He still felt aggrieved, staring at Song Heng, then at Song Xiangyu and questioning him: "Father brought him up and taught him step by step. He is so capable, isn't it his father who taught him? But did my father teach me?!"
That's ridiculous.
Song Xiangyu sneered. Even though this was his own son, he still felt that his face was disgusting. "I wrote to you and asked if you wanted to train in the army. How did you respond?"
Song Zhibin remained silent.
Why was he willing to go to the remote border with Song Heng at that time
Besides, my mother is worried.
"Everything he has today was earned with his own efforts. When he was twelve years old, he could follow the light cavalry to patrol outside the pass, and he saved the people of a village when the enemy had more people than him. He would rather let his comrades go first even though he was seriously injured. Can you do that?" Song Xiangyu said with a sonorous tone: "You indulge in wealth and fame, don't make progress, and have a narrow mind. Now you blame others for being too good and not giving you a chance?!" He looked at Song Zhibin in intolerance and had nothing to say: "How can you be worthy of the title of eldest son and grandson?!"
These words were too harsh. In Song Zhibin's opinion, these words were announcing his end.
He jumped up, all his fear, guilt and regret disappeared, leaving only unwillingness: "Why am I unworthy? You said I murdered Eleven, what evidence do you have?!"
Song Zhiyuan is about to die. Even if Song Heng has the antidote, it has been delayed for such a long time. When Song Zhiyuan wakes up, he doesn't know if he can really be the same as before. Maybe he has become a fool.
To put it another way, even if it can be recovered, what does it matter
Does Zhiyuan have any evidence
At most, he was just suspicious.
I have never heard of anyone being convicted based on mere suspicion.
Song Xiangyu snorted and looked past him at the bed behind him: "Isn't the evidence right there?"
“Brother…” A weak voice came from behind, so soft and inaudible that it was almost inaudible.
But to Song Zhibin's ears, it was louder than spring thunder. His throat rolled a few times and his whole body froze. He turned around in disbelief and saw Song Zhiyuan sitting up with a pale face, disheveled hair and a dishevelled look.
He was stunned for a moment, feeling sharp pain in his heart. He looked at Song Zhiyuan in disbelief, then at Song Xiangyu and Song Heng.
No, how could that be
He clenched his fists, his mind was in a mess, and he felt like he was struck by lightning.
Song Shiyi was still very weak, and he felt dizzy when he sat up. Song Heng saw it clearly, took two steps forward and held him up, and took a pillow for him to lean on, then looked at Song Zhibin not far away and asked him coldly: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Song Zhibin really had nothing to say.
If Song Zhiyuan was awake, he must have noticed his intention just now - he really wanted to suffocate Song Zhiyuan once and for all.
Thinking about it this way, since Song Zhiyuan agreed to cooperate in this drama and lay on the bed pretending to be unconscious, and Song Xiangyu came back and hid in this room, it means that these people have already believed in Song Heng and cooperated with Song Heng in setting up a trap.
In that case, what else is there to say
He smiled coldly and lowered his head, but he no longer had the desire to cry as he did at the beginning.
Song Xiangyu did not continue to ask any more questions. He just rubbed his eyebrows, turned his head and said in a low voice: "Come out."
Is there anyone else? Song Zhibin realized something and turned his head suddenly, and saw the prince's wife also walking out from behind the pillar, staggering.
It was not until this moment that he really broke down.
It turns out that he is the clown.
He thought he had done it perfectly, but he didn't expect that this group of people were standing silently in the room watching his every move.
When facing Song Xiangyu, he could still righteously blame Song Xiangyu for being partial, and firmly felt that he was not wrong, but when facing the Crown Prince's wife, he just felt like a rat with its tail grabbed, struggling awkwardly in his hand.
The Crown Prince's wife's lips trembled as she looked at her younger son who was dying on the bed, then looked at her older son who was standing, and suddenly stepped forward and slapped Song Zhibin hard.
The slap was so loud that Song Zhibin staggered. But before he could react, the Crown Prince's wife quickly raised her hand and slapped herself hard.
Song Zhibin was stunned.
Song Zhiyuan lying on the bed also weakly called out "Mom" and immediately started crying.
A distinct slap mark soon appeared on the wife's face. She did not hesitate at all, nor did she feel the slightest pain. She raised her hand and slapped herself fiercely again, while pushing away Song Xiangyu who was about to come up, crying: "Blame me! It's all my fault! It's me, it's me who taught my son to kill his brother, it's my incompetence..."
Song Zhibin just felt it was difficult to breathe.
It has been like this since he was a child. He suddenly felt a little numb. Looking at the Crown Prince's wife beating him, he didn't know why, but he felt that this scene was familiar.
It seemed that such things had already happened countless times in his dreams.
Song Xiangyu frowned, pulled the Crown Prince's wife, and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? The children are watching!"
The Crown Prince's wife covered her face with her hands, slid to the ground without any manners, and began to sob.
Song Heng had long been accustomed to such chaos, the only difference was that this time things were particularly serious.
Song Xiangyu glanced at his son and reached out to help the Crown Prince's wife who was lying on the ground: "Get up. What's the point of crying now? Fortunately, Eleven is fine and didn't make a big mistake."
The Crown Prince's wife couldn't tell whether she was more happy that her son was fine or angry that Song Zhibin was the culprit. When Song Xiangyu pulled her up, she grabbed Song Xiangyu's sleeve belatedly and said, "Cevil Prince! This can't be spread out. If Bin'er is labeled as... , what future does he have?!"
Upon hearing this, Song Heng glanced at Song Zhiyuan. Song Zhiyuan was also obviously stunned. He stared at his mother in a daze, his face pale and his eyes complicated, no one knew what he was thinking.
Song Zhibin was standing by, and had become completely quiet at this moment. When he heard his mother say this, he seemed to have expected it and did not react.
The only sound left in the room was the wife's sobbing: "All of this is my fault. Bin'er doesn't understand so much... He was just forced into a corner. Prince, don't tell anyone. Think about our family's reputation, think about the children..."
Song Xiangyu found it a little funny. He stared at the wife of the prince coldly: "If the murderer is Ah Heng, will the reputation of the Song family be saved?"