Song Tangxue's eyes were practically spitting fire; for no apparent reason, this fire had spread to her.

The Song family looked at her with great satisfaction, and Song Tangli understood that this was a rare opportunity to curry favor with the Song family.

But she just couldn't swallow this insult. It was clearly Song Tangxue who should have borne all of this, but now it had all fallen on her shoulders.

Gritting her teeth, Song Tangli immediately declared in a sweet voice, "These are things that a daughter should do. I will pawn some of my jewelry to supplement the family income."

While speaking, he didn't forget to put down Song Tangxue, but unfortunately Song Tangxue doesn't care about the Song family's opinions at all.

Song Tangli's words were obedient and sensible, but in reality, her heart was bleeding. These jewels and ornaments were priceless, and Song Tangxue's casual remark had cost her her money.

Just wait, once she takes full control of all the shops in Song Tangxue's hands, Song Tangxue will be completely at her mercy!

Mother Song felt relieved. She gently patted Song Tangli's hand and praised her repeatedly, not forgetting to glance at Song Tangxue sideways: "Our A-Li is kind-hearted and generous. This is the attitude that a daughter of the Song family should have."

Song Tangxue gave a cold laugh indifferently. She had long since given up on being a daughter of the Song family and didn't want to see this disgusting scene of motherly love and filial piety. She left without looking back.

Making Song Tangli lose money was an unexpected bonus.

As night fell, the drizzle that had been falling since the afternoon finally stopped.

The surroundings were refreshingly clean, and the chirping of insects heralded the arrival of summer, which was fast approaching.

Song Tangxue moved a deck chair to the dean's room to count stars. After the rain, the sky cleared, and Song Tangxue didn't want to waste this precious time.

"Sister, you certainly have a lot of leisure and refined tastes." Song Tangli leaned against the door, looking at the people in the courtyard with a cold gaze.

The figure under the moon had a face like a silver plate, with the bright moon reflected in its eyes. It slightly raised its eyes, its gaze shimmering like water, devoid of any emotion, even colder than the moonlight.

Song Tangli hated Song Tangxue's appearance so much that she wished she could carve several hideous scars on it and see if Song Tangxue would still be so indifferent.

Song Tangxue merely glanced at her before lying back down, showing no desire to speak to her.

Embroidered shoes stepped across the bluestone path and walked to Song Tangxue's side: "Sister, your wedding with the Crown Prince is imminent, yet you are still so ignorant of etiquette. You should be careful."

Under Song Tangli's persistent interruptions, Song Tangxue finally opened her eyes and gave her a look: "Don't worry, you will marry into the Crown Prince's Palace."

Li Zhaoxian, a scumbag, is paired with a vile woman; heaven will punish those who are despicable!

Let's go to hell together for the rest of our lives.

Song Tangli thought she was jealous, and a dark glint flashed in her eyes as she said sarcastically, "Although everyone in the world knows that my brother, the Crown Prince, cares about me, we are family. In the future, I will persuade my brother, the Crown Prince, to visit my sister's palace more often."

Her smug, petty face was utterly disgusting. Song Tangxue turned away and ignored her, but Song Tangli persisted: "Sister, I will make you pay back double the money you spent today."

She still liked to use these things she already cared about to provoke herself, Song Tangxue said sarcastically, neither the Song family nor Li Zhaoxian were things she wanted.

Only Haitang was waiting in the courtyard, so Song Tangli spoke much more confidently and boldly, staring directly at Song Tangxue without any pretense: "Everything you have will be mine."

Song Tangxue couldn't stand her nagging, so she stood up and looked at her with a cold gaze, like the moonlight from the Guanghan Palace falling into her eyes, extremely indifferent.

"Are you done?" he asked in a cold, arrogant tone.

"Can't you even handle this?" Song Tangli raised an eyebrow, a provocative smile playing on her lips.

"Smack."

A crisp sound interrupted her haughty demeanor. Song Tangli felt dizzy and lightheaded. Song Tangxue withdrew her hand, rubbed her wrist, and clicked her tongue lightly: "You're really shameless. It hurts my hand to hit you like that."

Song Tangli turned her head back, which had been knocked to the side, her eyes blurry with tears, her eyes red and swollen, and her hand covering her cheek trembled slightly.

My eyes were filled with disbelief.

She was just unhappy that Song Tangxue had once again gotten away unscathed. Before, she had everything that Song Tangxue envied, whether it was love or family.

Song Tangxue no longer cared, which made her resentful. The more she thought about it that evening, the angrier she became. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and ran to confront Song Tangxue.

Who would have thought that Song Tangxue would act so decisively, giving her no chance to react at all, the burning pain on her cheek constantly stimulating her nerves.

"Don't put on that tearful act in front of me anymore, it's disgusting." Song Tangxue calmly sat down again.

"Go and take a good look at your Crown Prince brother, look at this frail and delicate appearance." Song Tangxue sneered.

Unable to bear the insult, Song Tangli covered her face and ran out.

Song Tangxue stared coldly at her back. The moonlight enveloped her in a thin halo, making her look like an immortal ascending to heaven.

I rubbed my temples, and my good mood for counting stars vanished. I went back to my room to rest.

"Clatter."

The wind rustled the windowpanes, and Song Tangxue, who was about to get into bed, turned around in an instant, her eyes fixed on the window that was constantly opening and closing.

Concentrating his mind and energy, he carefully reached his hand under the pillow, touching a familiar cool sensation. He gripped the short sword in his palm and watched that spot warily.

The moonlight was hazy, and as it was time to go to bed, Haiyang extinguished all the candles. In the dim moonlight, everything appeared and disappeared.

Who was it? Could it be that Song Tangli, unable to contain her anger, hired an assassin?

No, Song Tangli doesn't have that kind of brain. So it must be Old Madam Song or Song's father?

Song Tangxue's mind raced, her grip on the short sword tightened, and a rapid breath suddenly came from behind her. Startled, Song Tangxue swung her sword to stab.

A flash of silver light appeared, and under the moonlight, a man in black stood silently behind her, easily dodging her attack.

She had no idea when the person came in.

The man in black had his face covered by a hood, so his identity was unknown. He was tall and slender, and his hands were empty, without any weapons.

Song Tangxue quickly assessed the situation and concluded that they still had the strength to fight.

Unexpectedly, the man in black had no intention of attacking her at all. He slowly walked around her, went to the table, and lit the candles.

As the candlelight flickered, the man in black removed his hat, revealing himself to be Xie Qianzhong.

Xie Qianzhong turned to look at her. The silver candles, shrouded in a thin veil, cast a soft white glow on her face.

"Is this short sword your weapon for self-defense?" Xie Qianzhong looked at her with a hint of disapproval.

Song Tangxue finally snapped out of her daze, a blush rising to her cheeks. The events of last night involuntarily flooded her mind, haunting her recollections.