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Song Yiyan cried until her voice was hoarse, anyone who heard it would not be able to resist persuading her.

Zuo Ruping's brow creased. She squatted down and looked at the corpse, feeling as if something had cut off her heart. Clenching his fists, he guessed there must be a reason.

How could a living person disappear like this?

Song Qingyu had always been smart. How could he have become a corpse.

He had tens of thousands of questions in his heart that caused him to have difficulty breathing.

In the end, he finally put down the white cloth, looking somewhat exhausted.

Insensibly, it tacitly acknowledged that Song Qingyu was dead.

In reality, aside from that moment of pain from before, she had quickly recovered. He knew clearly that Song Qingyu's death was not by chance, but since he was already dead, he would not go and make life difficult for the government for the sake of the dead.

He thought more about how once Song Qing died, he would have to marry Song Yiyan. Even if Song Qingyu's death had something to do with her. A living person was always more useful than a dead person.

He glanced at Song Yiyan and advised, "Don't cry, take Ah Yu back first."

"My lord, I cannot go back. I am afraid that I have caused the death of my eldest sister. I don't dare to go back. "

Song Yiyan took the blame on herself, making herself seem more pitiful.

Zuo Yuanyu pulled her up, "Calm down. No one here will blame you."

Song Yiyan's tears were blurry as she looked at Zuo Linyu. She sobbed as she pulled on the corner of his shirt and moved closer to her.

"Big Sis came here to ask for the peace talisman, how did this happen?"

Zuo Linyu was overly sorrowful, so she helplessly patted her shoulder. "No one can say for sure about matters of fate. This prince will accompany you." He is This King's fiancee, This King will personally mourn her. "

Song Yiyan nodded.

Only then did the group pass by.

When the Song Residence received the news, it was as if the entire Song Residence had been covered by a layer of sand. The entire Song Residence remained silent.

On the previous holiday, Song Zhentian did not dare to tell the madame about the funeral, and Song Qingyu was also the culprit. After receiving the news, Song Zhentian waited at the entrance.

They had indeed seen King Yu's carriage from far away.

Suddenly, he felt a lot more dispirited. Song Zhentian did not feel much sadness. The moment Song Yiyan got off King Yu's carriage, he felt a little gratified in his heart.

Fortunately, he had a daughter.

Song Zhentian thought.

Song Yiyan kneeled down from a distance, and the tears that she had been crying started to flow again. He walked forward on his knees, step by step.

"Dad, it's my daughter who didn't take good care of Big Sis."

Song Zhentian sighed and helped Song Yiyan up, "I've heard it all, it's not your fault."

As he said this, he turned to see Zuo Linyu slowly alighting from the carriage. She bowed and said, "Greetings, Prince Yu."

Zuo Linyu didn't say anything. She silently turned her head to look at the guards carrying the two corpses from the house to the Song Manor. At this time, the corners of his mouth were aggrieved and he couldn't make a sound.

Mu Yu followed behind him and bowed. His face was full of sorrow. "Uncle Song, I am sorry for the loss."

Song Zhentian nodded, he did not notice who this unfamiliar lady was.

The Song Manor servant took it.

The two of them moved to the lobby.

When Zuo Linyu was invited into the mansion, she immediately closed the doors to the mansion.

"It was also because my daughter did not have the fortune to marry into the prince's mansion and serve the prince." Song Zhentian sighed a few times as he glanced at Zuo Linyu's reaction. He wanted to bring up Song Yiyan.

Song Yunjiu hurried over from the right side of the hall. With a pale face, he hurried over and met everyone in front of the hall. It interrupted Song Zhentian's thoughts.

"Dad, I heard elder sister …"

Song Yunjiu did not finish.

Song Zhentian saw that Song Yunji was dressed in simple and unadorned clothes. Furthermore, she was born from a concubine, so he came here to make a ruckus, and it was truly embarrassing for the Song Family. He snapped, "Who told you to come out? Go back to the room immediately."

Song Yunfeng's mind was filled with the news of Song Qingyu's death. He did not pay any attention to Song Zhentian's words as he asked in a low but firm voice, "Where is Big Sis?"

She couldn't believe that Song Qingyu would die.

At this time, the Tian family was also supported out by Song Shu.

The Tian clan wasn't as chaotic as Song Yunjiu's. While they were worried, they pulled Song Shuang along as they bowed to Zuo Linyu. "Greetings, King Yu. Greetings, Old Master."

With so many people, even Song Zhentian could not take them into consideration.

When Song Yunjiu saw the corpse, he felt uneasy. He silently thought that it was impossible, but in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed forward. Quickly, he opened up a crack on the white cloth.

Just as Song Shu glanced over, her face turned white with fright from the scene of flesh and blood. She asked in disbelief, "Is this elder sister?"

Everyone was terrified. Some of the young maids didn't even dare to look at them. Song Yiyan quickly pushed him away and scolded, "Third sister, you're already like that, are you still going to disturb me?"

Song Yunfeng's hands trembled slightly, and he could not utter a single word, as he was obviously shocked by the sight of the dead man. He turned and held Song Yiyan's hand, and asked urgently: "How do you know that this belongs to Big Sis? What if Big Sis is fine? "

Song Yiyan was extremely sure that it was Song Qingyu, and she was very calm when she heard his doubts, "There weren't many people walking up the mountain by the small path today, and I remember that Big Sis was wearing these clothes this morning."

"What is it?" Song Yunji's face was deathly pale as a sheet. He sat down on the ground powerlessly. But it was all right. How did Big Sis fall down the cliff, was it you? " Song Yunji could not help but blurt out.

Everyone was stunned. Song Yiyan was the biggest suspect, but no one dared to doubt her.

Feeling the glances from the crowd, Song Yiyan's face turned pale. She hid her smile and said, "Why would I harm big sister? Third sister, you are confused."

Mu Yu also cooperated with Song Yiyan, "Yes, you did misunderstand. "I know it's hard to accept the fact that Sister Yu died, but I still can't come back to life. Please restrain your grief."

Mu? Why are you here? Song Yunjiu's mouth turned cold, "Stop putting on an act here. I am very clear on Big Sis's ability. If there were no one who would stop her, Big Sis would not have gotten into trouble at all. "

"Alright."

Song Zhentian also suspected that it was Lady Shen's doing. He never mentioned that it was because even Song Yiyan could not be her. Having been brought up by Song Yunji, he glared icily at him, interrupting her words.

"Go back to your room immediately. You don't have the right to speak here."

After being glared at by Song Zhentian, Song Yunque's entire body trembled slightly, but he still resolutely lifted his gaze to look at Song Zhentian.

After Fang Fu died, Song Qing Yu became Song Yunjiu's only support. Now that Song Yunji thought that Song Qingyu had died, he fell into a deep despair. His consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

He thought to himself: They were the ones who killed the aunt, and the ones who killed the elder sister.

She could not help but clench her fist, "I want to know how elder sister died. I can't let the wicked continue to do evil. I can't let my elder sister cry for injustice and leave! "Father, this matter should be left to the Divine Policy Camp to investigate."