After the evil concubine is reborn, she just wants to abuse the scum

When Song Yanjun heard Song Zhenzhen's words, his heart softened slightly, and he smiled and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, sister, Miss He is gentle and kind. You will definitely get along well with each other. Let's not talk about it for now. Let's prepare the betrothal gift for my brother.

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Song Zhenzhen dug her fingers into her flesh, trying hard not to let her emotions leak out.

Gentle and kind?

The eldest brother is so sure of He Zhiyan's character. When did they meet?

"Brother is busy with work, let me help you."

Song Zhenzhen said with a sweet smile.

"No need." Song Yanjun shook his head without hesitation: "If I try to trick others, it would appear that I am too insincere. Zhen Zhen is also a woman, and she must hope that her future husband will value you and cherish her."

The smile on Song Zhenzhen's face was almost unbearable. Song Yanjun's words were more like a sharp arrow piercing her heart, causing dense pain.

She never looks forward to her future husband. The only person she wants to spend the rest of her life with is the person in front of her.

Song Zhenzhen hated all women who wanted to occupy Song Yanjun, but the relationship between brother and sister was a gap that she could not cross.

Song Yanjun didn't know what Song Zhenzhen was thinking, so after saying this, he asked her to go back quickly, and he turned around and left.

Looking at the figure slowly disappearing in front of her, Song Zhenzhen could no longer hide the ferocious look on her face.

Liuxiang walked to Song Zhenzhen's side, glanced at the study and whispered: "Miss, let's go back first."

As Song Zhenzhen's most trusted confidant, having served her since childhood, she naturally knew the deepest secrets in her master's heart.

Hearing Liu Xiang's voice, Song Zhenzhen came back to her senses, gritted her teeth and left.

He Xiong sent He Zhimiao to a nunnery overnight and asked her to become a nun, claiming to the outside world that she would die to prove her innocence.

And the boy who ruined He Zhimiao's innocence had been killed by him long ago. How could he, the royal censor, and the future Marquis of Wu'an, accept his daughter marrying a boy? This was simply throwing his face to the ground and trampling on him.

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If it weren't for the fact that He Zhimiao was his own flesh and blood, He Xiong would have wiped her neck and let her die cleanly.

That night, under He Zhimiao's mad commotion, He Xiong was knocked unconscious, tied up hand and foot, thrown into a carriage, and sent to a nunnery outside the capital. The servants who followed also carefully warned the master in the nunnery.

, this is an official lady who has made a big mistake, as long as she is spared her life and does not let her leave the nunnery even half a step.

He Xiong thought that Song Yanjun might be relieved of his anger when he learned the news of He Zhimiao's death. After all, he was sincere in his apology, but he didn't expect that he was stunned by Emperor Chengde's remarks the next morning when he went to court.

Already.

"He Aiqing, did you write this impeachment report against the Eighth Prince?"

When He Xiong heard this, he was immediately struck by thunder and looked up blankly at Emperor Cheng De.

"Formating cliques for personal gain, being corrupt and bending the law, aiding tyrants, robbing women of the people... Oh, it's hard for you to go to such trouble to list these crimes."

Emperor Cheng De's words floated into his ears, and it was like a few huge rocks hitting his head with a "clang", making him choked with fright and almost fainted.

thump--

He Xiong knelt down in the center of the hall in horror, and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, it is clear that I have not followed this rule."

Is he crazy? Knowing that the emperor loves the eighth prince, he still goes out of his way to impeach him.

Emperor Cheng De narrowed his eyes slightly and shot He Xiong with a sharp gaze. His voice was as deep as rolling thunder: "This is your handwriting and your seal. Are you telling me that it wasn't you? Do I look like a fool?"

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