King Xin was so angry that he had snot and tears, which was exchanged for Emperor Chu's guarantee. He was satisfied with leaving the palace with Song Zhiyuan.

"As for speaking, I have to thank the grandma and young master of the family, otherwise I will send the black hair to another person. Song Xiang, I am embarrassed, so I will not come to the door to thank you in person, so I will not make it difficult for you to be a human being." Xin Wang said bitterly.

Song Zhiyuan: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level Buddhist temple. Her mother believes in Buddhism and she will do her best to save her. The little prince is blessed and has a great life. If she is not led by others, she will always be safe in the future."

King Xin heard the implication of his words, and felt even bitter in his heart: "In fact, Daxia has been destroyed for decades, and we have already accepted reality. By his generation, it has changed a lot. The Xia family is just a little better than ordinary common people. In fact, as long as it can last, even if it becomes a commoner, it will be spared."

Isn’t they just to survive?

"The emperor has something right. As long as Xia is at peace, he will not be able to withstand it. The emperor has this little bit of stomach. I can rest assured that I believe in the king."

When King Xin heard this, he completely let go of his heart. After all, Song Zhiyuan was the closest and trusted minister of the emperor, and his words were more trustworthy than anyone else.

"In this way, I'm relieved."

Song Zhiyuan paused and said, "Actually, Prince, you are not worried about whether the emperor will attack the Xia family, but rather worry about the unrest. In order to restore the Xia country, those people have become obsessed with resentment. This is just the beginning."

King Xin's face turned green.

"I understand what the Prime Minister of Song said, but I still said the same thing. Only Princess Chongyang is the orthodox prince of the former princess Yong, and the rest are all pretending to be a rioter." He said with confidence.

Song Xiang smiled with his lips curled up.

"No matter what, I am grateful to my life-saving grace. Please thank your grandma for me." King Xin bowed to him solemnly and said to Song Zhiyuan: "When you look back, you will definitely give me a generous gift."

Song Zhiyuan made a few words, bowed and returned the gift, watched him get on the carriage and leave, then sighed.

In the imperial study room, Emperor Chu listened to the interaction between the two, his eyebrows remained motionless.

"This kind of favor is worthy of the Song Mansion." He said lightly.

The person under the throne did not respond.

"There is news coming in Quanzhou."

The kneeling man looked up and presented a tiny bamboo tube, saying, "I just received the secret message."

Eunuch Zhou stepped forward and took it and handed it to Emperor Chu.

Emperor Chu took out a small bamboo tube, took out a small scroll of paper from it, and frowned at the dense small characters written on it.

"Let him continue to investigate the people he served when he was six years old."

"promise."

Emperor Chu waved his hand to let him retreat, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a hint of dryness. Eunuch Zhou said, "Emperor, the Empress has brought the Anshen Soup with someone. It's warm, but should I drink it?"

"No need, I want to calm down, you can step down."

“Wait.”

Eunuch Zhou arched his back and walked out of the hall, pricked up his ears and listened to the movements inside. Not long after, he heard a cup smashing inside.

At the same time, in a secret room in Beijing, an old man looked at the man with his back to him and said with a cold face: "Those blood relatives who are also the lords, your move is really injustice, and the Xia family's sects will not agree to you doing this."

The man did not look back and said coldly: "It's okay if you can only kneel down and lick Chu Gou's bloodline. As long as I restore Daxia, my ancestors and ancestors will always forgive me. After all, I will do whatever it takes to achieve great things. It's a pity that the old man from King Xin has someone to see him off."

The old man felt a little cold, and he pursed his lips and said, "They will not just sit there and wait for death."

The man turned around, and a handsome face floated and sank in the dark light: "Will I be afraid?"
Chapter completed!