Chapter 536 Don’t Call Me Madam, It’s Disgusting

Song Huai'en couldn't believe his ears. He pinched his thigh and his face twisted in pain.

Realizing that he was not hallucinating, he was furious and said, "She wants a divorce, but she's dreaming. I can't even write her a letter of divorce."

He stared at Song Yanxi with a gloomy look and said word by word: "Tell Yan Qing, she can forget it.

Even if she dies, she will still be the wife of the Yongchuan Marquisate."

Song Yanxi curled the corners of her lips and kindly reminded him, "The last General Lin who said that to me is now lying in bed recovering from his injuries."

"How dare you touch this marquis?" Song Huai'en sneered, "Your Majesty dislikes unfilial people the most. If you dare to bear the crime of disobedience and unfilial piety,

Not to mention marrying into the Jin Prince's mansion as a concubine, even becoming a concubine for the Jin Prince is probably out of the question."

Song Yanxi just looked at him and smiled without saying anything.

When it comes to unfilial people, how can he have the nerve to say that about others?

Understanding the disdain in her eyes, Song Huai'en was so angry that his face trembled. He suppressed his anger and said, "Yan Xi, I will pretend that I have never heard of those nonsense.

Be a good boy and you will still be your father's good daughter."

These words were full of hypocrisy, and even he himself felt uncomfortable listening to them.

Looking at his flattering face, Song Yanxi moved her lips and uttered two words.

"see a visitor out."

The two servants were too lazy to be polite with Song Huai'en. They grabbed his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him out without saying a word.

Song Huai'en suddenly became anxious and blurted out, "Yan Xi, if you have anything to say, we can discuss it properly.

Baozhu is proficient in everything from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If she can win favor in front of the eldest princess, it will also bring honor to you, her elder sister, right?"

Seeing the two servants marching on without stopping, Song Huai'en said anxiously, "I can write a divorce letter!"

He was only two steps away from being dragged out the door.

Breaking free from the two servants' grip, Song Huai'en strode up to Song Yanxi and angrily said, "Look at you, how can you be a daughter?"

Song Yanxi asked back, "A daughter is filial only when her father is kind. Where is your kindness?"

Knowing he couldn't win the argument, and also fearing she'd have him thrown out again if they didn't agree, Song Huai'en said coldly, "You can ask me to write the divorce papers, but apart from the original property in the Yongchuan Marquisate, I want half of the property under your mother's name."

"Can."

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Song Yanxi looked at Yan Qing who came in from the door and quickly stood up, completely losing the aura that had made her dare to kill her father just now.

She even felt a little guilty, worried that her mother would blame her for using chicken feathers as a token of authority and forcing Song Huai'en to write a divorce letter.

In the past six months, he has been using the cover of the Princess's Mansion to take benefits from countless people, but he only took the money and did not do anything.

Now, outside the Lotus Garden, there must be someone waiting, ready to block him and force him to pay back the money.

No one's money comes from the wind. The four of them have been squandering money recklessly these days. Even if they sell themselves, it would not be enough to buy so much real money.

Once someone is pushed into a corner, he can file a lawsuit with Shuntian Prefecture and even take away the title of Marquis of Yongchuan.

Song Huai'en today is like a tumor that may burst at any time.

She didn't want to wait until he was imprisoned and then go to the jail to get the divorce papers.

unlucky!

Yan Qing walked in quickly, went straight to Song Yanxi, held her hand, and told her his attitude with his actions.

Looking at Yan Qing, who was so stingy as to not even give him a glance, Song Huai'en couldn't help but look unhappy.

He reminded her coldly, "Madam, don't forget your current identity."

"Identity?" Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes cold as he said, "I am not the one who would lose my dignity by throwing a tantrum in front of the people of the capital."

Song Huai'en's face turned pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of you that this unfilial daughter of yours doesn't even know how to open the door..."

Yan Qing interrupted him and asked jokingly, "You keep saying Yan Xi is unfilial, but now you want to come before this unfilial daughter?"

Song Huai'en's face flushed red, and he stiffened his neck and said, "I am her biological father. Between family members, how can I ask for help?"

He looked at Yan Qing's cold face, feeling it was completely different from what he saw that day. He said sadly, "For so many years, every time you saw me, you either pretended not to see me or looked at me coldly. Have you ever fulfilled your duties as a wife?"

"Duty?"

Yan Qing laughed angrily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and couldn't help asking: "Song Huai'en, if it were you, would you accept a husband who only comes back once a year, and every time he comes back, it's to ask for money to support a mistress?

What do you think the Yongchuan Marquis Mansion is?

And what do my two children and I mean to you?"

Song Huai'en listened to her string of questions, his lips trembling as he tried to explain.

But Yan Qing was not in the mood to listen.

She said bluntly: "I have been married into your Song family for so many years, and I have served my parents-in-law and managed the mansion without slacking off for a single day.

Even your concubine and her two children are supported by my dowry shop.

Song Huai'en, ask yourself, have I ever wronged you in any way?

Song Huai'en's face flushed red and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

“No.”

Yan Qing was waiting for this sentence and immediately ordered, "Bring me some writing brush and ink."

Upon hearing this, Song Huai'en's expression suddenly changed.

He flatly denied it, "When did I ever say I wanted to write a divorce letter?"

Song Yanxi had already expected that he would go back on his word, so she patted the back of Yan Qing's hand, signaling her to leave everything to her.

Because of Song Huai'en's inconsistency, Yan Qing was so angry that her eyes turned red. When she looked at him, there was more disappointment than resentment in her eyes.

Not only disappointed in him, but also in myself.

If she had opened her eyes at the beginning, she would never have married such a hypocrite who was all show and no substance, causing her two children to live a life with her that was worse than having no father at all.

If it weren't for her parents and brother who were willing to stand up for her and support her, and even support her in picking up the career she had abandoned before, she wouldn't know what she would become now, drowning in self-pity.

She chose her own husband, so she deserves the hard life she has to live through.

But her children, no!

She would never allow her children to be ridiculed in the future because of their useless father.

Yan Qing gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming more determined, and said coldly: "If you don't want to divorce, we will meet in Shuntian Mansion tomorrow!"

Song Huai'en asked in disbelief, "Madam, are you really going to be so cruel?"

Yan Qing: "You were the one who denied it first."

Her eyes were filled with disgust. "Also, don't call me Madam. It's disgusting."

Seeing that she was determined to divorce him, Song Huai'en couldn't help but frown and threatened coldly: "Yan Qing, don't forget, we still have a son.

Song Yanxi has married Prince Jin and has a bright future, but what about Xu Bai?

As a mother, you should always consider your son's future."

Yan Qing's expression changed slightly.

Obviously, her son is her weak spot.

Song Huai'en understood this, so he deliberately mentioned Song Xubai in an attempt to control him.

In fact, he didn't even know how old his son was or when his birthday was.

Just when Yan Qing wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from Song Huai'en, a familiar voice was heard at the door.