Chapter 465 Oh! She is good at playing the victim

Noticing that Mrs. Qiu had become nervous for a moment, Song Yanxi hurriedly explained, "I'm just too curious and want to hear something interesting. If you don't want to talk about it, just pretend I never mentioned it."

Hearing this, Madam Qiu looked embarrassed, "It's not that I don't want to tell you.

But this is someone else's family affair, and it concerns their reputation, so I really don't know how to start."

When it comes to reputation, it doesn't refer to Lin Tingxuan.

After all, because of the commotion she caused yesterday, the people in the capital who were originally unaware of the scandal also knew about it, and the general's mansion even released news in the middle of the night that she had died of illness.

With Lin Tingfeng's skills, I'm afraid that all traces of her existence in the Lin family tree have been completely erased.

How could a man who was going to be a general or a prime minister in the future tolerate such a big stain in his family?

Could it be Zhou?

Song Yanxi's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

She had someone send her a letter this morning, saying that she was pregnant and that she was now in charge of the general's mansion's finances, so she could rest assured.

Could it be that something unexpected happened in the meantime?

Seeing Song Yanxi's bad face, Madam Qiu gritted her teeth and said, "After all, Wang Lin hates the Lin family so much that she will spread this matter to everyone in a few days. It doesn't matter if I tell you in advance."

She glanced at Qiu Ling, who immediately said, "I'll be coming of age after the Chinese New Year next year, and I won't be a child anymore."

After she finished speaking, she continued, "If mother refuses to tell me, I will go back tomorrow and ask father."

Mrs. Qiu immediately glared at her and cursed her as a debt collector, but still allowed her to sit down and listen.

She warned: "I'm going to say this upfront. You can listen, but you can't tell anyone else what I'm saying.

Especially the girl from the Xu family, even if our relationship becomes more advanced in the future, we must never tell anyone about it."

Qiu Ling looked bewildered. "Why? I think Sister Ruyue is pretty good."

"What do you think?" Mrs. Qiu tapped her forehead, and said with a look of dismay, "Even if it was a weasel that came to steal our chickens, you would still think it was kind.

I just want to ask you one question, can you agree to it?"

Qiu Ling nodded hurriedly and urged, "Mom, please stop keeping us in suspense and tell us now. I will definitely not tell anyone."

She took Song Yanxi's arm and said affectionately, "Please tell me quickly. My sister is very tired after a busy day. Let her rest early after you finish telling her."

"You're the only one who's talkative. Why isn't your sister Yanxi as talkative as you?"

Mrs. Qiu sighed softly as she spoke, "Speaking of which, this is actually an old story that happened more than ten years ago.

"Yan Xi, when you were at the Lin family, you probably heard Madam Lin scolding General Lin Zhongquan in front of you, didn't you?"

Song Yanxi nodded and said politely, "She is a woman who raised three children alone in the capital. Life is really difficult."

"Oh! She's really good at playing the victim."

Mrs. Qiu couldn't help but roll her eyes. "She only talked about her own difficulties. Why didn't she mention why Lin Zhongquan was so cruel in the first place, abandoning her who had just given birth and fleeing to southern Xinjiang?"

Qiu Ling hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Mrs. Qiu paused, and said with some difficulty, "I really don't want to dirty your ears by talking about such immoral things."

From her attitude, Song Yanxi vaguely saw some clues.

The only thing that could be considered immoral and caused Lin Zhongquan to flee to southern Xinjiang in anger was that incident, which happened more than ten years ago.

Mrs. Qiu sighed softly, "Yanxi, you guessed it too, right?"

Song Yanxi nodded and asked carefully, "Aunt, do you know who that person is?"

"How could I know such a secret matter so clearly?"

Mrs. Qiu was also puzzled as she spoke, and asked in confusion, "No matter how worthless Lin Zhongquan was, he was still the General of Zhenyuan. I wonder which lustful person, who deserves to be cut into pieces, dared to cuckold him.

"That He is also foolish. Not only did she do such a thing, but she even dared to give birth to the child in her belly. How could Lin Zhongquan tolerate this?"

When mentioning Lin Zhongquan, Mrs. Qiu was also full of anger.

She took Song Yanxi's hand and said earnestly, "When our Majesty was fighting for the throne, Lin Zhongquan was not among the first group of followers, and his contributions were only minor.

Not to mention your grandfather, even Duke Jingguo, who is now ill and resting in the Duke's Mansion to recuperate, is still far behind him."

Qiu Ling smacked his lips and said with some disdain, "If such a person could become a general, my brother would have gotten one long ago."

"Stop talking nonsense." Mrs. Qiu glared at her before continuing.

"This man comes from the countryside. Although he is not good at civil or military strategy, he is good at scheming and will please Your Majesty.

He also often used small favors to win over a group of people to be loyal to him, and when the merits of the founding of the country were distributed, he was given the title of General Zhenyuan.

The more Song Yanxi listened, the stronger the sense of familiarity in her heart became.

Isn’t this the current General Lin Tingfeng?

She didn't know whether he flattered her or not, but she saw clearly how he won people's hearts and used small favors to coax others to work for him when she was still by his side.

For this purpose, he even specially prepared a booklet.

The name, hometown, number of relatives in the family of the person who can be used, and even the fact that the other party's sister-in-law had just added a new baby to the family at the beginning of the year are all recorded on it.

It's obvious what he wants to do.

Thinking back to the great General Zhenyuan who had never returned to the capital but was very likely to have everything under control, Song Yanxi felt only mockery.

Meeting Mrs. Qiu's hesitant eyes, she couldn't help but sneer, "Like father, like son."

I wonder how much of Lin Zhongquan’s influence was involved in Lin Tingfeng’s “heroic rescue of the beauty”.

Hearing this, Mrs. Qiu couldn't help sighing.

She opened her mouth, but was afraid that she would speak too bluntly and make Song Yanxi sad.

But if she didn't say it, she would feel very suffocated.

Qiu Ling knew her own mother well, so she winked at her and said, "Mom, it's getting late, it's time for me to go to bed."

Seeing her sitting there and refusing to move, Song Yanxi had nothing to understand.

She said, "Aunt, please ask whatever you want to know."

Qiu Ling said: "My mother doesn't want to!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Qiu flicked her forehead with her finger. The pain made her cover her forehead with her hands and tears welled up in her eyes.

She quickly took Song Yanxi's arm and said coquettishly: "Sister, mother is too fierce, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Before she could refuse, she added, "If you don't care about me, she will definitely beat me up!"

Mrs. Qiu's eyes widened. When had she ever hit this girl?

She was the daughter she had risked her life for and had gone through a journey before the King of Hell before finally giving birth to. She was in so much pain that how could she bear to hit her?

At most, he would twist her ears or tap her forehead, but he was reluctant to use any strength.

Qiu Ling leaned on Song Yanxi's shoulder, winked at her, and mouthed, "My brother."