The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 597 You and Su Yatou Work Hard

The queen mother sighed slightly, "Now that the truth is out, you go back and accompany Su Yatou for me, the Ai family wronged her."

"Don't worry, Grandmother, she didn't take this matter to heart. She taught her grandson how to massage you today."

"It's hard for her to hold no grudge."

"Grandmother, grandson still has a case to deal with, so please rest well."

The Queen Mother nodded, "Go and do your work."

Seeing Jun Qinghan leave, the Queen Mother ordered again, "You and Su Yatou work hard, Ai's family wants to embrace their great-grandson as soon as possible."

"The grandson will."

Not long after Jun Qinghan arrived at Dali Temple, he received a message from Jun Qingchen, and at dusk, he rushed to the Eight Princes' Mansion.

Evening, twilight four together.

When Jun Qinghan came to the mansion, Jun Qingchen was drinking alone.

Seeing Jun Qinghan, he hurriedly put down the flagon in his hand and went up to him, "Fourth brother."

"What happened?"

"Xueyang is from the Wen family in Southern Xinjiang."

"I know."

Jun Qingchen was surprised, "You knew this earlier?"

Jun Qinghan nodded, "Father knows about this?"

Jun Qingchen nodded, gray eyes flashed across his eyes, "Father called me into the palace today, gave me poisoned wine, and asked me to kill Xueyang..."

"Then, you made him mad?"

Jun Qingchen nodded slowly, "If you change the fourth brother in this matter, will you agree to let the fourth sister-in-law die?"

"will not."

"That's it, I don't agree, my father was furious, and then I was stunned." Jun Qingchen sighed.

"How are you going to solve it?"

Jun Qingchen shook his head, "Father is determined to kill Xueyang, what can I do, big deal... big deal, I don't want this prince anymore, why don't I take Xueyang away?"

He was a little drunk when he spoke.

"When you said this, did you think about your mother?" Jun Qinghan frowned.

"Fourth brother, what do you think I should do?" Jun Qingchen had a painful expression on his face, "It is absolutely impossible for me to watch Xue Yang die."

Jun Qinghan was silent and looked at him quietly.

"Fourth brother, I feel uncomfortable. This feeling is very rude. I can't even protect my own wife and children. I am so useless..." Jun Qingchen shook his head, then laughed, "I came here today to I asked you to help me find a way, but you are still using the identity of Murong, how can you help me? Fourth brother, accompany me to have a drink, drink him to get drunk!"

"Okay." Jun Qinghan didn't refuse, and sat down.

"Drink, let's drink!" Jun Qingchen said and ordered the housekeeper to bring two jars of wine and several dishes.

After taking a few mouthfuls, he dropped his chopsticks in frustration, "It's so unpalatable, I want to eat Zuiyuelou's signature dish, hurry up and buy it for me!"

Jun Qinghan: "..."

The housekeeper didn't dare to delay, and went out of the mansion to visit Zuiyue Tower in person.

When his master is drunk, it's really scary!
After eating the food at Zuiyuelou, Jun Qingchen was extremely satisfied, and unknowingly drank too much wine, and his body wobbled.

"Fourth brother, let's continue drinking, drink..." Jun Qingchen held up the jug, but he couldn't hold it steady, and fell to the ground, and he also fell on the table.

"Yanger, Yanger..." Jun Qingchen was drunk, lying on the table and calling Xueyang's name constantly.

Jun Qinghan saw that he was drunk to a dead pig, unconscious, and called the housekeeper, "The Eighth Prince is drunk, you help him down, and drink some hangover soup. When he wakes up tomorrow, if he doesn't run away anymore, let him go He went to find me in the Marquis of Yong'an."

"Yes, Young Lord Murong."

Seeing a few servants helping the drunk Jun Qingchen in, Xue Yang hurriedly got up to greet him, "Why did Ba Ye drink like this?"

"Young Master Murong came just now, and the Eighth Prince drank a few more glasses." The housekeeper explained.

"I see, you put him down and prepare the hangover soup."

"Yes."

Jun Qingchen half-opened his drunken eyes, watching Xue Yang hugging him, "Yang'er."

"I'm here."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Jun Qingchen hugged him tightly, as if he didn't feel safe.

Xue Yang hurriedly avoided, "Ah Chen, be careful with the child."

As if a nerve had been touched, Jun Qingchen let go of Xueyang a little, but she was still whispering her name.

Soon, the butler brought over the hangover soup, and after Xueyang poured it down for Jun Qingchen, he ordered his servants to fetch hot water to wipe his body.

"Yang'er..." Jun Qingchen slept restlessly.

"I'm here." Xueyang responded to him over and over again.

"Father, I beg you, don't kill her..."

Xue Yang paused slightly when she twisted the handkerchief when she heard this.

"Father, my son can give up everything, I would rather... I would rather be a commoner than you to kill Yang'er..."

"Royal father, I don't want this poisoned wine minister, if you want to kill her, kill my minister first..."

"Pa-ta..." Xue Yang's heart skipped a beat, and the handkerchief in her hand suddenly fell into the copper basin, splashing water.

Suddenly, her heart seemed to be seized by someone, and she was a little breathless.

Emperor Xing really couldn't tolerate her.

"Father, I can't do without Yang'er..." Jun Qingchen frowned in pain.

Xue Yang turned her eyes to look, feeling distressed in her heart, "Ah Chen..."

Sitting in front of the couch for a long time, she twisted the veil again and wiped Jun Qingchen's body.

It seemed that he felt better, or that the hangover soup had played a role. Jun Qingchen stopped talking and slept peacefully.

Xueyang lay beside him, looking at his sleeping face for a long time.

How could she let him give up the throne and everything he had because of her?
This is too selfish.

Since Emperor Xing couldn't tolerate her, she just left, so as not to embarrass him.

Thinking of this, her heart felt sour, she couldn't help rubbing against the man's arms, she was reluctant.

After getting along with each other for several months, now Jun Qingchen has become her closest person, and she has unconsciously become dependent on him.

It's like something has taken root in my heart, and if it is pulled out suddenly, it will be bloody and painful.

When the sky was getting dark, Xue Yang was reluctant to get up from Jun Qingchen's arms.

Seeing Jun Qingchen sleeping soundly, her heart ached.

She leaned over slightly, placed a kiss on his lips, took some money and left the house.

Because she hadn't slept all night, she was extremely tired at this time, and coupled with her pregnancy, her whole body was deeply tired.

After buying the carriage and saluting, looking at the bustling Zhuque Street, she didn't know where she was going.

In the imperial capital, Jun Qingchen is her reliance and her destination. Without him, where else can she go now?

Now she is the only one left in the Wen family in Southern Xinjiang, there is no place for her in the world.

Xueyang smiled bitterly, looking at the ranking of Xueying in her arms, she couldn't help but ask, "Sister, where do you think Yang'er is going now?"

Wandering on Suzaku Street for a long time, Xue Yang lifted the curtain of the car with her hands, and finally looked in the direction of the Eight Princes' Mansion, with tears in her eyes.

Dust, goodbye.

(End of this chapter)