Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

Chapter 905 Miaojiang Youth X Black-bellied Prince 17

Song An accompanied Shen Xi to play in the capital for a few days before planning to return to the palace.

But now things are not over yet, and Song An does not dare to bring him into the palace rashly.

Instead, he asked Yu Yu to send some people around the house to protect his safety.

"Brother Xixi has to go out for something, so you will be the only one living at home these few days."

Although he had already given instructions for everything, he was still a little worried.

Shen Xi knew his identity, so he naturally knew that he had to go back to do important things, so he couldn't let him be distracted because of him.

"It's okay, brother, go ahead and do your work, I can handle it here by myself."

Song An was still a little worried so he called Yu Yu to his side.

"Xixi can tell him directly if he has anything to say. My brother will be back in two days."

Shen Xi took Song An's hand and looked at Yu Yu timidly.

The two looked at each other, Yu Yu's eyes were full of shock.

'Oh my god, is this the Lord?'

It's no wonder that he thinks too much. Song An was not like this when he left half a year ago. With that attitude of being decisive and ruthless and keeping people at a distance, how could he become like this in just half a year?

Yes, there is such a method.

This method does not even require too much, just a precipitation is enough.

After Song An left the room, his expression changed completely.

"I'm not here today, so you will do whatever he says. Give the order and make sure he is safe."

The doubt on Yu Yu's face slowly dissipated.

"Let me tell you, how can this devil change?"

"As ordered."

Song An changed into a worn-out set of clothes and reappeared at the gate of the Forbidden City. The officers and soldiers guarding the gate were shocked when they saw him.

"His Royal Highness!"

Song An returned to the palace and went to the imperial study to meet his father Song Tiancheng.

"Ean'er!"

The moment Song Tiancheng saw him, his eyes were full of disbelief.

In that disbelief, there was also unspeakable joy.

Song An was Song Tiancheng's first son, and the throne of crown prince was passed to him when he was just born.

Needless to say, I cherish him.

After Song Tiancheng disappeared half a year ago, he has been sending people to search for Song An in that area.

Those people had also seen that cliff, but thinking that the cliff was very deep, Song An would not survive even if he fell down.

I was just too lazy and didn't continue searching.

That's why I missed Song An.

Song Tiancheng had just accepted the bad news of his death more than a month ago, but he never expected that Song An, who had already died in his mind, would now be standing in front of him in good health.

"Let Father see if there are any injuries on your body?"

Song Tiancheng just got down from the dragon throne, stood in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at him carefully.

Song An shook his head.

"After I fell off the cliff, I was rescued by a kind-hearted person. But because of my severe injuries and loss of my previous memories, I have never been able to return to the palace.

I just recovered my memory a few days ago, and I came back immediately."

Song Tiancheng's eyes were full of heartache.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back, all that is in the past."

Before Song Tiancheng could finish his words, Qi Siying ran into the imperial study with the help of palace servants.

Qi Siying, who received the news of Song An's death half a year ago, did not believe it at all. However, as time went by and she still did not see her son return, she gradually gave up hope.

She didn't expect that her son could still stand in front of her.

It's hard to describe the feeling of losing and regaining something.

"An'er, my An'er is finally back. Mother has missed you so much."

Song An turned around and supported Qi Siying, who almost fell because she ran too fast.

"It's my fault. I made you worry."

Qi Siying shook her head, her face already covered with tears. The hairpin that originally symbolized etiquette was also swaying from side to side because of her emotions.

"No, An'er is right. As long as you return safely, we won't talk about other things."

……

Song Heng was in his mansion outside the palace when he received the news that Song An had returned safely. He was so angry that he smashed the cup in his hand.

"Originally, my father was planning to reappoint the crown prince in a few days, so why is he mine right now? Why did you have to come back at this time?"

Song Heng was so angry that he threw the cup in his hand onto the kneeling guard in front of him.

A flash of disgust flashed across the guard's eyes without any expression.

But he still spoke compliments.

"Don't be angry, Your Highness. It would be bad if you get angry and harm your health."

"After all, he is really lucky. How can he survive like this?"

The guards made appropriate suggestions when he was angry.

"He was lucky last time. If Your Highness attacks again this time, he might not be able to survive.

If he can't survive, then the throne will be yours, right?"

What the guard said was true. Song Tiancheng did not have many concubines in his harem, and even his offspring were very rare.

There were only four children in total. Queen Qi Siying gave birth to Song An, Concubine De Gong Shanqiao gave birth to Song Heng, and the remaining two were princesses.

The older one got married a few years ago when she reached the age of 15, and the younger one is only eight years old.

If Song An, who was the crown prince, died now, wouldn't the position of crown prince be in his pocket?

If the opportunity had not been so great, Song Heng would not have dared to touch Song An so blatantly before.

But now Song An is lucky enough to come back. If he doesn't take action now, Song Heng can't guarantee that Song An will not collect evidence that he sent those killers.

The risk is so great, and the rewards after success are so high.

Song Heng naturally would not give up easily.

Song An thought that he would have such a mentality, so he sent someone to provoke him.

Song An was sitting in the study room of the East Palace, wearing silk clothes, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and looking leisurely at the person half-kneeling in front of him.

And this person was the one who had just made the suggestion to Song Heng.

"He listened?"

"It's exactly what His Royal Highness thought. He failed last time, and this time, as long as we give him a little hint, he will want to do it again."

Song An nodded and asked people to leave.

He had just been put back on the table, looking through the window at the distant scenery.

"Please don't let me down, my good third brother."