When Song Qingshu heard the change in her tone, he knew something was wrong. Not to mention, after watching so many TV dramas in his past life, he was naturally on guard against melodramatic plots. He reached out and caught her sword again, not letting himself be injured by her.
"Little sister Nanxian, you've misunderstood." Song Qingshu was worried that she would take things too hard, quickly explaining, "I didn't kill your father."
Yelu Nanxian also woke up from her trance, realizing there was something fishy going on, "Fine, I'll listen to your explanation."
"Can you put down your sword first? It hasn't even been ten minutes and you've already stabbed me twice." Song Qingshu's gaze fell on the sword, asking helplessly.
Yelu Nanxian blushed, awkwardly letting go of the sword. Song Qingshu put the sword to the side, explaining, "The one who died wasn't your father, it was someone called Murong Jingyue."
"Murong Jingyue?" Yelu Nanxian was confused, she had never heard of this name before, looking at him in confusion.
Song Qingshu briefly explained the relationship between Murong Jingyue and himself, as well as Zhao Min and Icy Snow, then continued, "That day, he was kidnapped by Xue Yi's people. In the end, he led them to a secluded courtyard, where he suddenly attacked and injured Xue Yi's people. In his complacency, he spilled the beans, that's how we discovered his identity. If you don't believe me, you can take a look at his body, I had people preserve it."
"This … this is a bit unbelievable," Yelu Nanxian took a few steps back, muttering to herself, "In this world, is there really someone who can impersonate another person, and not even his family can tell?"
Song Qingshu knew it was hard for her to believe, but he was prepared, "Although it sounds like a fantasy, there really is such a disguise technique in this world, if you don't believe me, take a look …"
Yelu Nanxian raised her head and was shocked to see Yelu Hongji in front of her, jumping in fright: "Fatuous ruler!" Instinctively, she wanted to look for her sword. Song Qingshu was so frightened that he hurriedly explained, "Sister Nan Xian, calm down, it's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, Yelu Nanxian was bewildered, "Big … Big brother Song?"
At this time, Zhao Min also kicked Song Qingshu and said with disgust, "Take off this ghost mask. Otherwise, it's really weird to be in the same bed with you like this."
Song Qingshu laughed bitterly and hurriedly took off his mask, revealing his original appearance.
"There's really such a miraculous disguise technique in this world!" Yelu Nanxian was amazed, taking the mask from his hand and studying it, "Then where did the real Yelu Hongji go?"
"Of course he's dead," Song Qingshu paused, then added, "Murong Jingyue's ambition is very big, these years he has gathered a large group of people with wild ambitions, they cut off the Emperor's wings one by one. For example, the Imperial Palace Governor Yelu Qi, the Southern Courtyard King Xiao Feng, the Northern Manor Prime Minister Xiao Pidi, and so on. When the Emperor is truly alone, it's naturally his chance to usurp the throne, but he didn't expect me to snatch it away."
"Dead …" Yelu Nanxian stood there absent-mindedly, today's events were too much for her to digest.
"You can think about it carefully, in these two years, has your father changed from before?" Song Qingshu began to guide her to accept this fact.
"This …" Yelu Nanxian immediately fell silent. These two years, of course she had noticed the changes in her father, but she only thought it was the rise in power that had affected his temperament. Now that she knew about the disguise and carefully thought about what had happened, there were indeed many suspicious points.
"Do you still remember that time in Yangzhou, he used you as a shield in order to escape?" Song Qingshu continued to remind her. That time, it could be said that he had indirectly set the other party up with him, and that night of intimate contact.
Yelu Nanxian was obviously thinking the same thing as him, their eyes accidentally met and she hurriedly looked away, but then she quickly remembered that she had been used as a shield by her father, and her expression immediately darkened. From that time on, although nothing had happened between father and daughter on the surface, unknowingly, a deep estrangement had grown between them.
"I'm afraid it was after that that you were betrothed to the Western Xia Crown Prince, right?" At this time, Zhao Min also spoke, "No matter how good Murong Jingyue's disguise is, it is still a fake, it is difficult to deceive the people closest to him. In addition, what happened in Yangzhou made you suspicious, so he hurriedly betrothed you to another country."
"There's also the case of your brother's murder," Song Qingshu added, "I've recently looked through the files, in addition to the confessions of some of Murong Jingyue's subordinates, I'm afraid the person who killed him was Murong Jingyue. On one hand, he could get rid of those close to your father, and on the other hand, he could frame Yelu Qi and Xiao Ban He, saying that they were killed because they heard the two of them plotting a rebellion."
Yelu Nanxian's face became incomparably pale, in fact, she had been investigating the case of her brother's murder and had found many things, but she had never thought in that direction. Now that she suddenly found out the truth, she couldn't help but feel as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
"Then … then what about my real father?" Yelu Nanxian suddenly thought of a crucial question, she raised her head, her eyes full of hope.
Song Qingshu couldn't bear it, he knew that she was hoping for a miracle, but Murong Jingyue had disguised himself as Yelu Yixin and cut off his face to use as a mask, so naturally he wouldn't be able to live.
"Your father … has already passed away." Song Qingshu didn't tell her about the human-skin mask, that would be too cruel.
"Father ~" She had already prepared herself, but this result still made Yelu Nanxian heartbroken. Now that her brother was dead, her father was also dead, and her family was on the verge of destruction at any time, she felt that there was nothing more sorrowful than a broken heart.
"My condolences, Nanxian …" Song Qingshu also knew that it was useless to say anything at this time, but it was better to comfort her than not.
On the side, Zhao Min said in a strange tone: "Miss Yelu, don't be too sad, at least there's still Song Qingshu to accompany you."
As soon as these words came out, Yelu Nanxian was pulled out from her heartbroken state. She glared fiercely at Zhao Min: "I didn't think that the normally arrogant Princess Shao Min would be stealing someone else's man in the palace."
Zhao Min was also depressed, this matter was a knot in her heart, especially when she thought about when she met Zhou Zhiruo in the future, she was afraid that she would be mocked and ridiculed. Although she felt a bit guilty, she was never one to admit defeat. She retorted: "Why do you care about me, I'm not stealing your man."
Yelu Nanxian was also irritated because of the series of grievous news. Being provoked by Zhao Min like this, she couldn't help but blurt out: "Who said he's not my man? Qingshu, Yangzhou, didn't we already promise to marry each other?"
"Uh … this …" Song Qingshu also felt a headache. Even though the beauty had left early the next morning, he still had to take responsibility for what he had done, so he could only answer guiltily: "I will take responsibility for you."
Yelu Nanxian looked at Zhao Min provocatively: "Did you hear that? I'm the first to enter, call me big sister!"
Zhao Min: "…"
Song Qingshu: "…"
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