Xia Qingyao was so scared that her whole body was trembling, and she could only look at Song Jingxian helplessly, "Brother Prince, everything I said is true. I am a low-key person. Even if I borrow my ten courage, I will never dare to frame the second girl."

Song Jing patted her shoulder with envy and comfort, and then knelt down at the old lady Song lifting her robe, "Grandmother, Yaoyao is pure and kind-hearted and cannot lie. You can't protect her from favor just because Song Zhao is your granddaughter. She is now spoiled by you to be unconventional. She is so clever and has a strong face!"

Old Lady Song sneered, "Well, Brother Xian wants to send Zhao Zhao to the imperial prison and torture the confession?"

"Sun son dare not." Song Jingxian frowned and lowered his eyes. He believed that it was Song Zhao, but he could not provide evidence. He thought about the words in his heart. He said coldly, "It's just that Yaoyao walked from the gate of hell, but Song Zhao was safe and sound. She always wanted to give Yaoyao an explanation. She should go to the ancestral hall to copy the female verb and write a self-examination, and ensure that she would never go against Yaoyao again."

Old Lady Song's eyebrows were condensed, and a hint of anger surged in her eyes, "Zhaozhao is the legitimate daughter of Jin Zun and Yugui of the General's Mansion. If you ask her to review an orphan who is not a servant, will it be a laughing stock if it is reported that our General's Mansion becomes a laughing stock?"

Xia Qingyao bit her lip and looked at Song Zhao.

The young girl in the age of Golden Hairpin has a red face, and is angrily and happy. Her cat eyes are cunning and agile, and she wears silk and satin used by the palace.

The body is greasy and greasy, like a bud on a branch that has not yet bloomed. It will definitely be unparalleled when it grows in the future.

She is not as valuable as Song Zhao, but she is also a soldier. She is just not as good as Song Zhao's food and clothing on weekdays, so why isn't even a servant?

Xia Qingyao gritted her teeth with hatred and cried with blood and jealousy.

Song Jingxian remained unmoved, looking at his grandmother with a serious look, insisting on his own opinion.

Old Mrs. Song thought that the cold poison of his grandson had not yet disappeared, and his emotional ups and downs were harmful to his body. In order to give his grandson a face, he pondered for a moment and said without any pain, "Okay, as long as the orphan Xia is at peace with her, you don't have to worry about Zhaozhao's conspiracy with her. In the future, I will take Zhaozhao to my yard for myself and discipline me personally, so you can rest assured."

Song Jingxian knew that it was the limit to let the old lady Song, who could make such concessions as if she were willing to be loved by her granddaughter. He would be unfilial if he forced her.

While reluctantly responding, he comforted Xia Qingyao with great guilt.

Of course, Xia Qingyao was not satisfied with this result. Not only did she not use this to ruin Song Zhao's reputation, but she also suffered so much in vain.

But now, in order to maintain her understanding image and prevent Song Jingxian from being embarrassed, of course, he could only grit his teeth and swallow it in his stomach and give in generously.

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Xianghetang is the residence of Old Lady Song.

"My little beloved, were you scared just now?"

As soon as he entered the bedroom, Old Lady Song changed her majesty and courage to the outside world, and held Song Zhao's hand and comforted her softly.

Song Zhao leaned against the embroidery edge with his grandmother, raised his head curiously, "Are you not angry?"

"You are still unwilling to be angry with you because of your troubles all day long. You did nothing wrong today. Why are your grandmother angry with you?" Besides, Old Lady Song was not so confused that she made her granddaughter unhappy for an unrelated orphan.

"Grandmother believes in her granddaughter?" Song Zhao's clear eyes were like black gems washed, black and bright.

Old Mrs. Song shaved the tip of her little granddaughter's nose, "You were raised by my grandmother. I don't know you yet. If you say you don't have it, then there must be no."

When the old lady was young, she was in power and had no intention of stewards. When she retired, the children at home were all grown up and there was no chance to play with her grandchildren.

Song Zhao's birth fulfilled the regrets of Old Lady Song. The old lady personally pulled and spoiled like a pearl or a treasure, which really hurt her to the core.
Chapter completed!