All the gentlemen who are attacked by the female queen are stunningly beautiful

He didn't even have time to take one last look at Nong Yue before he saw the carriage falling.

When he arrived at the edge of the cliff, the river was rolling and there was no trace of the car at all!

Nong Yue died, and his relationship with Xiang'er was severed...

That engagement contract was faked by Jiang Lan. How could he stay in Xuanyang Mansion and wait for Song Xiang to come back? Instead of waiting for her to come back and accuse him, it would be better to go back to the capital to prevent Xiang'er from getting tired of looking at him...

He stood in front of the cliff for a long time before Jiang Lan's people pulled him back, took him into the carriage and headed towards Rong Mansion.

Jiang Lantong sat on the carriage and said with a livid face: "Look at what you look like now?"

"If Song Xiang is really the princess of Changping, even the Weining Marquis Mansion will not allow Song Xiang to tarnish the reputation of the Marquis Mansion before he acknowledges his relatives!"

"Yan'er, I am doing all this for you and for His Majesty's face!"

"No matter how much you resent me, I will do this!"

Jiang Qingyan remained silent, his heart was in a state of confusion, and the scene of Nong Yue being killed by an arrow kept replaying in his mind!

Jiang Lan did not force him, and said with a bit of edge: "Although Nong Yue is dead, you have to find out the identities of the men in Song Xiang's back house!"

"I heard that there is a Mr. Wei who is the son of the former Minister of Household Affairs Wei Ruixue. Although your Majesty did not punish Wei Ruixue too much, she was involved in the case of embezzlement of grain and grass, and there are still some doubts about her. How about you and Mr. Wei? Let’s conduct an identity check so that His Majesty won’t be unhappy if he finds out about it in the future!”

Jiang Qingyan couldn't bear it and said: "Mother, your hand is too long!"

"The young masters in Song Xiang's backyard are inextricably related to Song Xiang. If you are really not afraid of Song Xiang's anger and are invincible against her, then you can take action!"

"However, please don't forget that the marriage contract between Hai'er and Song Xiang was fake and cannot be taken as real. Seriously, Hai'er is not Song Xiang's real husband!"

After Jiang Lan heard this, he asked Jiang Qingyan for a marriage contract: "Hand over your marriage certificate, and I will have it re-signed!"

Jiang Qingyan shook his head and said: "Mother, it's too late, it's too late. If you lose your trust again, what will your Majesty think? She will think that you did such a thing just to cling to the Marquis Weining Mansion. Not only that, when the time comes In the capital, Your Majesty will still suspect that you have my purpose on this trip, and she will definitely think that you have bad motives!"

"My mother has always been a pure minister to Your Majesty. My mother must not let everything she has done fall short because of Song Xiang's backyard!"

Jiang Lan thought for a long time before nodding and saying: "You saved Song Xiang's backyard for her, but what about you?"

"What do you think of your position as a legitimate husband and your reputation?"

Jiang Qingyan sneered indifferently: "With my current status, how can I be Song Xiang's husband? How can I still have the honor to see her?"

"Mother, I want to return to the capital! Didn't you tell me to go to Si Tiantai and replace the original supervisor?"

Jiang Lan was slightly startled: "Have you thought about it?"

"Although I had a lot of grudges against Song Xiang's identity, it would be a different matter if you were to marry into the Marquis of Weining!"

"Your Majesty owes a lot to His Highness Prince Ling, the second uncle of the Emperor. If he knew that Prince Ling's daughter had returned safely, he would definitely love her more than a princess!"

"If you marry Song Xiang now, your status in the future will definitely be extremely noble!"

Jiang Qingyan sneered: "Mother, what's the use of a child with that status?"

"My child only wants Xiang'er's heart. If she knew that my mother-in-law killed her noble servant, but I did nothing, how do you think she would treat me?"

"Mother, please let the child return to the capital. Staying here will only make the child more uncomfortable!"

Jiang Lan looked at his son's ecstasy expression before he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Then go back!"

"I'm waiting here for Song Xiang to come back!"

Jiang Qingyan asked uneasily: "Mother? Is there any news from Song Xiang?"

Jiang Lan thought about the letters he had received recently, and there was really nothing about Song Xiang's return!

The carriage arrived at Rong Mansion. Jiang Qingyan followed Jiang Lan down and entered the guest house where he was temporarily staying.

A maid presented an urgent message, which was delivered quickly from Puyang.

Jiang Lan took the letter, opened it and began to read the contents.

The more he read, the more his expression changed. After reading the letter, there was no color on Jiang Lan's face!

"Yan'er, something big happened, Song Xiang is dead!"

Jiang Qingyan was so frightened that he couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, he asked loudly: "Mother, what did you just say? Who died?"

Jiang Lan replied solemnly: "Song Xiang is dead!"

"I don't believe it!" Jiang Qingyan said angrily, "Mother, how could Song Xiang die!"

Jiang Lan explained: "Shen Yubai said that they were pulling the goods and were chased by Zhuang Luyu's minions. In order to save her, Song Xiang was cut in the arm and hit by an arrow in the back. When he arrived with the troops , Song Xiang jumped into the river and died!"

"Those garrison soldiers said that the river is a tributary of the Wujiang River. If someone falls into it, they will go down the river or be sucked into the whirlpool or mud!"

"No matter how desperate she is, there is no chance she will survive in the river!"

Jiang Qingyan was so frightened that he faintly said: "She won't die!"

He immediately used what he had learned in his life to calculate Song Xiang's life and death, but he couldn't figure it out.

After trying several methods and still being unable to determine, he slumped down in his chair.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan panicked and said, "If Song Xiang is really the princess of Changping, your majesty will definitely punish me if she dies!"

"Yan'er, what should I do?"

Jiang Qingyan said with despair: "If Mother is really afraid of Your Majesty's blame, she should go to Puyang Mansion to find Song Xiang!"

"It's fine if she's alive, but if she dies, there's nothing the child can do!"

"Obstacle!" Jiang Lan scolded, "You must have a solution! It's just that an outsider died, and you are so lifeless. How can you behave like this?"

"What good will it do to you if I die?"

Jiang Qingyan stood up, swaying: "If mother is willing to listen to the child, then go find Song Xiang!"

"The child has lost his soul now. He can't figure out Song Xiang's whereabouts, so he can only ask Master Wuchen for help!"

"The kid is leaving first!"

Jiang Lan stared at Jiang Qingyan's back fiercely and cursed: "Evil son, why did I give birth to such a thing that can't tell right from wrong!"

"Somebody come!"

A female envoy heard Jiang Lan's summons and hurried in: "What are your orders, sir?"

Jiang Lan walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote an urgent secret letter and handed it to the female envoy: "Send this letter to Puyang Mansion. Remember to hand it into Master Meng's hands personally. There is no room for error!"

"No matter what method you use, I must deliver the letter as quickly as possible!"

"Here! I obey your orders!"

After finishing this, Jiang Lan wrote carefully, then crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.

...

Longhua Temple, in a Zen room.