Chapter 2 How could you hit your mother, you daughter?

Song Qinghan's crying caused even greater chaos.

No one saw Si Niannian's actions clearly, and subconsciously they all took Song Qinghan's words as the standard.

Madam Song, with a look of sudden realization, burst out in a furious, broken voice: "Fine!"

"You are truly a wonderful daughter! If Han'er hadn't stopped me, wouldn't I have been slapped by you today?!"

Song Wen was so shocked that he stammered, and shouted at Si Niannian, "How dare you!"

Si Niannian was astonished and asked in surprise, "Who did I hit?"

Does refusing to stand and take the beating mean she's the one hitting someone?

However, Madam Song ignored her explanation and angrily shouted, "Guards!"

"Tie this wretched creature up!"

"Throw him into the woodshed and lock him up for three days. Don't bring him water or food!"

That little beast who dared to lay a hand on his own mother deserves no pity even if he dies!

The servants, who had been stunned for a long time, finally came to life and charged at Si Niannian like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey!

Si Niannian slapped away the person who lunged at her: "Get lost!"

The old woman covered her face and cried out in pain, "Madam, this..."

Madam Song's eyes blazed with fury: "Grab her!"

They dared to take action while staying at home; today we must teach Si Niannian a lesson!

Si Niannian gritted her teeth, unable to bear it any longer: "Fine."

You asked for this!

Si Niannian dodged the old woman's claws, grabbed the beaded string from Song Wen's wrist in the chaos, aimed at the old woman's knee, and flicked a bead with her fingertips!

Ouch!

thump!

The old woman who was hit by the bullet screamed and fell face-first into the dirt. Si Niannian dodged through the crowd seemingly without any strategy, and the bullets she launched were faster and invisible than the last.

Those hit by the bullets either suffered paralysis in half of their bodies or suddenly lost strength in both legs, falling to the ground one after another like radishes, instantly turning into a bunch of twisted pretzel-like figures!

Song Wen didn't even see what happened. Before he could catch his breath, he watched helplessly as a fat woman screamed and lunged at him!

Song Wen was shoved and rolled away, stumbling as he fell to the ground beneath a pair of familiar official boots. Above him, a stern, questioning voice rang out: "What's going on here?"

"What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket in broad daylight?!"

The scene instantly fell silent.

Lord Song spotted Si Niannian at a glance.

Si Niannian knelt on one knee on the back of an old woman, with her other leg outstretched, gracefully stepping on a servant whose face she couldn't see.

They were surrounded and attacked.

Si Niannian inexplicably gained the upper hand!

Lord Song's expression stiffened slightly: "You are Song..."

"Si Niannian."

Si Niannian kicked the person so hard that they rolled three times on the ground, stood up straight, and emphasized with a forced smile: "Excuse me, my name is Si Niannian."

"What? You're here to kill me too?"

Lord Song's face was full of bewilderment: "Since you are my daughter, why would I beat you to death?"

Madam Song, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, shrieked, "What daughter? She's just a little beast!"

"Madam, you..."

“Father,” Song Wen said hesitantly, “just now…it seemed like she was about to attack Mother.”

In fact, Song Wen only saw Si Niannian grabbing Madam Song's wrist.

But he believed that Song Qinghan wouldn't lie.

Song Wen's face was grim: "Just because her mother scolded her a few times."

"If Han'er hadn't stopped us in time, things would have turned out very badly."

If a daughter hits her own mother, what will people think of the Song family's character?

Lord Song looked at Si Niannian with surprise and doubt, but asked Song Qinghan, "Han'er, is it true?"

Before Song Qinghan could even speak, her eyes reddened: "Father, she probably just acted on impulse and didn't mean to hurt Mother."

Lord Song's gaze shifted repeatedly, finally settling on Si Niannian's face with an expression as cold as frost.

Without a doubt, he believed it too.

Si Niannian felt like laughing under his gaze, and clapped her hands in admiration: "That's really amazing."

"Is it time to convict me now?"

“Everyone says I’m going to take action,” Si Niannian looked at everyone in confusion, “Who got hit? Step forward.”

Song Wen frowned: "We all saw it with our own eyes, you are..."

Si Niannian said subtly, "Make sure you know where I'm going to hit?"

Song Wen was speechless for a moment.

Si Niannian looked disdainful: "If you can't say, does that mean you didn't see it?"

