After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 471 Are You Hiding Something From Me?
The little girl is quite like a hedgehog on weekdays, she is obedient to those she likes, and will erect all her spines on those she doesn't like.

But today, she huddled into a ball, as fragile as if injured.

Tears wet the clothes on his chest, and the clothes were soaked and stuck to his warm skin.

Song Huai's palm slowly patted Shen Qianzhao's thin and slightly trembling shoulders, and his heart was also clenched into a ball. When the little girl in his arms calmed down a bit, he deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Azhao ,What happened?"

Shen Qianzhao raised her face from his arms to look at him, her wet eyes met his dark eyes with concern, she bit her lower lip, "Why did you come?"

Song Huai hadn't come to see her for a long time. Since she found out that Song Huai was behind the news in the city, she didn't go to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but she wanted Song Huai to come to herself to explain clearly.

But in the past few days, I didn't see that he had any plans to come to him at all, but I heard from Ruyilou's spies in the East Factory that he was very busy these few days cleaning up the stalls left by Song Yu.

There are many rumors that Song Huai will soon be the new governor.

Shen Qianzhao's eyes fell on Song Huai's face and examined carefully, wanting to see if he had the idea of ​​being the governor.

In the previous life, after Song Yu's death, Song Huai did not take over the position of governor, and, not long after, news of his death also came.

But Shen Qianzhao no longer knows whether those things will happen as usual.

In the previous life, when Song Yu died, he did not resign, and was still the governor of the East Factory.

But this time, Song Yu resigned.

During this time, did something special happen, which led to such a big change?
Song Huai's warm hand grasped Shen Qianzhao's somewhat cold little hand. Sensing the coolness in her palm, Song Huai couldn't help but squeezed her hand tightly, trying to spread some warmth to warm the cold little hand in his hand.

"Xie Linlai came to me and told me that something happened to you, I'm worried, so come and have a look."

He explained.

But Xie Lin didn't tell him what happened.

But since it is something that can affect the little girl's emotions, it must not be a trivial matter.

It's just that today, he can clearly feel that Xie Lin's attitude towards him has changed, and he seems a little dissatisfied.

The tone of speech is not as easy-going as usual.

Song Huai probably had some understanding of Xie Lin's temperament. It must not be for nothing that he is like this.

Song Huai just thought about it, and he knew why, but he didn't know, little girl, did he know it too.

But looking at the reaction of the little girl in front of her, she seemed to be unaware.

Shen Qianzhao was taken aback, so Song Huai came to him today because Xie Er went to him today.

Shen Qianzhao felt a little lost in his heart.

"Recently, it was discovered that my mother's empress did not die of illness, but was murdered by someone."

Song Huai was startled, and soon figured it out, could it be that she was in such a mood today.

Hearing Shen Qianzhao mention the former queen, Song Huai couldn't help but think of his biological mother, Su Yun.

Many people and many things seem to be unrelated, but if you look deeper, you will find that there is a link.

Song Huai could probably understand Shen Qianzhao's mood at the moment, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only pat her on the shoulder lightly again and asked, "Can you find out who is behind the plot?"

Shen Qianzhao's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Concubine Shu, Lu Xuehe."

The night outside was silent, but the candles in the hall were brightly lit.

No matter how hard Shen Qianzhao restrained the killing intent in his heart, Song Huai still felt a murderous aura from her.

She didn't want Song Huai to feel that she was a bloodthirsty person, just like, she didn't want her father and brother who had always spoiled her to know what she had been doing all along.

People always have things to care about.

Even though it has been a thousand years, Shen Qianzhao still wants to leave a good impression in the eyes of those who care about her.

Not a ruthless executioner.

Song Huai patted her shoulder reassuringly, "Have you thought about what to do?"

The little girl is smart, she understands most things thoroughly, and has her own opinions on what happens to her.

She must have thought of a solution to this matter.

Unexpectedly by Song Huai, Shen Qianzhao shook his head, "No, in the past ten years, people in the palace have come and gone, and it is too difficult to find out what happened back then."

If Xie Er hadn't stopped him today, I'm afraid that on impulse, he would have killed the only Nanny Zhang who seemed to know the truth at the moment.

After that, there was really no proof, and there was no way to investigate.

Song Huairuo was thoughtful, indeed, more than ten years have passed since the incident, and Shen Qianzhao wanted to re-investigate, so he had to find out who knew or was involved in the incident.

But there are so many changes, it's almost like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Even if the little girl has a wishful building, if she wants to investigate the affairs of the palace, the wishful building can't help at all.

Song Huai's eyes darkened slightly, "If you find anyone who needs my help, just let me know."

Hearing this, Shen Qianzhao raised his small face, his eyes were a little complicated, looking at Song Huai, his originally red eyes, at this moment, stained her with an expression of grievance even though she didn't speak.

"When did I tell you everything?"

Song Huai's thin lips curved slightly, "It's always."

Shen Qianzhao couldn't help clenching her fingertips, and the wound on her palm felt pain. She stared at Song Huai closely, "But if I can't find you, how can I tell you?"

Shen Qianzhao suddenly said such a sentence, which made Song Huaixin jump hard.

In an instant, her gaze returned to its usual clear appearance, but Song Huai's heart was turbulent.

He was a little flustered, the little girl's eyes seemed to see through his own thoughts.

Facing Shen Qianzhao's gaze, Song Huai pursed his thin lips tightly, "Why do you ask such a question?"

Shen Qianzhao's heart is as delicate as silk, not to mention paying special attention to Song Huai.

How could it be possible to hide Song Huai's strangeness.

She smiled, "It's just a nightmare."

Song Huaideng secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

But before he could say anything, Shen Qianzhao asked again,
"So, will you let me find it?"

Her white and slightly cool fingers clinged to the skirt of Song Huai's collar, and her reddish eyes looked at Song Huai with unfinished tears.

It was as if an invisible hand was grabbing Song Huai's heart.

His heart was unusually calm.

Facing Shen Qianzhao's gaze, Song Huai moved his lips, but didn't say a word for a while.

He couldn't answer.

Shen Qianzhao's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

She gently climbed Song Huai's neck with her fingertips, burrowed into his arms firmly, rested her chin on his broad shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, "Song Huai, do you have something to hide from me?"

Song Huai's body was stiff, and he didn't want to lie to her, so he replied, "Yes."

Shen Qianzhao's fingertips tightened slightly, and the heart that had sunk to the bottom of the valley began to be excited again.
　There are two more when I wake up tomorrow...

　　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)