Chapter 32 Is our Sang family really this poor?!

Summer rains come and go in a flash.

The Sang residence was flooded overnight.

Liu Jiao had just married into the Sang family and was required to pay her respects morning and evening. Every year, she was reminded that it might be a trap.

Liu Jiao rushed to pay her respects to her mother-in-law, Madam Song.

The Sang Mansion is a typical palace-style building with a wooden frame structure, consisting of a front hall and a rear room.

As soon as Liu Jiao entered her in-laws' courtyard, she saw Granny Song directing several maids to sweep water with large, flat-topped brooms.

Yes, there was too much flooding this summer.

She was in her home in Caocun Jiangnan, a region where it rains a lot, and she was sweeping water like this.

Fearing they would be late, just as they were about to walk into the inner room—

"Young Madam, you've always been raised in the countryside and you know some manual labor. Why don't you lend a hand?"

"Let's go see Madam after we've swept away the rain."

When Granny Song faced Liu Jiao, she showed a warm and friendly expression.

But inwardly he scoffed.

This was ordered by the mistress to give Liu Jiao, this wild girl, a taste of her power.

Let this country girl realize her place and teach her a lesson.

Before Liu Jiao could respond, he forcefully handed her a flat-top broom.

Seeing Liu Jiao slightly startled, she was forced to grip the broom—

Granny Song smiled charmingly.

In the end, Liu Jiao was still controlled by her.

"Sigh, I never imagined our family was so poor." In an instant, Liu Jiao suddenly sighed and said quietly.

For such a large family as the Sang family to need a new bride like her to sweep the rain instead of hiring maids, they must be facing some hardship! Their finances must be in dire straits…

After all, even the richest man in her village hired someone to sweep the rain.

Granny Song was dumbfounded.

What nonsense is this crazy girl spouting?

poverty?

She thought she had misheard.

The Sang family is the most prestigious family in Huajing City. The main Sang family alone consists of several hundred people, not to mention the branches, making them a family with a history of nearly a thousand years.

poverty……?

Granny Song hadn't heard this word in years.

She looked incredulously at Liu Jiao, who was excitedly insisting on sweeping away the rain.

Liu Jiao appeared quite forthright.

"Now that I've married into the Sang family and have a connection with them, I will definitely overcome this difficulty together with the Sang family. Let's do our best!"

Yesterday, when she saw people lifting the veil at the Sang family's house, she thought the Sang family was particularly wealthy.

Now it's been discovered that they were all all bark and no bite.

It's likely that the Sang family hired a day laborer yesterday to make a grand entrance for the first time they met their new daughter-in-law, not wanting to appear timid.

In reality, the household didn't even have enough maids for basic tasks.

well.

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Jiao picked up a flat-top broom and started sweeping the rain.

"Stop, stop, stop."

"What are you talking about?!"

"Young mistress, you have quite the tongue!" Granny Song's face turned ashen. She stopped Liu Jiao from sweeping the rain and instead snatched the flat-headed broom from her. "This old servant will take my leave now."

Liu Jiao was particularly enthusiastic, her bright, grape-like eyes sparkling: "It's okay, I can help..."

Granny Song glared and said, "Young Madam, please go back. The mistress is tired today and will not receive guests."

This country bumpkin is shameless!

Granny Song didn't want to argue with her anymore.

I'm afraid she'll say something crazy again.

If she talks nonsense today, tomorrow the rumors that the Sang family has gone bankrupt will probably be all over the capital.

Before Liu Jiao arrived, Song had already instructed that she should not see Liu Jiao.

Even if Liu Jiao obediently swept the rain, Song would make an excuse that she was tired and not call her.

Liu Jiao arrived in a daze and left in a daze.

Do you really not need her help?

Alas, wealthy families are still too concerned about saving face.

She's so obsessed with saving face that she suffers for it, just like her parents.

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Sang Ji has spies in the Sang family mansion.

Sang Ji frowned as his informant hurriedly reported that Liu Jiao had been harassed by Song Shi before handing over the ivory token to the eunuch.

He still has to meet the emperor in a while.

Sang Ji was already very tired.

But when the imperial eunuch announced his arrival, his eyes showed deep annoyance, and in the end, he turned and left decisively.

He stood up the emperor.

As soon as Sang Ji returned home, he went straight to Song's courtyard.

Based on his understanding of his mother, Madam Song, if she was determined to waste Liu Jiao's time, it would be impossible for her to extricate herself from the situation anytime soon.

Sang Ji moved with lightning speed, his face cold as he went to rescue the person.

A chill emanated from his entire body.

"Sang Ji! Didn't you knock before coming in?!"

“…Ji’er, what are you doing here?” Song was extremely displeased when the door was suddenly kicked open, and she looked up fiercely.

Upon seeing that it was Sang Ji, his first instinct was to reprimand her—

But then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his eyes darted around, and he softened his temper and changed his tone.

Sang Ji didn't address her or greet her. His phoenix eyes quickly scanned the surroundings of the room, sharp and not missing any clues.

However, Liu Jiao was nowhere to be seen.

He glanced at Madam Song, not even looking at her directly, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Liu Jiao?"

He gripped the sword in his left hand, as if about to draw it.

He is always decisive and efficient in his work.

When Song saw him touch the sword, she cried out in fright.

The deep impression Sang Ji had left on her suddenly flashed into her mind, and her body went weak:

"Ji'er, please don't do it!"

"Your new wife is quite formidable; I dare not waste my time."

Song said in a sarcastic tone.

Sang Ji's cold expression was terrifying: "Speak."

Madam Song cursed inwardly but smiled outwardly: "Ji'er, you'll see her when you go back to the main room."