Chapter 955 - What are you going to do?

Song Lang frowned but said nothing.

After a while, another guard came to report: “Master, those people are coming.”

Song Lang looked at Old Yuan and said in a low voice: “Let’s go to the secret room first and discuss this matter.”

A group of people decided to enter the secret room. Qian Hua and Qian Fang had been sent in first.

Seeing a familiar figure walking in step by step, Prince Qian Hua struggled to sit up and looked at Song Lang eagerly. His voice slightly trembled. And there was a trace of weakness.

“Song Lang——”

Song Lang’s cold gaze fell on him and stared at him for a while, but then moved away, expressionless.

A guard quickly then moved a chair behind Song Lang.

Song Lang sat down, took out a book, and slowly flipped through it.

Qian Hua looked at Song Lang with bitterness. Why was he so cold and didn’t even bother to look at him?

“Song Lang, has our friendship for so many years been so broken?”

Song Lang coldly smiled, but didn’t move his eyes away on the book: “Friendship? In the eyes of people like you, is there friendship?”

Qian Hua was stunned. Talking about friendship, Song Lang’s father and his imperial father were also friends. The two of them grew up close together since they were little kids.

But what was the result?

When his imperial father ordered the annihilation of the Song family, he didn’t even show any hesitation.

Prince Qianhua felt heavy but still say to Song Lang: “But I and my imperial father are different.”

“Different? Of course, you are different. You are only the prince now, not the emperor.” Song Lang sneered, but his heart ached.

After a long silence, Prince Qianhua spoke again: “Song Lang, what do you want to do?”

Song Lang ignored him, his eyes were always on the book.

Qian Hua asked again: “Qian Fang, don’t you really care about her? Do you really just want to watch her die?”

Song Lang remained silent.

Qian Hua suddenly became agitated and his voice rose a little higher: “You are not willing to leave the capital it’s because of her, right?”

Song Lang’s eyes slightly squinted. He slowly looked up and coldly stared at Qian Hua while waiting for his later words.

Qian Hua snorted: “For Bai Zhi, right? If it wasn’t for her, you would have left the capital long ago.”

Song Lang just looked at him coldly and didn’t answer.

Qian Hua continued “For a woman, you don’t even care about your life? You know that continue staying here will endanger your life. So why? Is she that good?”

Song Lang finally put down the book, got up from the chair, and walked to Qian Hua’s couch step by step. Then with a pale face, he said word by word: “Yes, I’m doing this because of her.”

Qian Hua said anxiously: “Is she that good?”

Song Lang simply nodded: “Yes, she is so good.”

“So good that you can ignore your life?”

Song Lang sneered: “What on earth do you want to say?”

Qian Hua didn’t know what he was trying to say, but he was upset and felt hurt.

He suddenly looked at the bed with a curtain not far away, pointed his finger at it, and said: “Qian Fang didn’t even want her life for you, but what did you do to her?” Didn’t he also ignore his life for him?

So why the two of them have been planted in his hands?

Song Lang sneered: “So what? My father has been fighting on the battlefield for your imperial father for more than 10 years so that he could sit firmly on that throne. But what happened to my father in the end?”

“Not because you give something means you can get the same thing in return. Prince Qian Hua, you should grow up.”

After that, Song Lang turned around, sat down in the chair, and picked up the book again.