Women dressed as men: powerful officials

Chapter 269: Different Paths Lead to the Same Destination, That’s the Best Help

After coming out of Prince Cheng’s Mansion, Xu Yuan felt relieved and felt a lot more relaxed.

After returning home, Wu Shiming was also helped back by someone.

He reeked of alcohol, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

Xu Yuan watched Wu Shiming fall asleep before going back to his room to write a letter, which he then gave to Ge Shuxing.

The best contact between her and Geshu Khan was Geshu Xing.

If Ge Shuxing moves fast enough.

Then she could get everything done before Bei Yuan did.

At nightfall, Xu Yuan was lying on the bed, and he suddenly remembered the last words Bei Yao said.

"Make a wish. I can draw a clear line between us from now on and never have any contact with you again. I will also do everything you ask me to do. However, you also have to promise me one thing. If you are determined to take the national exam, the recommendation letter must be written by me."

Under the candlelight, Bei Yao looked cold.

But Xuyuan saw the persistence in it.

She understood that Beiyao wanted to recommend her not because he valued her talent or thought she would definitely be admitted to high school.

It's to be her retreat.

If she fails, she will have a chance of survival only if the two of them are tied together.

Beiyao tried his best to help her, but she could not help Beiyao at all.

But it doesn’t matter.

Just as Beiyao said, the two of them will walk on the same path.

The best help is to reach the same destination through different paths.

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The search for Princess Geshu was a hot topic in Tianqi, and after a few days of absence, Princess Geshu's portrait was posted all over the capital.

When a maid saw it, she immediately tore down the portrait and shouted at the person not to make it public. The news quickly reached the ears of the Taihang Magistrate.

When Taihang Ling heard the news, he immediately guessed that the maid was Princess Geshu, and immediately ordered someone to take her to the Dali Temple, and then went to look for Qi Chengen without stopping.

At that time, Song Tiancheng was also working as non-stop as Taihang Ling.

Looking at the portraits that were almost all stuck to the Song family's front door, his anger was only half subsided until he smashed all the valuable vases on the table.

He shouted, "Come here, tear down all the portraits of Princess Geshu posted in the capital immediately. From today on, the Third Miss is ill and cannot see guests!"

Song Tiancheng didn't know what bad luck he had in the past two days.

I wanted to kill Xuyuan, but failed.

He wanted to kill Song Xiujing to silence her, but failed. Instead, she was saved by Bei Yuan, and the two of them naturally got engaged.

Song Tiancheng thought that this was a blessing in disguise, but Song Xiuwen left Wenhua Palace without saying hello to him.

What Song Xiuwen left behind was not only the Wenhua Palace, but the entire officialdom.

Today, portraits of Song Xiujing's biological mother were posted all over the city. It is estimated that someone will come to visit soon.

Song Tiancheng was very worried.

In the past, when he encountered such things, he could discuss it with Qi Chengen and have someone to make decisions for him, but now the person responsible for finding Princess Geshu is Qi Chengen!

Moreover, this matter is definitely not that simple.

There must be someone behind the scenes fanning the flames.

The first thing Song Tiancheng thought of was making a wish.

His eyes were full of rage, and he wished he could kill Xu Yuan immediately to vent his hatred.

But Song Xiuwen and Xu Yuan were arguing right now. If Xu Yuan died, that would be fine. But if he didn't, people would definitely suspect him...

Thinking of this, Song Tiancheng became even angrier.

Until a cold voice sounded from outside the door.

"Father, since you can't kill me, do you want to hide me?"

Song Xiujing was wearing a light pink gown, holding a hot water bottle in her hand, and walked slowly towards them.

Every frown and smile of hers is just like the woman in the painting.

Song Tiancheng said coldly: "Didn't I tell you to stay in the yard and not come out?"

"I don't know what Jing'er did wrong, but she can't even leave the yard."

Song Xiujing asked even though she knew the answer, which made Song Tiancheng even angrier.

He was about to get angry, but saw Song Xiujing slowly pick up the painting on the ground.

Song Xiujing ignored Song Tiancheng and murmured, "This must be my mother. This is the first time I've seen her portrait."

On the side, Song Xiuwen couldn't help but look at Song Xiujing.

It was then that he discovered that Song Xiujing was indeed 80% similar to the woman in the portrait.

So, his sister is actually the princess of Geshu?

Thinking of this, Song Xiuwen became excited and was about to get up and say that this was "good news", but Song Tiancheng had already slapped the table.

"She's not your mother!"

If people knew that he took Princess Geshu as his concubine and then brutally killed her, the Geshu tribe would not let him go. Similarly, if someone was interested in investigating carefully, they would often find that he met Princess Geshu at the time when the previous emperor died on the battlefield.

At that time, he did not know that the person was the princess of Geshu, and the death of the late emperor in battle had nothing to do with her. However, he had made many enemies in the court. If those people used this as a target and charged him with treason and conspiracy to murder the late emperor, he would have no way out.

Even now, due to the relationship between the two countries, no one will blame him, but how can he explain the cause of Princess Geshu?

Song Tiancheng was extremely upset and regretted not killing the person immediately when Xu Yuan told him about this matter.

Who cares about the Third Prince's Consort? He should have killed Song Xiujing and Xu Yuan at that time.

It wouldn't be like now that we are constrained and unable to advance or retreat.

"Whether she is or not, it's not your turn to judge."

Song Xiujing looked at Song Tiancheng, and ignored Song Xiuwen who was still kneeling on the ground. She sat down on the mahogany chair next to her and slowly rolled up the scroll.

Song Tiancheng narrowed his eyes, and the aura around him became even colder.

Only after the scroll was rolled up did Song Xiujing speak: "I know that what father is thinking about now is how to kill me, but I also want to remind father that since I know you have the intention to kill me, how could I return to the Taiwei Mansion without preparation?"

After hearing what Song Xiujing said, Song Xiuwen stood up and said, "Third sister, how could father kill you? You must be overthinking it!"

"How is it impossible? The assassin who hunted me down two days ago was sent by my father. If it weren't for the chance encounter with the prince, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be anyone to collect my body."

Song Xiujing looked at Song Tiancheng.

Song Tiancheng did not refute. She laughed, her eyes full of sarcasm: "In my father's mind, if a person is useless, he should be ignored. If he is a threat, even if he is his own flesh and blood, he can be abandoned. But you probably didn't expect that the fate of the Taiwei Mansion is now in the hands of a woman like me who is powerless."

"Song Xiujing, what do you want to do?"

"Third sister, what do you mean by this?"

Song Tiancheng and Song Xiuwen spoke one after the other, with completely different voices.

Song Xiujing laughed, and her tone became calmer: "If I am willing, the Taiwei Mansion can be safe and sound in this matter. If I am not willing, what is waiting for the Taiwei Mansion, father should know, right?"

"Song Xiujing, you've really grown up. Without me, how could you be where you are today?!"

"Father, you're right. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today." Song Xiujing looked at Song Tiancheng with a cold expression and a fierce tone. "If you hadn't taken my mother away, I wouldn't have been looked down upon for more than a decade and picked on like an object. So, today it's my turn to boss you around. Father, do you choose to listen to me carefully, or do you choose to have everyone in the Taiwei Mansion go to jail tomorrow?"

At the end, Song Xiujing's tone softened, as if the anger just now was just an illusion.