Before Qing'er asked for details, she naturally wanted to test Song Anle's tone first, and then it was normal for her to treat it with the most reasonable attitude.

The only thing Song Anle is glad that Qing'er asked about their marriage was not their marriage, so she smiled calmly: "I understand your intention, but you should also know that every year is approaching the end of the year, it is the most chaotic time. Moreover, Mr. Gao's residence is a long way from here, so I don't want you to go out at this time. Moreover, for safety reasons, Brother Cheng has already ordered that we will not allow us to leave the house again before the New Year."

In order not to get Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang involved, Song Anle could only borrow Song Cheng's majesty to stabilize Qing'er first. When the time is ripe, Qing'er also realizes the change of things, and then explains to her politely.

Qing'er nodded thoughtfully, "Oh" and Song Anle's excuse was obviously directed at her. It seems that this matter is not as simple as it appears.

When Song Anle saw Qing'er still couldn't cheer up, she said at the right time: "Okay, it's rare to welcome the New Year, we should be happier."

Qing'er also smiled and nodded, as if she was relieved, but her doubts were not reduced in the slightest moment of her eyes. The moment she lowered her eyes, she thought of a way to ask at the most sensitive speed.

So Qing'er made a sudden thought of it and said, "By the way, Anle, I want to go back to Bai Mansion recently."

Song Anle looked at her with an unknown face, and Qing'er said shyly, "I want to put my marriage with Brother Yuan Shang in Baifu."

After a while, the topic was still turned back to the starting point. Song Anle's sad face could no longer show any expressions, so she said meaningfully: "Qing'er, I want to have a good chat with you about you and Mr. Gao."

The topic finally turned back to the topic that Qing'er wanted to enter, but she didn't want to be so sensitive, so she moved to the inside of the soft couch and patted her side and said, "Come on, sit down first."

The more Qing'er showed disapproval, the more guilty Song Anle felt. If Qing'er knew their plan, she would be so sad and sad. She trusted them without reservation, but they planned to deceive her.

Song Anle sat on the soft couch opposite Qing'er. She held Qing'er's hand, but she didn't know how to speak for a while, but Qing'er looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to speak.

"Love, marriage is a lifelong event. Are you sure Gao Yuanshang is someone worthy of your life?" Song Anle looked at her with a serious face, and his tone also showed a strong heaviness.

Qing'er smiled in longing. Thinking of spending her life with her beloved, she said with a smile: "I believe in him, just as I believe in you."

Song Anle's heart squeezed a little. Qing'er's words were like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into her heart, making her suffer if she endured it and hurt if she pulled it out, but she could only endure the pain she gave herself and said earnestly: "The trust between relatives comes from factors in family affection. I don't want you to confuse this. Besides, if you think about it carefully, do you really have no doubts about a person who doesn't even want to reveal his identity to you?"

Qing'er was stunned for a moment. Song Anle's theme was still on Gao Yuanshang's identity. It seemed that Gao Yuanshang's identity was really the key to the matter. Since Song Anle could remind her openly and secretly, she must have the intention to tell her the truth. After all, hiding this way is not a solution.

Qing'er held Song Anle's hand and said with a serious and melancholy look on her face: "Anle, are you, who is Brother Yuan Shang? Can you tell me?"

Song Anle looked at Qing'er who was looking forward to the truth with a look of sadness. She knew that concealment was not a solution, and she couldn't bear to hide Qing'er in the dark. This was unfair and unreasonable to her. Song Anle lowered her eyes and covered her hesitation in her expression. After a moment of entanglement, she still said calmly: "I personally think there is no need to hide it from you about Gao Yuanshang's identity, but the premise is that you must be mentally prepared, because his identity is directly related to your prospects."

"Tell me, who is he?" Qing'er calmed down to a surprisingly calm, not because she was prepared, but because she was brewing emotions and preparing to accept the worst result.

When Song Anle saw Qing'er, she also said solemnly: "Gao Yuanshang, the eldest prince of the Northern Dynasties, is the only candidate for the Northern Dynasties."

Although Qing'er restrained herself from calming down, the truth that was too difficult to accept still made her attack difficult at the bottom of the valley. She leaned on the soft couch with a dull expression and unscrupulous consciousness, and her whole body seemed to be bound in a deep abyss.

The room fell into silence for a moment, and Song Anle gave Qing'er enough time to consume it. She could feel Qing'er's mood at this moment, just like the loss she felt when she learned about Gao Yuanshang's identity. Perhaps Qing'er was even more difficult to accept than she was at that time. After all, what she gave was her wholehearted feelings.

