The old lady, accompanied by a group of maids, hurried into the Cui Leng Courtyard.

Just then, I saw boxes in the yard that were mostly filled with jewelry.

Her eyes welled up with tears. "Who told you to pack up the dowry already!"

The old lady's shout successfully drew a glance from the Song family servants who were carrying luggage, but none of them stopped moving.

Madam Liu's face darkened.

"Mrs. Song! Mrs. Song! Oh dear, our Liu family has committed a terrible sin by marrying you!"

...

Inside the room, Qingyin pulled Song's mother, whose face was flushed with anger after hearing Old Madam Liu's words, and comforted her, "Mother, don't take it to heart with Old Madam Liu. She doesn't like me anyway, and she'd even be willing to call the truth out of the paper. Mother, you mustn't let her upset you."

Song's mother patted Qingyin's shoulder and said angrily, "I'm not angry at myself, I'm angry for you. That old woman is such a scoundrel. You've suffered so much in the past, but you never write a letter home. You always keep things from people."

As she spoke, Song's mother couldn't help but give Qingyin a reproachful look.

Qingyin lowered her head guiltily.

It wasn't that she felt guilty; it was the original owner of this body who kept the fact that she was being bullied in the Liu family a secret, not her. Qingyin couldn't understand the original owner's thoughts, so she could only pretend to be ashamed and lower her head.

"Alright, you're not in good health to begin with. Let me go outside and give that old woman a piece of my mind, so you can vent your anger."

Song's mother stormed out.

Judging by its imposing manner, it looks very fierce.

Qingyin wasn't worried that Song's mother would suffer a loss. After all, the fact that Song's mother could manage all the affairs of the Song family so well proved that she was a smart and capable person.

But Madam Liu, who came from a rural background three generations back, only got lucky. The son she married, a scholar, had excellent grades in the imperial examinations, which earned her the good fortune of being the old lady of the Prime Minister's mansion.

In short, Qingyin was worried that Old Madam Liu's harsh words would upset Song's mother.

She beckoned to Qinghe, who was keeping her company.

"Qinghe, quickly go and call Liu Zhi from the east courtyard. Tell him to take good care of his grandmother."

Qinghe, who was worried about the old lady, suddenly brightened up when she heard her young lady's words.

That's right! That old woman from the Liu family is always eyeing her outstanding descendants. Now that the master is away, isn't it perfect for the second young master Liu to keep her in check? Let's see how she argues with their mistress then.

Qinghe rushed out in a flurry of activity.

Seeing her excited expression, Qingyin couldn't help but chuckle.

—

East Courtyard.

Liu Zhi stayed in the study, practicing calligraphy as usual.

Five minutes later.

Looking at the blank paper with only a single ink dot left by his brush, Liu Zhi's irritation intensified.

Two images flashed through his mind: one was Qingyin, lying on the bed, thin and with her black hair flowing freely, giving him a cold, indifferent glance; the other was a young girl, before her wedding, sitting in the corner of the courtyard, looking up at him with a bright smile.

The two images kept alternating. The girl's liveliness and brightness used to annoy him and bore him, but now the girl only glanced at him indifferently, and his heart couldn't help but waver.

Liu Zhi was genuinely puzzled.

This complex emotion caused a hole to appear in his otherwise gentle exterior, revealing a somewhat terrifying aura.

Wang Si, the servant who had just been caught by Qinghe and brought in to report to the master, happened to feel this imposing aura.

He lowered his head even further.

"Master, when Miss Song was packing her dowry, she was disturbed by the old lady... Now the old lady is confronting Madam Song."

After Wang Si finished speaking, he waited for a long time but did not hear his master speak. The atmosphere around him grew even colder.

Before the cold sweat could even break out, Wang Si finally heard his master's gentle yet furious voice.

"Take people over there."

Others thought that their master, Song Er, was kind and gentle, but Wang Si, who had followed his master since childhood, vaguely knew that his master was not as kind as he appeared. In a sense, Wang Si felt that his young master was more like a person who was warm on the outside but cold on the inside.

In the past, Madam Song couldn't warm the young master's icy heart. It was Miss Su, who frequently visited the mansion, whose attitude the young master treated differently.

But today, Wang Si felt that Miss Song might have already warmed the master's heart, but the master himself was unaware of it.

Wang Si felt a little sympathy for his master.

Wang Si: I just discovered I had feelings for my wife, and now the emperor has granted me a divorce. I'm being forced to separate from my child and wife. This is just too tragic!

Wang Si secretly thought to himself, following closely behind his master, his expressionless face revealing no chaotic thoughts in his mind.