Yuan Qingling raised his sleeves and said lightly: "Cry? I can't cry, I'm making lies out of thin air. Why should I cry?"

Chu Mingyang sneered and sat down slowly. The two sat opposite each other, less than one meter apart. The atmosphere was full of hostility.

"You are right. I really liked him like such a heroic man. Which woman doesn't love him?" Chu Mingyang's eyes contained a bit of mockery. "Do you love him deeply? But you got it with dirty means. I thought he was the final winner? I originally thought he protected you like that. I must have you in my heart, but after he came into contact with me, I heard him say the grievances in his heart. I realized the pressure and suffering he was under, Yuan Qingling. Do you know that he is disgusting?"

"I hope to hear it carefully." Yuan Qingling said, suppressing goose bumps that were about to arise. "But, to be honest, even if the child in your belly is his, you must have hooked him first, he is just playing around."

Chu Mingyang sneered a sneer on the corner of his mouth. "Do you really think so? You're wrong. When I returned to my parents' home, he tried every means to ask someone to send me a letter and invite me to meet me. I hated him so much that he thought he had ulterior motives, so all the letters he gave me were burned, but the last letter was still left on his body. You know his handwriting."

She took out a letter from her sleeve bag. The letter was folded carefully. After opening it, it was obvious that the paper was creased severely. It should have been folded countless times by reading it.

Man'er stepped forward to take it, but Chu Mingyang raised his hand and said coldly: "Do you want to destroy the evidence? You can see it, just look at it, just a few short sentences."

She stretched her letter paper and opened it to Yuan Qingling near her chin.

"Sister Yang, I have no intention of offending you. I just want to say sorry to you in person. If you are willing to forgive me, please go to Mingyue Tower to gather at noon tomorrow."

The signature is a word Hao.

There is no date or his seal, it is a private message.

His handwriting is indeed very similar to his. Because he cannot take it for a good study, he does not know how different it is from his handwriting.

"Do you know his handwriting?" Chu Mingyang saw her look stunned, thinking she was sad, and smiled proudly and slowly hid the letter. He said coldly: "He wrote no less than five letters to me, and I didn't care about it and burned it after reading it. All the maids around me can testify. I was really depressed at my parents' home, so I thought to hear what he had to say for the last time, so I went to Mingyue Tower to attend the meeting. After arriving at Mingyue Tower, my attitude towards him was still cold and slow. It's a pity that you didn't see his attentiveness. You didn't see him sitting opposite me and explained to me. He said that he was not here for Chu Mingcui, but for me, but he was misunderstood. He always wanted to find an opportunity to make it clear. Unfortunately, you designed him at that time, which made him lose his reputation. He was also discouraged and felt that he could not deserve me, so he stopped."

Yuan Qingling looked at her intoxicated and obsessed with talking about this matter, but there was a hint of bitterness in her sweetness, and there was helplessness and sadness in her proud smile. I was afraid that the sweetness at that time had become sad now.

"So, after your misunderstanding disappears, you will continue to meet?" Yuan Qingling asked.

"That's right," Chu Mingyang obviously hadn't come out of that sweet memory and murmured: "At that time, he promised me a lot and asked me to continue to go back to the Ji Mansion to monitor every move of the Ji Mansion. He said that it is the most appropriate for me to do this, because no one would doubt me. I thought about it, who would pay attention to me? So, I kept monitoring the Ji Mansion's every move, and would inform him of any movement."

She raised her head, her eyes were red and her face was suffocating, "I was pregnant with his child. He said that I would give me a title no matter what. Let me wait with peace of mind. He would divorce you and marry me. Why don't you die? Yuan Qingling, go die. If you die, he will not have any scruples anymore. He can marry me into the house."

She cursed Yuan Qingling viciously, as if it was because of Yuan Qingling that his attitude changed drastically, but she understood that the throne was definitely the most important. Yuan Qingling was highly valued by the emperor and the emperor, and also won the hearts of the people. If she was relieved at this time, she would have a great impact on him.

Yuan Qingling was obviously dissatisfied with the information and said, "But apart from this letter, I really can't convince me that the person who has always met you is the prince."

Chu Mingyang reached out and pressed his loose bun, beautifying and arrogant, "You just keep deceiving yourself. If you recognize the handwriting, can you change the facts if you don't admit it? You deny everything, and you can't deny that the child in my belly is the blood of the prince. If the prince wants to ascend to the great treasure, he will be a nobleman and the future emperor. This is what the prince promised."

Yuan Qingling was surprised when he heard these words. Chu Mingyang was not the kind of ideal woman. She valued reality very much, so why did she believe those words?

To take a step back, even if the fifth person is with her, but with the eldest son in front of her, when will it be his child’s turn to be the future emperor? Even if there is a possibility of competition, she still believes in such a light promise?

"You said the flowers, but I don't believe it." Yuan Qingling shook his head and said.

Chu Mingyang sneered, "Okay, let you give up. When he was having fun with me, there was a scar on his back from his left shoulder blade to his lower right waist. This scar was his mark in the victory. If I hadn't been with him, how could I know? You give up!"

Yuan Qingling heard this and felt broad-minded. After dealing with her for so long, he finally knew one of the characteristics of the man. She looked at Chu Mingyang and said, "The Wu of Lao was indeed scarred on his back, ranging from six or seven big or small. However, none of them was as long as you said, and the longest was only half a finger. However, he had a scar. Many people know that you have been with him, and you should also know that this scar was between your legs. It was the scar left by the assassination in Beijing. The wound had inflamed and pus, and it was not well treated, so the scar was very obvious. As long as he met you openly, you would definitely see it."

Chu Mingyang's breath was rapid and his face was angry, "Do you think I'd believe this nonsense?"

Yuan Qingling said lightly: "It's true or false, it's not difficult to inquire. In addition to me, Doctor Cao also handled his injuries. Your grandfather also knew that this injury almost made him unhumane. The palace must be tight. If you don't believe it, go and ask Yuwen Jun, he planned the assassination. If he was injured, he would know the killer who would go back to report it. He knew the most."

Chu Mingyang's face suddenly became very ferocious, and a huge wave was stirring up in her eyes. She stood up suddenly, picked up the cup on the table and smashed it at Yuan Qingling, roaring, "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense!"

The cup was knocked away by Man'er, and Yuan Qingling did not bother her. He stood up and looked at her face that was so scared that she was almost horrified, and quickly left with Man'er.
Chapter completed!