Chapter 14 Her good husband is finally coming back

In Fushou Hall, Madam Lin, who had been waiting for good news for a long time, gradually lost her patience and grabbed the teacup at hand and smashed it to the ground.

Aunt Zhang, who had been dozing against the door frame, suddenly woke up and blurted out, "He's back!"

"What the hell." Madam Lin stood up suddenly with a gloomy face, "Call Zhou Shi, come with me to Lingxi Pavilion.

I want to see if this whore has nine lives!"

There were two groups of people coming before and after her. Even if she was escorted by people from Prince Jin's Palace, she would not be able to come back unscathed.

Her son was just buried yesterday, and that night she couldn't bear the loneliness and went out to have an affair. Such a fickle and despicable person should have been gagged and dragged away and beaten to death.

The daughter of the family had done something so immoral that, let alone asking for a dowry, it would be a relief for them if she didn't ask the Yongchuan Marquis' Mansion for an explanation.

Old Madam Lin was feeling proud, but the smile on her face abruptly stopped the moment she stepped out of the door and saw Song Yanxi.

Her face immediately darkened. "Why are you running around so early in the morning instead of staying in your room?"

Song Yanxi turned slightly to make it easier for Old Lady Lin to see the bamboo stick holding the tray behind her.

"I heard that my mother-in-law was so sad that she didn't sleep all night. Yan Xi went to the small kitchen to stew some rice porridge to nourish her stomach. I hope my mother-in-law takes care of herself. Her health is very important."

Madam Lin twitched her lips and asked uncertainly, "Did you cook rice porridge?"

Song Yanxi nodded hurriedly, speaking earnestly, "Mother-in-law has been distressed these past few days because of my husband's affairs. She has lost her appetite and has lost a lot of weight. She needs to take good care of herself."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhuzhi considerately handed the tray forward.

The rice porridge was steaming, and the bowl used to serve the porridge was a porcelain bowl that looked as ordinary as it could be.

Madam Lin was so angry that she laughed. She raised her hand fiercely and knocked over the bowl of porridge. She said angrily, "Song Yanxi, you are so good. You hid in the house and secretly drank the bird's nest, and then you turned around and gave me a bowl of broken porridge as a filial gift, right?"

"Be careful, girl!" Zhuzhi anticipated her actions and quickly protected Song Yanxi and took two steps back.

The tray that was thrown out hit Mrs. Lin's instep squarely.

The old lady's expression changed immediately, and her whole face wrinkled in pain.

"You little bitch, how dare you hurt the old lady!" A gleam of light flashed in Nanny Zhang's eyes, and she rushed forward to raise her hand to hit her with the bamboo stick.

Song Yanxi moved even faster. She lightly grasped Aunt Zhang's wrist with her bare hands and gave it a gentle push. Then she turned her wrist and gave her a loud slap.

"You blind old thing, I think your life has really come to an end. You even broke the porcelain bowl given to you by the current emperor! Tell me, what are your intentions?"

Upon hearing that it was the emperor's personal bestowal, Madam Lin's legs almost gave way and she knelt down.

She stared at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground suspiciously, unwilling to believe it.

Putting aside the material of this bowl, for a respectable family, it would be disrespectful not to place the gift from the emperor on an incense table, so how could they just use it to serve porridge?

Convinced that Song Yanxi was using this as an excuse to exaggerate, Madam Lin was furious, her eyes filled with resentment as she spoke, "Song, you're usually unfilial to your mother-in-law and at odds with your sisters-in-law, but now you're so brazen as to lie about the gift bestowed upon you by the Emperor. Do you have any respect for propriety, or for His Majesty?"

"The second lady even scolded the old lady for being blind!" said Nanny Zhang, covering her face.

Hearing this, the murderous intent in the old lady's eyes seemed to solidify into substance.

Song Yanxi gave a look, took two steps forward, and slapped Aunt Zhang hard on the face.

She gritted her teeth and gathered all her strength, wishing she could jump up and fight.

Old Madam Lin was shaking with anger.