"Qing'er." Song Anle tried to bring Qing'er out of depression.

"I want to be alone and calm." Qing'er's still dull expression and decadent appearance made people worry and feel distressed.

"Qing'er..." Song Anle was really worried and left her alone and fell down. But as soon as she said that, Qing'er said a little boredly: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Song Anle suddenly realized that Qing'er seemed to have grown up the moment she learned the truth. She was calm and self-sustaining, and she was no longer the same as before. When encountering things, she would only complain impulsively or solve them regardless of right or wrong. Faced with Qing'er at this time, Song Anle didn't know whether she should be happy for her, but Qing'er's maturity made her feel a little worried, so she stood up and left silently.

Qing'er curled up on the soft couch, with blank thoughts and powerless consciousness, she paused all her thoughts, leaving only a gap for herself to breathe. She closed herself in the quilt, stagnating her thinking, but couldn't stop, her agitated heart.

After Song Anle informed Qing'er about the truth, she kept silently paying attention to her dynamics. When she learned that the truth was not to worry about food, she was always restless. She was worried that Qing'er would not be able to get out of the cruelty brought to her by the truth, and she was even more worried that she would go without hesitation and violate her promises, because no one knew Qing'er more than her. She was a stubborn temper who dared to love, hate, and dared to act and take responsibility. As long as she recognized something, she would try every means to get it. Even if she hit the wall, she would not give up easily.

What's more, the grievances and grievances of the previous generation should not be borne by the next generation. Song Anle sometimes feels confused. If it weren't for the special relationship between Qing'er and Gao Yuanshang, she might really not have stopped it by any means. Just like between Song Xiaojing and Gao Yongkang, as long as they like each other, she would not have excessive obstacles because they have no right to interfere with anyone's happiness.

Song Anle sighed secretly, and it was a pity that he was just blamed on God's will, and only blamed them for meeting in the most beautiful years, but they did not meet the right person.

When Song Cheng came to Yiyuan, she saw Song Anle sitting alone by the window in the room, facing the courtyard. Perhaps she was too obsessed, so she didn't notice Song Cheng's arrival at all.

"Anle." Song Cheng called out loudly as he approached.

"Brother." Song Anle did not get up to greet her, because Song Cheng was already walking in front of her, so she just responded listlessly.

"Why are you staring blankly here alone? Do you have any worries?" Song Cheng said while sitting down opposite Song Anle.

Song Anle did not rush to answer him, but slowly poured a cup of tea for Song Cheng, and then said absent-mindedly: "How are the arrangements for this year's New Year's goods?"

Song Cheng held the teacup's hand and was about to send it to his mouth. When he heard Song Anle's answer to the question, he paused for a moment and sent the teacup back to the table. He also said in a timely manner: "This year, due to too much business, everything is left to the servants to handle."

"Since the business is busy, let's keep everything simple;" Song Anle said lightly: "Anyway, it's just for joy and everything is handled in place."

This New Year is the most depressing year for Song Anle. I believe Song Cheng would not be able to feel at ease, but Song Anle has an ominous intuition. Although she repeatedly closed down that bad premonition, her uneasy mind always bothered her, so she just wanted to keep it simple.

"I think so, just because I'm afraid I'll let you down."

It is natural to be simple, but every year there are laughter and joy, and the New Year's celebration is everywhere. It is inevitable that this year will be handled with a simple arrangement, which will inevitably make people feel abnormal. Moreover, there are also things about love and Gao Yuanshang here. If it is too simple, will you feel a grudge against love?

"Then what's wrong or not? There is no need to pay attention to it when the whole family is together."

Sometimes, even the relationship before family affection will be invisibly alienated. For example, Song Cheng and Song Anle's brothers and sisters should have been like one person, but now because of all kinds of happening one after another, they gradually distance themselves from the unsecret family affection as the situation develops.

It is not because of their estrangement, but because of the severity of the situation, they are all bound to a severe situation.

Song Cheng nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Also, Qing'er...?"

Although Song Cheng wanted to speak but stopped, his naked-naked questioning was so hard for Song Anle. I believe Song Cheng has not paid much attention to Qing'er, including her recent situation, so he clearly had his own questions.

Song Anle was silent for a while, and finally decided to tell Song Cheng the truth that Qing'er already knew the truth. I think he had been worried about this matter, so she said dimly and lowly: "Brother, I'll tell Qing'er the truth."
Chapter completed!