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Chapter 1027 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (149)



Chapter 1027 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (149)

Chapter 1027 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (One Hundred and Forty-nine)

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Song was stunned for a moment, then knelt and said, "Your Majesty, you have shown me great favor. I am deeply apprehensive. I have failed to raise my daughter properly, which has led to many problems. However, Your Majesty is so kind and compassionate that I feel deeply ashamed. When my daughter returns home, I will teach her strictly and ensure that she adheres to the rules of propriety."

The emperor smiled and offered a hand to support him. "My dear minister, please rise quickly. I know you are a loyal and devoted minister, and my late wife was also a virtuous woman, leaving behind a pair of children of excellent character. I heard that the second Miss Song has been unwell in Huangjue Temple, suffering from a cold that has not been cured. Her body, which is always precious, must be carefully cared for so that she can recover quickly."

It should be noted that the Emperor's mind is as clear as a mirror, and he knows full well that Song Qingting is with Zhao Lan. His mention of Huangjue Temple today is intended to inform Prime Minister Song that his second daughter is still in seclusion in the temple, and that the hostage in Fengli County is merely an imposter.

He also said she had caught a cold, a seemingly innocuous illness that actually held a deeper meaning. The emperor hinted to Prime Minister Song that a single illness could completely erase Song Qingting's status as the Prime Minister's daughter, obliterating all her past.

After Prime Minister Song told his family the emperor's intention, Qingli and her brother and sister-in-law naturally remained silent.

Song Chen started crying at this moment, pretending to be a loving mother, and complained that Prime Minister Song was cruel and didn't care about his own daughter's life or death.

"My poor Ting'er, I'm useless and can't save you! It's a pity that you haven't even reached marriage yet, and you've already suffered such a disaster. How can I live like this? Master, you can't do this! What am I going to do in the future?"

Qingli whispered, "Madam, you are so dissatisfied, are you trying to disobey my order?"

Disobey the order?

How could Song Chen dare to do that? She didn't dare to offend the emperor.

Her crying became weaker.

"Miss, you really don't care about your sister. She's your own sister. You can't be so cruel and heartless."

Qingli was speechless. She replied, "It's Qingli's fault. I underestimated Madam. I didn't expect that Madam would rather disobey the imperial order and share life and death with her for her sister. She was willing to give up the dignity of a noble lady and go north to find her daughter herself."

Going north?

Why did she go north?

Song Chen waved her hand and said, "I, I didn't say that."

"Madam, are you unwilling to remain anonymous and personally bring your sister back? She is your own flesh and blood, born after ten months of pregnancy. How could you be so cruel as not to bring her back?

Madam, don't worry. Although my sister can no longer walk in the world as the daughter of the Prime Minister, with you as her loving mother, my sister's future life will not be bad. "How could he mock her!

Song Chen was very upset. She hesitated for a long time but refused to respond.

How could she leave the Prime Minister's residence? The days of luxury were over, and she was forced to live in the open air and wander around.

There's a war going on in the north! It's not like she's tired of living!

Qingli couldn't stand Song Chen's hypocrisy. She hadn't seen Song Chen worry about her daughter these days. She was crying now. Wasn't she just trying to make Prime Minister Song feel sorry for her and promise her benefits?

Everything in the Song family belongs to her and her brother, and she is not happy with her father using those benefits to appease the stepmother.

And she also said that she was cruel. No matter how ruthless she was to Song Qingting, she had her reasons. How could Song Chen still have the nerve to blame her?

Cheng Ya stood beside Song Lingji, lowering her head for fear of laughing out loud.

Song Lingji quietly squeezed his wife's hand, signaling her to quickly control her expression. "It's settled. Ting'er will be back in three days. Her cold hasn't been cured for a long time, and I'm afraid it will shorten her lifespan. I will send a few skilled doctors to treat her."

Prime Minister Song frowned and asked someone to help the stepmother go downstairs to rest.

Song Chen had a gloomy face and stopped making trouble.

It was also because of the emperor's decree that after Prime Minister Song welcomed his youngest daughter back from Huangjue Temple, Qingli wanted to see Song Qingting's current situation. After all, even if she came back now, she no longer had the identity of the Prime Minister's daughter.

Seeing how frustrated Song Qingting was being tortured by Zhao Lan, Qingli couldn't help but sigh:

Song Qingting is really courting death. She can turn her identity as the legitimate daughter of the prime minister into a prisoner and hostage of the rebels. She is a talented person.

However, she was not worried that Zhao Lan would be able to find Guo Youbai, because the original owner in the previous life admired women like Guo Youbai very much. The two of them had a good chat in private and knew Guo Youbai's past quite well.

At the very least, Guo Youbai's adoptive mother, the woman who bought the girl, moved twice with Guo Youbai and had long since left her hometown.

The Guo Youbai that Song Qingting saw was the Guo Youbai who had returned to the Guo family and been carefully educated for three months. Compared with now, he was definitely very different.

There is also a key point that makes Qingli certain that Zhao Lan's people cannot find Guo Youbai.


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