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His cold tone was bone-piercing, but it carried a seriousness that could not be refused.

The person who spoke, was Song Chongjing.

Not far away, Xi Mengge heard and suddenly raised her head, revealing a look of disbelief at Song Chongjing.

"Which hand did you use to push her?"

Song Chongjing ignored her astonishment, and only slowly sat up, his eyes instantly turning ice cold. "Left hand, or right hand?"

"No …" "Your highness, I, your subject's only …"

When Xi Mengge heard this, he felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, she immediately retreated in panic, her face instantly turning pale white. "This subject did not do it on purpose, I beg of you, please forgive me, I beg you …"

After saying that, she slammed her forehead against the ground. She had used a lot of strength, causing blood to spray out from her forehead. Accompanied by her tears, it was as if she was crying.

Looking at how it was, even Song Qian revealed a slight expression of retreat, and said: "Royal Uncle, is your attack too heavy?"

However, Song Chongjing remained unmoved. He did not show any expression on his face, and only spat out two words, "Serves you right."

Xi Mengyao watched by the side, but she was not afraid. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that the Prince Jing was just trying to vent his anger on Xi Mengge.

Wait, why didn't he find me?

She was a little doubtful, without much time to think, Xi Mengge who was at the side cried until she was out of breath, she only wished that the Prime Minister was not by her side to protect her.

"Or ask her."

Song Chongjing also stopped at this time, and raised his head to look at Xi Mengyao.

Xi Mengge couldn't care about anything else, she immediately kowtowed to Xi Mengyao. She never thought that she would only want to destroy her might, but the situation had escalated to such a serious stage.

"She is my sister after all. Prince, forget it."

Xi Mengyao became the center of attention. She thought for a while, then coughed and said.

It was not because she had such a broad heart, but rather, she felt that it was better to have less troubles than more. Since Xi Mengge had not yet murdered all of her life, she should not kill all of them.

However, these words were heard by Xi Mengge even more ear-piercing, and almost made her feel even more resentful towards Xi Mengyao, as if she was ridiculing him. She clenched her fists tightly as she hatefully thought about how long it would be in the future.

"Alright."

Seemingly not expecting Xi Mengyao to let her go so easily, Song Chongjing shot her a glance, as if she was trying to ruin the mood, "It's hard to escape from death, come to the Duke's Mansion and claim the ten plates for yourself, this matter shall be settled."

On top of that, the young miss's skin and flesh was tender, but Xi Mengge did not dare talk back, and could only mutter in agreement.

A good trip to the end with this kind of end result, Xi Mengyao was also very disappointed. She turned her head and was about to leave, but she didn't expect that the one who called her would still be Song Qian.

"Today …"

He opened his mouth, as if ashamed and indignant, and managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Thank you very much."

Xi Mengge was startled, then she laughed and made a face at him: "Alright, Your Highness, I will definitely not say anything."

With that, he left.

She did not notice that Xi Mengge, who was behind her, was looking at her with eyes filled with deep hatred, while Song Chongjing was patting the side of his face.

He had actually woken up long ago, when she pinched his face and said to him, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to throw you into the river to feed the fishes."

He just didn't want to open his eyes because he really couldn't help laughing. This girl was truly rare. He really did like her character a bit.

A faint smile that seemed to be between laughter and nothing blossomed on the cold face of the Prince Jing Lord.