Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

When Song Qingyu returned to the yard, he found Du Qingheng who had hurried back.

"Stop." Looking at Du Qingheng's clothes, which seemed to be the one they had changed yesterday, Song Qingyu frowned.

Hearing Song Qingyu's shout, Du Qingheng stopped, his face a little embarrassed, "Mother."

"Where did you go yesterday?" Song Qingyu's complexion was a little unpleasant, looking at Wu Qing under Du Qingheng's eyes, it seemed that he hadn't slept all night.

Du Qingheng hesitated, clutching the corners of his clothes, unable to say a word for a long time.

The anger in Song Qingyu's eyes was full, "I want to ask you something, where did you go yesterday!" She stretched out her hand and grabbed Du Qingheng's arm.

Lian Xin, who was standing by, was startled and said hurriedly, "Madam, what are you doing? The second lady... didn't go anywhere yesterday!"

Her eyes dodged, and she did not dare to look directly into Song Qingyu's eyes.

Seeing the strange behavior of the master and servant, Song Qingyu took a deep breath, "Come here! Drag this maid down and fight for me until the truth is told!"

As soon as she said this, Lian Xin's face suddenly turned pale, and she fell to her knees, "Madam, please forgive me!"

With some annoyance on Du Qingheng's face, he pulled the lotus heart up and looked at Song Qingyu directly, "What is this mother? Just ask your daughter, why bother to punish someone."

Song Qingyu looked at Du Qingheng's appearance, and there was an unnamed fire in his heart, "I have been lingering on the bed in recent days, and you have not seen you come to my room for a round. You haven't returned all night, what will it look like when you spread it out! Come to lie to me!"

She pointed to Lotus and said viciously.

Seeing Song Qingyu's appearance, Du Qingheng felt disdainful, but there were so many people in the yard. She whispered, "Mother, there are so many people here, let's move into the house."

Only then did Song Qingyu's anger dissipated a little, and he saw that the people around him were watching their positions from the corner of their eyes, and then he walked into the house.

When she entered the room, she patted the table and asked, "Say! Where have you been! These few days, you haven't seen you in Fuzhong day after day, and you still stay away all night. Are you killing me? !"

If Du Heng knew, I'm afraid it would not be as simple as getting angry.

How important is the reputation of his daughter's family, but Du Qingheng never returned.

Du Qingheng sat down calmly and let Lianxin pour a cup of tea. Lian Xin was scolded by Song Qingyu, and now she was a little trembling, looking at Song Qingyu's face.

This look completely annoyed Song Qingyu. She pulled Du Qingheng up and said, "You still have the face to drink tea! I can't ask where you are going now, can I?"

"Mother, what are you doing! It hurts me!" Du Qingheng wrinkled his brows and stared directly at Song Qingyu.

"Then tell me, where did you go!" Du Qingheng was still stubborn, Song Qingyu only felt a rush of anger, the one after another in this mansion made her breathless, but her children were unconscious. Heart.

"I will do something that mother can't do. What's wrong with me?" Du Qingheng shook Song Qingyu's hand away. Song Qingyu's center of gravity was unstable, and it took a few steps to stabilize his figure.

This tone and attitude completely disappointed Song Qingyu.

She looked at Du Qingheng with despair and said, "What do you mean? What is it that I can't do."

Du Qingheng gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing the marks on his arms. Song Qingyu slapped Du Qingheng's face with a slap.

"You rebellious son! You just ruined your body like this!" Song Qingyu's hands trembled a little. She had never spoken to Du Qingheng in such a heavy tone.

Feeling the pain on his face, Du Qingheng was taken aback for a moment, then he covered his face and looked at Song Qingyu in disbelief, "Mother, are you hitting me?"

"You ruined Qing's reputation like this, how do I explain to your father! How to explain to the empress!" Song Qingyu stomped anxiously, tears rolling in his eyes.

Du Qingheng stood up, "Mother, take a good look, what is this!"

Her voice was a little loud, she was obviously angry, and pulled out a small thing from her sleeve.

Song Qingyu took a deep breath, took the thing and saw that it was a folding fan. Moreover, it is a folding fan for men.

"What are you doing with this wild man's stuff! Don't throw it away!" Song Qingyu was about to throw the folding fan on the ground, but was caught by the lotus heart, "Madam, never!"

"No? Why not!" The two masters and servants were simply mad.

Du Qingheng looked at Song Qingyu's movements coldly, and said, "This is the Crown Prince's. If the mother is lost, then she will have to cut her head."

Suddenly, Song Qingyu's movements froze in place, she looked at Du Qingheng blankly, a little confused.

"I mean, I went to the Prince's Mansion last night." Du Qingheng's eyes were slightly sloppy. Song Qingyu was sick and ill these days, and it was useless at all, and even a little Du Xuechun could not deal with it.

Song Qingyu looked at the fan in his hand, and saw that the edges of the fan were all made of gold silk. This was only half a point.

As soon as she changed her attitude, her eyes lit up, "Heng'er, you mean, you and your Royal Highness..."

"Yes, my Royal Highness and I have a skin-to-skin relationship." Du Qingheng's face was flushed, and she felt heartbroken when she thought of Feng Xuanming's gentle face.

"This, this, what's going on?" Song Qingyu's tone was obviously joyful, but she didn't expect Du Qingheng to have such a great ability.

In the next second, Du Qingheng stroked his stomach and said, "Mother, in my stomach, there is already a child of His Royal Highness."

"What?" Song Qingyu was even more surprised, pulling Du Qingheng to look and look again, and saw that Du Qingheng's waist was still slender, and asked, "When is this happening?"

Du Qingheng sneered, "Since that day when I was not selected for the prince, I have been looking for opportunities to contact the prince. I don't believe that the prince was not interested in me. Later, just as my mother saw it."

"Surely it belongs to His Royal Highness?" Song Qingyu looked at Du Qingheng with a look of disbelief. Didn’t you always say that the prince had no intention of Du Qingheng? How come you have changed your attention now.

Du Qingheng nodded, but there was a hint of spicyness in his eyes, "If it weren't for the prince to get drunk that day, he would treat me as Du Xuechun..." When I thought of that day, I loved Feng Xuanming. Yu, what he shouted was actually the name of the disaster star, and Du Qingheng felt angry.

"What?" Song Qingyu's expression changed when he heard that Du Qingheng was using such a method. "In this way, does His Royal Highness not know that it is you?"

"How do I not know? Later I learned that His Royal Highness is an upright man who will naturally be responsible for me, so I gave me this folding fan as a souvenir, and waited for him to report the position of the emperor and the empress, the crown prince is mine. Now." Du Qingheng's eyes flashed with precision, in order to achieve his goal, these things are nothing.