She was careless and caught off guard, but she's not without a mouth.

Si Niannian adopted a "what's the use" attitude and said slowly, "You want to tie me up and convict me? Go ahead."

"Then let's go to the Censorate together. If the Censorate can't do it, let's go to the Court of Judicial Review. Let's beat the drum, go see the officials, and tell them how unjustly we were beaten. Let's see if they can convict me today!"

Want to cause trouble?

Then go and make a ruckus where there are the most people!

Before Madam Song could speak, a deep voice rang out from beside her: "Shut up!"

The Song family is a family of integrity; we absolutely cannot allow any scandal involving discord within the family to occur!

"My lord!" Madam Song exclaimed angrily, "This wretched child..."

"Don't wash your dirty linen in public!"

Lord Song interrupted her, saying coldly, "Fortunately, nothing really went wrong. Han'er may have just misread it in a moment of panic."

Si Niannian just got back today.

Even if there is something wrong, it's not appropriate to investigate it now.

Madam Song's eyes flickered with a mixture of light and shadow, and she bit her lower lip, remaining silent.

“Madam,” Lord Song, being an official, spoke again in a more gentle tone, “it’s just a small misunderstanding, there’s no need to hold it against the child.”

"Come in with me, all of you."

A moment later, the remaining people gathered in the flower hall.

Lord Song looked at Si Niannian with a complicated expression: "How did your family arrange things for you when you came to the capital to reunite with your relatives?"

Si Niannian disappeared for ten years.

No one knows how she spent those ten years.

But looking at Si Niannian's rough appearance and unruly manner, it's easy to guess that she wasn't raised by a respectable person.

Si Niannian told the truth: "My family says they will let me have my way in everything, but it's a bit of a struggle to put together this outfit."

Si Niannian was unsure about the Song family's situation and, being a newcomer, did not want to attract attention by being ostentatious.

Before meeting up with the Song family servants, it took quite a bit of effort to gather all the necessary items.

However, these words took on another meaning when they reached the ears of the Song family: Si Niannian's adoptive parents were very poor, so poor that they couldn't even afford decent clothes to go out in.

Madam Song was on high alert and asked warily, "Did all those people come with you too?"

“No,” Si Niannian said truthfully, “just two fellow villagers who were traveling together came along.”

Madam Song was somewhat relieved.

But thinking of Si Niannian's unknown adoptive parents, her face still showed disgust: "Now that you're back, you're not allowed to mention those people and things from the past!"

A proper young lady from a wealthy family, dressed worse than a decent maid. What kind of image does she present!

Si Niannian clicked her tongue dismissively, looking at the faces of these people, and came up with a new plan: there are two ways to dispel the original owner's lingering obsession.

The first is to recognize one's ancestors and return to one's roots; when the family is harmonious, the obsession will dissipate.

Secondly, it makes the original owner completely disappointed with their blood relatives, severing their blood ties and eliminating any resentment.

Judging from the current situation, the original owner's parents paid no attention to her, and her fourth brother and sister, whom she had just met, were no pushovers either.

Although the full picture of the Song family is still unknown, it is highly likely that severing ties with them is the only option left.

The other members of the Song family also had different expressions.

Having such a rude and ugly biological daughter is not an honor, but a disgrace.

Even without the so-called misunderstanding, Si Niannian was destined to be unlikable.

Song Qinghan leaned against Madam Song's side, still looking pitiful and shaken.

She hesitated before speaking, "Sister, I'm sorry."

"I must have misunderstood your intention to hit my mother. And I didn't mean to offend your appearance; I was just startled, that's not it..."

Song Qinghan burst into tears, "I didn't mean my sister's appearance was scary, I just... I just..."

“It’s alright,” Si Niannian waved her hand magnanimously, looking at Song Qinghan who was rushing to explain but only making things worse. “I’m afraid of seeing ghosts in broad daylight too.”

"You've already been very tactful by not running out in a panic to find a Taoist priest to exorcise the ghost."

Song Qinghan's remaining sob was stuck in her throat.

Si Niannian rested her chin on her hand, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "But where did you come from, little sister?"

"Madam only gave birth to one daughter. Since I am her biological daughter, I wonder whose womb my sister came from?"

Everyone present was visibly shocked, but Si Niannian continued, "Is it a beautiful concubine in Father's household or a weak mistress? Or is there some unknown secret about her background?"