"Squeak——"
Qiu Rong squatted in the corner of the dark room, putting her arms on her knees in a daze.
The sudden sound of the door opening made Qiu Rong feel like a frightened beast. The hair on her body instantly stood up and she became nervous.
"who!"
Qiu Rong couldn't see clearly the appearance of the man standing at the door. She could only vaguely tell that this seemed to be the guard who always followed Prince Rong.
"Oh, is Prince Rong finally determined to kill me?"
"Now that you've decided, please do it quickly!"
"Give me a quickie!"
Huo Qi said coldly: "The prince said that he never kills women."
"If you have anything to say, go and tell the prince yourself!"
After saying that, Huo Qi grabbed Qiu Rong from the ground like an eagle catching a chicken.
Even though Qiu Rong kept resisting and struggling, it was still to no avail against the strong Huo Qi.
"Let go! I want you to let go!"
"I don't know anything, I'm just an ordinary maid serving tea in front of the emperor!"
"If the prince wants to kill, then kill him; if he wants to chop, then chop him into pieces!"
"If you ask anything else, I don't know anything!"
Qiu Rong's eyes widened with anger, and it seemed that she had really made up her mind and was not going to say anything.
Even when she was in front of Song Huan, she still held her neck firmly, as if she was not afraid that Song Huan would send someone to chop her.
Looking at Qiu Rong's expression of resignation, Song Huan actually found it a little funny.
"You are a girl, you are always beating, killing, shouting for life and death, you are so quiet!"
"Your sister has a good personality. She is sweet, cute, gentle and virtuous. She is just like a cute girl."
Qiu Rong snorted: "My sister doesn't have a good temper, but you've never seen her stubborn..."
"Wait, my sister?"
Qiu Rong had just finished speaking when she immediately realized something was wrong.
"How do you know I have a sister?!"
Song Huan deliberately looked cold and ruthless: "As long as it is what I want to know, I will naturally find a way to know it."
"So from now on, you'd better think carefully about how to reply before talking to me!"
Qiu Rong's wide eyes were filled with resentment and anger, but Song Huan's words made her shut her mouth tightly!
At this moment, she finally understood that she had no choice.
Seeing the tears welling up in the corners of Qiu Rong's eyes, Song Huan suddenly felt that he looked like a cruel villain.
In order to pry the little girl's mouth open, she would do anything and even use her family members to threaten her!
This is not proper animal behavior, what is it?
Even Song Huan himself couldn't help but cursed himself in his heart!
There is no way, this girl's mouth is too strict.
You can't pry it open without some tough tactics!
Song Huan, like Qiu Rong in front of him, had no other choice but to temporarily act as a villain.
"You started working at Ochaji a year ago."
"Since then, have you started working for Song Liang secretly?"
Qiu Rong frowned tightly, as if she was worried about something so important that she couldn't speak.
"Your Highness, I realize my mistake!"
"My slave was guilty before. No matter how you punish me, I will never complain!"
"But my slave's sister is innocent!"
"Please open your eyes and let my sister go!"
Qiu Rong in front of her was extremely sad, and the expression on her face was almost pleading.
Compared with the tough attitude before, it can be said that they are completely different.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then frowned fiercely and said: "I said, before you speak again, you'd better think carefully about what you should say!"
Qiu Rong was afraid of what Song Huan would do to her sister, so she quickly explained: "No, no, no!"
"Your Highness, calm down!"
"My slave has no other intentions!"
"I just want to know if my sister is still safe..."
Song Huan said coldly: "If you continue to play tricks in front of me, I can't guarantee the safety of your sister."
"Do you understand?"
"I know... I know!" Qiu Rong raised her hand to wipe her tears, as if she was really frightened by Song Huan, "I must have told you everything I knew!"
"I have been poor since I was a child. A few years ago, my father became seriously ill and passed away."
"My mother really can't raise two daughters by herself, so I came to the capital with my uncle to make a living."
"Three years ago, I was singing with my uncle on the street and was spotted by the third prince who happened to be passing by."
"So the third prince asked the eunuch Lin Bao to take over the slave and secretly train the slave so that the slave can be used by him in the future."
Mentioning Lin Bao, Qiu Rong frowned in disgust as if she was talking about some disgusting monster.
Song Huan did not notice anything strange about Qiu Rong and continued: "What did the third prince train you for?"
Qiu Rong lowered her head in shame: "Actually..."
"In the past three years, the third prince has never had direct contact with any slave."
"The third prince always lets his personal eunuch Lin Bao come into contact with his slaves. As for what Lin Bao teaches his slaves..."
"It's nothing more than the rules of the palace, as well as reading and writing, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, etc."
Song Liang was indeed careful enough, and he never had direct contact with these informants.
No wonder Song Yu and Song De have not found any clues in these years!
But Song Huan was a little curious: "You are just a maid serving tea in front of the emperor. It is enough to teach you the rules and how to read."
"Song Liang went to such great lengths to teach you chess, calligraphy and painting?"
Qiu Rong's face was both shy and embarrassed: "They not only have to teach the slaves piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also tell the slaves the Lord's preferences one by one, so that the slaves must be familiar with them."
"Including what kind of tea the Holy Lord likes to drink, what kind of aromatherapy..."
Hearing this, Song Huan suddenly opened his eyes!
Good guy!
How is Song Liang cultivating his informants?
I am afraid that I will give Emperor Liang some more beautiful and young concubines!
After all, if you were spying on Emperor Liang, how could it be more realistic to give Emperor Liang a piece of cake?
If Emperor Liang hadn't been strong enough, Song Huan would have had many beautiful little mothers now!
Thinking of this, Song Huan couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
It can only be said that Song Liang played a high-end game.
Song Huan expressed his admiration!
"Ahem..."
"Well, how do you usually report to Song Liang?"
"What is the content of the report?"
Qiu Rong said: "Some people report to Lin Bao in the imperial garden every night when they are ugly."
"And the slaves have to return to the Imperial Tea Department from the Imperial Study Room every morning after court."
"Lin Bao will be waiting for your servant on this road, and your servant can tell you who the Lord has seen and what he has said since his morning visit."
"It's just that when the Holy One is discussing political affairs, slaves are not allowed to enter and serve."
"So, this servant can only record who the Lord has seen, and whether they are happy or angry."
"As for the others, I can only make a rough guess."
