Chapter 136: Second Grade
Qu Ling stayed in the princess's mansion until the second day of the New Year.
"I don't want to go to the palace at all, but I have to go to pay New Year's greetings to my uncle today." Zhao Yuanrong muttered while wrapped in the quilt.
Qu Ling had already stood up and was combing her hair. "Then take me back home first."
In the princess's mansion, she always slept with Zhao Yuanrong, and the sisters became closer and closer.
She treated Zhao Yuanrong as her own sister, and Zhao Yuanrong was happy when her sister asked her for help.
"Do you want to enter the palace with me?"
Zhao Yuanrong asked as he lifted the quilt.
"I'm going back home today. I have something else to do."
She wanted to get Yun'er out of the second room and see how long it would take for Qu Yu to die.
If it's too strong, she'll have to take action.
As she spoke, the Buddhist beads in her hand kept turning.
Zhao Yuanrong didn't take it to heart.
But Tingqin, who was very familiar with her, understood that someone was going to die in the Marquis' Mansion again.
After bidding farewell to the eldest princess, he took a carriage to the Dingxiang Marquis's Mansion.
On the way, the carriage was stopped by someone.
"Princess, I'm here to take you to the Song family."
The voice was familiar, it was Song Yuzhen.
Zhao Yuanrong and Qu Ling looked at each other.
What is going on here?
"No need." Qu Ling refused through the curtain.
The carriage did not move.
"Princess, my aunt has passed away, but she is your stepmother. Today is the second day of the New Year, and it is reasonable for you to go to the Song family to pay New Year's greetings."
This is the good thing about Song Yuzhen: no matter what the situation, he is as still as a mountain.
Qu Ling lifted the curtain of the carriage, and in the snow, a group of people and horses blocked the way. The girl in the lead was dressed in scarlet, which was particularly eye-catching in the white sky.
"I said, I'm not going."
She lowered the curtain again and winked at Zhao Yuanrong.
"It's better for you to go, Princess," Song Yuzhen said calmly as always. "If you don't go, you'll inevitably be criticized."
Her voice was steady and steady. "You are a princess, and you should set an example. It would be disrespectful and unfilial if you don't visit your maternal grandparents to pay New Year's greetings."
Even when threatening people, she can make her words sound nice.
"Go and ask the princess to get off the carriage."
Qu Ling heard Song Yuzhen giving orders to the servants.
There were footsteps approaching, and Zhao Yuanrong grabbed the whip.
The moment the curtain was lifted, a silver light flashed, and the back of Song Yuzhen's hand was immediately torn apart.
"ah--"
Song Yuzhen gasped in pain, but was not surprised, as if he had expected it.
"Zhao Yuanrong..."
She raised her eyes, the rest of the words stuck in her throat.
The one holding the whip is Qu Ling.
"What? Are you so sure that the person who whipped you is my sister?" Qu Ling slowly put away the whip.
Song Yuzhen finally failed.
"Hit people in the street, is this also what the Princess taught you?"
She failed to succeed and was whipped again, so she lost her temper.
"That's nothing," Qu Ling jumped off the carriage, poking her shoulder with his finger, forcing Song Yuzhen to step back little by little. "This is the only dirty trick your Song family has that you can't even show off."
The servants who came with Song Yuzhen wished they could cover their eyes with falling snow.
The princess is too humiliating.
"Knowing that I wouldn't go to the Song family, they deliberately stopped my carriage to give me a bad name so that they could accuse me of disrespecting my elders and taking away my title as princess."
"You're pretending to be a servant and coming to lift the curtain. With Sister Yuanrong's temper, a whip is perfectly natural. Hitting you would be most effective. This is a good opportunity to criticize the Princess for not raising her daughter well, isn't it?"
Qu Ling stepped forward, causing Song Yuzhen's face to turn red and his steps to stagger.
"How many of your Song family's lackeys are there in the Censorate? Are you trying to blame the eldest princess for my sister and my mistakes?"
This is what the Song family did in the previous life.
"Forget about it, Song Yuzhen," Zhao Yuanrong squatted on the carriage and looked down at her, "Don't you really know why you were asked to come and not Song Zhang?
Song Yuzhen bit her lip, her eyes were red, and she didn't say anything.
How could she not know?
"Your grandfather couldn't bear to have Song Zhang whipped, but he was willing to send you to death."
Zhao Yuanrong said bluntly, "With my temper, it's not impossible for me to beat you to death."
"Yes," Song Yuzhen raised her eyes suddenly, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried her best to suppress her tears. "If you beat me to death, that would be my greatest contribution to the Song family."
There was silence in the snow.
"Idiot." Zhao Yuanrong lowered the curtain.
"A Ling, come back, I'll take you back."
"No," Qu Ling said, "I want to go to the Song family."
Song Yuzhen was stunned.
"I'll go with you." Although Zhao Yuanrong was puzzled, he jumped off the carriage.
"No, sister can't go."
Qu Ling spoke with great force.
"Sister, go back and gather your men. If I die in the Song family, you will happily lead your men to raze the Song family. I am a princess personally appointed by the imperial court. Killing me is a capital crime."
Zhao Yuanrong was stunned.
Qu Ling raised the corner of his mouth into an intriguing smile, his eyes shining frighteningly.
"How about I hang myself in the Song family, so that my aunt can wipe out the Song family in one fell swoop and uproot them completely."
Anyway, in the end, the struggle for power only requires a legitimate reason.
Whoever strikes first has a better chance of winning.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhao Yuanrong woke up as if from a dream and slapped her on the mouth, "Pah."
Song Yuzhen's mind went blank.
He was stunned for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"The princess misunderstood."
She seemed calm.
I cursed Qu Ling in my heart.
madman.
nerve.
Is she sick?
What a crazy idea that will hurt the enemy by 800 and yourself by 1,000.
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