Chapter 956 What Are You Going to Do?

Song Lang frowned and said nothing.

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

Song Lang glanced at Old Yuan and said in a low voice, "Go to the secret room first, and discuss this matter later."

The group avoided the secret room, and Qianhua and Qianfang had already been sent in first.

Seeing the familiar figure approaching him step by step, Prince Qian Hua struggled to sit up and looked at Song Lang eagerly, his voice trembling slightly, and there was a hint of weakness.

"Song Lang-"

Song Lang's cool eyes fell on him, paused for a moment, then moved away, his face expressionless.

Immediately, a guard moved the chair behind Song Lang.

Song Lang sat down, took out a volume of books, and slowly flipped through it.

Qianhua looked at Song Lang resentfully. Why was he so indifferent and didn't even want to look at him?

"Song Lang, our friendship for so many years has just ended?"

Song Lang smiled coldly, his eyes always on the book: "Friendship? In the eyes of you people, is there still friendship?"

Qianhua was stunned. In terms of friendship, Song Lang's father was also his father's companion. He grew up with his father since childhood, and he and his father were also called brothers and brothers.

But the result?

When the father emperor ordered the extermination of the Song family, he did not soften his heart at all.

Qian Hua stared at Song Lang: "But me, my father and I are always different."

"Different? Of course it's different. You are only a prince now, not an emperor." Song Lang sneered, but his heart ached.

After being silent for a while, Qianhua finally spoke again: "Song Lang, what are you going to do?"

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

Qianhua asked again: "Qianfang, you really don't care? Want to watch her die?"

Song Lang remained silent.

Qianhua's mood suddenly became agitated, and her voice rose a little: "You refuse to leave the capital until now, because of her."

Song Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, he slowly raised his eyes, looked at Qian Hua coldly, and waited for his next words.

Qianhua snorted coldly: "For Baizhi, right? If it wasn't for her, you would have left Kyoto long ago now."

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

Qianhua continued: "For a woman, you don't even care about your life? You know that staying here, you will always worry about your life, but you are still reluctant to leave. What? She is so good?"

Song Lang finally put down the book, stood up from his chair, and walked to Qian Hua's couch step by step, staring at his pale and weak face. Word by word: "Yes, I am for her."

Qianhua said anxiously, "Is she that good?"

Song Lang simply nodded: "Yes, she is that good."

"So good that you can even risk your life?"

Song Lang sneered: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Qianhua didn't know what he wanted to say either, and his heart was in chaos and pain.

He suddenly looked at the couch with the gauze curtain hanging down not far away, pointed to the other end and said, "Qianfang didn't even want her life for you, so how did you treat her?" Also don't even want his life for him?

Why did the two brothers fall into his hands?

Song Lang sneered: "So what? My father fought for your father for more than ten years, but who is your father now relying on? But what happened to my father in the end?"

"It's not what you pay for, you can get the same return, Prince Qianhua, you should grow up."

After saying that, Song Lang turned around, went back to the chair and sat down, picking up the book again.