Looking upstairs, Li Qingxue frowned without saying a word.

Behind him, an old man stepped forward, "Your Highness, the boy from the Song family should take care of it."

Li Qingxue's eyes were cold. Although a prostitute from the Jiaofangsi was like an ant in her eyes, it was not worth it to be difficult for her to get along with the Song family because of this, such bad behavior really made her feel disgusted.

"Mr. Song is the minister of our dynasty. How could he have such a cowardly son?"

The old man smiled and said, "Mr. Song has eight sons, so it's okay to have one missing."

Li Qingxue chuckled, "Is it because I failed to rob a prostitute, that I killed Lord Song's youngest son? Mr. Xu, that's not what happened."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "If it were Miss Qin, maybe she would do this."

"Rareless!" Li Qingxue heard the words Qin Qing, and her eyebrows were raised: "Are you teaching me to do things?"

"I dare not, your highness, don't be angry," the old man quickly apologized.

Li Qingxue seemed to respect the old man beside her very much. She was half angry when she heard this and said coldly:

"I just don't want to make enemies with the Song family. Qin Qing acted recklessly and didn't know how much trouble he caused to Qin Gong, but this palace is different. Song Ciru is a high-ranking Minister of Rites. I don't want to cause trouble to my father because of this little thing. This is the difference between me and her."

As he said that, Li Qingxue suddenly laughed at herself: "As a princess, she is not as good as her to act recklessly based on her temperament. It's ridiculous..."

The old man said solemnly: "Your Highness is pretending to be the people of all over the country in Jiuzhou. This is not something Miss Qin can compare with."
Chapter completed!