heart.

The moment she got up, she found her whole body frozen solid. She fiercely pushed it away and fell into the ice-cold snow in a sorry state. It fell to the ground like a withered red plum. It was painful enough to suffocate her.

The door creaked.

With a blood-curdling scream, Song Yiyan suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his stomach with a face full of fear.

"Song Qingyu, what did you do?!"

Zuo Linyu's furious voice came out.

Song Qingyu still did not know what exactly had happened. He only saw Song Yiyan painfully begging himself, "Big sister, I'm already planning to beg for mercy from the Prince, why can't you let my child go?"

Song Qingyu was so angry her body was trembling, she did not touch Song Yiyan at all.

Song Qingyu immediately looked at the cold husband and explained, "I didn't ?"

A slap flew over. It blocked Song Qingyu's words from coming out of his mouth.

"Throw this slut out of the manor."

Song Qingyu was slapped to the ground, as he looked at Zuo Linyu unhappily, "It's not me!"

"Hurry and pull her out!"

The two servants came and dragged Song Qingyu away. Song Qingyu begged tenaciously and pulled at the corner of his clothes, "Your Highness, you said you would believe me. "I really didn't ?"

"This King trusts you?" How did you repay This King? Hm? Let you steal the token, what about you? It was more than enough! "Trash!"

"But I've taken down Changxi, broken through the Southern Yao Mountain Gate Formation, and recaptured Yanbei City ?" As Song Qingyu spoke, he suddenly hesitated, as if he had thought of something, and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief, "Could it be that for so long, I am actually a chess piece for the Duke?"

"You are not worthy."

The gentleness of the past three years was fake, and the family love of the Song Family was fake.

He watched as his husband held his sister up in his arms.

The shocking truth stabbed at her heart.

"A group of trash aren't even calling a doctor! If something happens, none of you will escape. "

In the end, Song Qingyu was still forced out, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain all over his body.

It hurt so much. It was as if someone had cut into his internal organs. The pain was excruciating. Fresh blood flowed out from his mouth like a bright red plum drawing a beautiful picture on his clean clothes.

Song Qingyu didn't know what was going on, but the pain of death was torturing her. The poison had flared up, even Hua Tuo couldn't save her life.

"The wangfei said, hurry up and throw her into the dry well, just say she committed suicide out of guilt. Your highness won't ask. "

Song Qingyu's fingertip pinched the center of his heart. Why did she want to die, but they were still alive and well. Even if I'm a human or a ghost, I won't let you off!

The Song Residence had killed her, and the Wang Residence had destroyed her heart. Song Qingyu dispersed with the winter snow, carrying a continuous stream of unwillingness and hatred. It was like winter had come and gone, and she was gone.

The first day of winter and moon in seven years.

Snow began to fall and pile up on top of the snow in the yard. The shabby rooms couldn't withstand the cold wind. With a bang, the windows were blown open and made a sound.

A gust of cold wind followed.

Pain.

As if something was about to tear Song Qingyu into pieces, Song Qingyu's eyes quivered as she struggled desperately. The scenes of his mother's death, his father's cold blood, Song Yiyan's viciousness, Zuo Linyu's heartlessness, all flashed back and forth in Song Qingyu's mind.

"An ugly bastard like that deserves to die!"

"She's as lowly as her mother."

Why would I be the one to die? You guys killed my mother and destroyed everything I do, Song Qingyu struggled in his dreams, wanting to strangle this group of evil people.