Anger was evident on Song Yanxi's pretty face. "When His Majesty first ascended the throne, he remembered my grandfather's suffering from hunger and cold during his military campaigns, so he gifted him a set of bowls and dishes.

On the day I got married, my grandfather only spared me one, but I never expected Mammy to ruin it! With so many people watching, Mammy not only refused to acknowledge it, but also tried to sow discord between me and my mother-in-law. What was her intention?

Song Yanxi spoke in a steady tone, and Mrs. Lin was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Before she could make a move, Song Yanxi's beautiful eyebrows knitted together as she spoke to herself, "Destroying the imperial gift is a serious crime. The lightest punishment is beating with a stick, the worst is confiscation of property and exile..."

She stopped at the right moment, looking at Old Madam Lin hesitantly, wanting to say something.

Seeing her gloomy expression, which didn't seem like a joke, Madam Lin felt a chill down her spine and blurted out, "This matter has nothing to do with me."

Song Yanxi just looked at her without saying anything.

But the look between her eyebrows clearly reminded Mrs. Lin that she was the one who broke the things.

If she doesn't want to take the blame, she has to find a suitable scapegoat.

Old Madam Lin gritted her teeth. That little bitch Song Yanxi wasn't dead yet, and her son couldn't bring Princess Shihan home yet. If the palace knew that she had broken the imperial gift...

Madam Lin looked at Aunt Zhang, who was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation. A hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and she ordered in a cold voice, "Come here, drag this fool away who dared to destroy the imperial gift and beat him up!"

Things that are more likely to cause trouble than to help are useless to keep.

Until she was dragged out by two guards, Nanny Zhang still suspected that she was hallucinating because of the slap, and believed that she must have been hit by a bamboo stick.

Realizing she was in the wrong, she begged for mercy in a hurry. The old lady, whom she had served for many years, said impatiently, "Shut your mouth and drag you away to be beaten. Don't dirty my yard."

Song Yanxi knew that Madam Lin was cruel and ruthless, but she didn't expect that she was even more cruel to the people around her.

Meeting her gaze, Madam Lin said with a forced smile, "Good girl, if you have nothing else to do, go back and rest. Mother is still waiting for you to recover and continue to manage the household affairs."

Song Yanxi covered her lips and coughed twice, not even bothering to say any polite words. She bowed falsely, turned around and left with the bamboo branch.

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Tired after a whole night, Song Yanxi returned to Lingxi Pavilion and fell into a deep sleep.

Rarely, she dreamed of her first encounter with Lin Tingfeng.

The starving victims rushed over and stopped the carriage. It was him who stepped forward bravely, wearing a white robe and riding on a tall horse. He looked so handsome and heroic that he seemed like a god descending to earth.

When she saw that face clearly again, Song Yanxi no longer felt any excitement in her heart, only nausea.

She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but when she opened her eyes she realized it was just a dream.

"Crack!" A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

Zhu Yu opened the curtain and came in. Seeing that Song Yanxi was awake, she hurriedly asked, "Are you hungry, young lady? There's chicken soup simmering on the stove in the small kitchen. It's just right to drink a sip to warm you up in this weather."

Song Yanxi shook her head, having no appetite at all.

Zhu Yu's face was full of worry. "How can the girl not eat? How about a piece of cake to fill her stomach?"

As she was speaking, Zhuzhi, who had covered his head with his hands, hurried in and said with a smile, "You woke up at the right time, young lady. I have something interesting to tell you."

Zhu Yu glared at her angrily, "The girl hasn't eaten yet."

Song Yanxi asked directly: "What happened to Fushoutang?"

Zhuzhi came closer to her and lowered his voice, saying, "Miss, your guess is correct. I don't know what happened to the old lady just now. She locked herself in the room and beat and smashed things. The servants in the yard didn't dare to get close to her.

When it was finally quiet inside, the maids and servants went in to take a look and found the man lying on the ground, having fainted from anger.

Zhu Yu felt strange and asked, "Do you know what it is?"

"Who knows? Maybe she's done so much evil that even God can't stand it and wants to take her away."

Unlike the two people who were curious, Song Yanxi was unprecedentedly calm after listening.

Her good husband is finally coming back.