The banquet for Song Zhen's family reunion was held in a very grand manner. Princess Jia Hua personally performed the coming-of-age ceremony for Song Zhen once again, personally inserting the crown that had been prepared in advance.

"The princess has finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel," someone advised.

Princess Jia Hua's smile deepened as she held one hand in each of their hands: "Yes, I can die without regrets now."

Guests gathered in large numbers. To celebrate Song Zhen's return, Princess Jiahua held a grand banquet that lasted for three days and also distributed porridge outside the city for half a month.

The banquet didn't quiet down until evening.

After the guests left.

Princess Jia Hua's calm face gradually revealed anger as she looked at Song Zhen: "Jinglan Courtyard was personally arranged by A Yue, go and take a look."

Song Zhen knew this was an attempt to get her away.

He nodded.

Song Yue was also sent away.

The huge room suddenly fell silent.

The old lady was breathing heavily. She had been on tenterhooks all day, but in the end, she could not escape this calamity. She stood up and said, "Princess, blame me. It was I who tacitly approved of their actions."

Some things can't be denied, so it's better to be straightforward.

Princess Jiahua sat at the head of the table, her fingertips lightly tapping the table, and raised her chin slightly: "Bring Yuan Fuling here."

"yes."

A moment later, Yuan Fuling arrived, covered in injuries.

She lay on the ground in fear and unease, looking up at the person sitting in the center. The atmosphere was somewhat somber, and she cast a pleading look at Song Kaifeng.

Song Kaifeng jumped to his feet; "If you want to kill me or torture me, just say so. Stop torturing me and give me a quick death!"

Princess Jia Hua's eyes flashed with ruthlessness: "If it's for money, I won't hold you accountable for a single word. What have your children done wrong that you have to torment them like this?"

Feeling guilty, Song Kaifeng looked away. How could he have known that Princess Jiahua would return in his lifetime?

“I remember the old master also contributed a lot back then, didn’t he?” Princess Jia Hua suddenly sneered, which made the old lady feel a chill down her spine: “You, what exactly do you want to do? The person is dead, that should be enough.”

Princess Jia Hua said, "Guards, go and dig up the old master's ancestral grave. I want him reduced to ashes!"

"yes."

"Princess!" The old lady panicked: "Princess, this is absolutely not allowed! The old master was unaware of this. Why do you need to dig up the grave to vent your anger? Isn't this immoral? Just consider it as doing good deeds for the two children."

Princess Jia Hua suddenly rebuked, "The Grand Madam should have ended her own life the day I returned, instead of lingering here. When Yue'er returned, did you ever protect her even once?"

"I..." The old lady's body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, covering her face and weeping bitterly, her words filled with remorse: "I was senile. I should have protected Yue'er. I have let her down."

Princess Jiahua was tired of hearing these words and had become accustomed to the Grand Madam's hypocrisy. She gave a cold snort, which scared the Grand Madam into shutting up.

Princess Jia Hua then came to Yuan Fu Ling.

Yuan Fuling trembled all over: "Your Highness, Princess..."

"Break her legs for me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the Imperial Guards stepped forward, and the wooden sticks fell. A scream pierced the air as both of Yuan Fuling's legs were broken. She fainted from the pain.

The Imperial Guards then used another method to wake the person up.

Yuan Fuling's face turned pale, and she kept begging for mercy: "Princess, spare me! I know I was wrong. Please have mercy and spare me."

Princess Jia Hua's lips curled into a cold smile as her gaze fell on Song Mao.

At this moment, Song Mao stood there blankly, nervously swallowing, not daring to look back at Princess Jia Hua.

"Fifty slaps!" Princess Jia Hua ordered.

Before Song Mao could react, someone grabbed his arm, pinned him to the spot, and slapped him hard across the face.

With a series of cracking sounds, it was soon covered in blood.

Fan Lianyi panicked and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy: "Princess, hit me instead, it's all my fault."

Unexpectedly, Princess Jia Hua did not lay a finger on Fan Lianyi. Instead, she ordered someone to slap Old Madam Fan fifty times as punishment for her daughter's poor upbringing.

"Princess!" Fan Lianyi hurriedly knelt on the ground and moved towards Princess Jiahua: "Princess, my mother is old and cannot withstand the punishment. Please have mercy and spare her."

Princess Jiahua ignored her and, seeing that Yuan Fuling had woken up, she instructed, "Go to the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and have the Second Miss come back to attend to Aunt Yuan's illness."

"Princess!" Yuan Fuling exclaimed anxiously.

Princess Jia Hua, too lazy to listen to their rambling, waved her hand and ordered everyone to be taken away.

After a short while, I finally got some peace and quiet.

Killing these people would be incredibly easy, but how could she possibly vent the hatred in her heart?

die?

dream!

...

Jinglan Academy

Looking at the scene in the courtyard, Song Zhen could tell that it was all carefully designed, with a clear separation between movement and stillness, and no noise or disturbance. Even the fish in the pond were swimming happily.

"A-Yue," he called softly.

Song Yue looked up. Although it was her first time meeting her brother, she felt an incredible sense of closeness, something she couldn't experience when she was with Song Mao.

Song Zhen patted her head: "You've suffered."

Song Yue shook her head: "I'm fine, so there's no need for you to feel guilty, brother. I don't blame you. As long as you're safe and sound, I'm content."

Compared to her own suffering, Song Zhen also had a lot of grievances.

Moreover, Song Zhen's body was thinner than that of a normal man, and his face was pale. Song Yue quietly grasped Song Zhen's sleeve, and her expression changed slightly when her fingertips traced his pulse.

“I crawled out of the mass grave and was unconscious for many years. My body was too weak. I begged Princess Shen to send someone to look for you in secret, but to no avail. The people from the Duke of Jing’s mansion said that you were no longer alive.” Song Zhen pulled her to sit down. Song Zhen had just woken up then. After learning the news, she was ashen-faced, filled with guilt and self-blame.

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