Four Sons and One Daughter: No One to Pay Respects at the Grave, But the Old Mother Has No Mercy

"Mom, aren't you being too biased toward Eldest Brother? Dividing the family property now, he benefits the most.

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Chapter 816 I misjudged you

Chapter 816 I misjudged you

Song Chunxue knew that Tang Yuxiu had been in business for many years and had dealt with all kinds of people, so she was quite shrewd.

They had interacted before; Tang Yuxiu wanted to get her involved in business and help her out, and at the time she could feel her sincerity.

But later, something she said to her senior brother made him suddenly anxious, wanting to accompany her to Jiangnan as soon as possible...

Even now, several months later, she still hasn't asked Tang Yuxiu.

At this moment, sensing Tang Yuxiu's malice, Song Chunxue knew that there was ultimately a rift between them.

With Yao Man adding fuel to the fire, they were destined never to become friends.

But Song Chunxue also knew that Tang Yuxiu was different from Yao Man; she had only been instigated to amplify the little bit of hostility she had towards her.

Ultimately, Yao Man harbored the most malice towards her.

But Song Chunxue doesn't indulge anyone. Having more friends means having more options, but having fewer friends means a better and more stable life.

With less comparison, it's easier to be content.

Therefore, she won't be very polite to Tang Yuxiu this time.

Sure enough, her words made Tang Yuxiu frown repeatedly.

However, Song Chunxue's merciless words reminded Tang Yuxiu that she had crossed the line.

"It was told to me by a friend, so it's just hearsay." Tang Yuxiu was flexible and her expression changed quickly, but she didn't forget her mission.

She sighed, "I just know that you went to the vicinity of Kunlun Mountain with that mysterious master from the capital. Before that, you sparred with two Taoist priests from Xianyun Temple, Master Xu and Master Wen. They also went to Kunlun Mountain later..."

"To tell you the truth, I am here today on behalf of the disciples of Xianyun Temple to inquire about the deaths of the two Daoist priests. Does Daoist Song know the reason for their deaths?"

Song Chunxue smiled faintly. This Tang Yuxiu was indeed very tactful; no wonder she could succeed in everything she did.

It's clear that she has a wide network of connections and frequently interacts with Xianyun Temple.

"But you've asked the wrong person. We fought at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and then I heard they were dead. But do you know why I insisted on fighting them? Do their little disciples know that their grandmaster killed their grandmaster? Those two respected Taoist priests were actually evil cultivators with beasts in human form?"

Tang Yuxiu was taken aback, seemingly quite shocked by her words.

"Master Song..."

“You may not believe what I’m saying, but you’ve probably heard of my senior brother from Baiyun Temple in the capital. If you really want to get to the bottom of this, my senior brother and another Taoist priest know more about it than I do. After all, I was unconscious when they died. If you’re looking to question them, you’ve come to the wrong people.”

It's nothing more than bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Even though the people behind her know that Lord Zhao and Daoist Han have higher cultivation levels and can see things more clearly, they don't dare to go up the mountain to ask. Instead, they wait until she comes down the mountain and is alone before they come to ask her.

Humans are naturally inclined to bully the weak and cowardly, and to avoid difficult situations.

But Song Chunxue didn't blame Tang Yuxiu for this; she was human too and would instinctively act that way.

With this mental preparation, Song Chunxue felt much calmer.

"Please have some tea, both of you." She glanced at Yao Man indifferently. "You've called me here today because you have something important to discuss, right? Let's get straight to the point and not beat around the bush."

Yao Man was somewhat embarrassed. "I came here today to apologize to Sister Song. I offended her with the things I said before..."

"There's no need for apologies. We both know the truth. If it weren't the truth, you wouldn't have said it so many times. What's the point of admitting it? You never really consider me a friend. The only reason you're willing to associate with me is because I helped you in the past, and you have to consider your own interests. And your misunderstanding of me is no less than the slander your relatives have made against you."

Song Chunxue crossed her legs, picked up her hot tea, and took a sip.

“Words spoken are like water spilled; this is the third time. Yao Man, I don’t owe you anything; you’re the one who owes a favor. I don’t need hypocritical friends.”

"We'll split that inn in half, and I'll have someone check the accounts every month. As for the other half, I can pay you in cash once you've saved enough. From now on, we'll keep to ourselves."

"As for the time, I can wait, at least a year, at most three years, but no longer. Or, if you really don't want to acknowledge that half of it is mine, I won't come to ask for it back."

She looked at Yao Man with a half-smile, staring at her pale face and white fingers without the slightest pity.

"As for anything else, I, Song Chunxue, cannot pretend to be deaf and dumb, or engage in false dealings with someone like you."

These words made Yao Man's face turn ashen, and she twisted her handkerchief so tightly that her knuckles turned blue and white.

She bit her lip tightly and remained silent for a long time.

Tang Yuxiu also looked at Yao Man, because Yao Man had told her something completely different before.

She listed all the bad things about Song Chunxue: that she was doing well and didn't care about her anymore; that she had been ignored many times when she tried to be nice to her; that she worked hard managing the inn, while Song Chunxue only knew how to ask for money...

It seems she misunderstood Song Chunxue. She even came with Yao Man today, so she will definitely be seen as one of them.

"Sister Song..."

"Don't call me Sister Song, I don't deserve it." Song Chunxue's tone became more serious. "I can tolerate your other little schemes, but you shouldn't have said things like, 'According to your opinion,' to my face that I'm stringing my senior brother along. You're being very disrespectful. Do you know how much my senior brother means to me?"

She gets angry just thinking about it; she can still vividly recall Yao Man's tone and expression when she said those words.

"When making friends, isn't respect and understanding the most basic thing? Even just pretending would be fine, but you've said it so casually in front of me time and time again. Do you think I, Song Chunxue, am stupid, or do you think I've gone crazy from practicing cultivation?"

“I don’t spend my days burning incense and praying to Buddha or begging for favors. Do you think everything I have now is just a windfall?” she scoffed. “Even if a pie falls from the sky, you have to look up to catch it. No matter how I got my money, it’s still mine. Just because I seem to have obtained it effortlessly doesn’t mean I should be a spendthrift.”

These words left Yao Man speechless, her head bowed.

“If you had come alone today and sincerely apologized, I wouldn’t have looked down on you. I used to think you had it tough and always tolerated you, but that became your reason to look down on me. Yao Man, I misjudged you.”

Tang Yuxiu felt extremely uneasy, never expecting her to be so sharp.

Yao Man stood up. "I was wrong today. I will come again another day."

After saying that, she left in a hurry without saying anything else.

Wu Shuang followed him and only returned after seeing the man climb onto the carriage and leave the alley.

Tang Yuxiu had never encountered such a situation before, and was caught in a dilemma.

“Master Song, I did come here because I believed her instigation. I misunderstood you because of my preconceived notions,” Tang Yuxiu said, standing up. “I’m sorry, please forgive my rashness.”