Chapter 21 Deliberately Making Things Difficult



Chapter 21 Deliberately Making Things Difficult

Qu Ling followed the same path back to the main hall, where Su Shang was already waiting.

"Don't worry, young lady. What you asked has been done."

When the master and servant stepped into the hall together, they found that the Song family had already arrived.

Old Madam Song seemed to be talking to Old Madam Qu, and Old Madam Qu's face didn't look very good.

"You're back," Qu Lianjia winked at Qu Ling calmly and lowered his voice, "...We were just talking about the Madam..."

Qu Ling blended himself into the crowd, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.

But then a clear voice like a yellow oriole was heard, "Miss Qu is back. I thought she was dazzled by the scenery outside and couldn't find her way back."

Now everyone's attention was focused on Qu Ling.

Even Old Madam Song raised her head.

"I wonder who this girl is..." Qu Ling looked bewildered. "You seem to know me, but the scenery outside is really beautiful. Do you want to go and see it too?"

She spoke frankly, but the girl's face looked unhappy.

"The elders are all here at home, why don't you serve them and instead just indulge in your own greed?"

Qu Ling looked at her straight in the eyes. "I got my grandmother's permission to go out, and she hasn't said anything yet. You're meddling too much."

"Where are your elders? Aren't they here? You, a junior, are being asked to lecture a girl from another family without proper manners."

These words brought silence to the hall.

"This is the girl from my Song family." Old Madam Song said lightly.

She sat upright on the chair, her hair combed meticulously, with a phoenix hairpin inserted in it, making it sparkle, but it was beyond etiquette.

"So it's my cousin..." Qu Ling turned around, "Is it my older cousin or younger cousin?"

Old Madam Song frowned.

"It's my cousin," Madam Qu introduced. "Your cousin Song is accompanying the Empress in the palace."

Just now, she had been suppressed by Old Madam Song and was extremely uncomfortable.

But the Song family cannot be offended easily.

Fortunately, Qu Ling came back and diverted everyone's attention.

"Oh, it's my cousin. Nice to meet you." Qu Ling knelt down.

Song Yujin glared at her unhappily, "You still call me cousin? Your mother is bedridden, and you have the leisure to wander around."

"My mother is ill, and with my second sister serving her, it's naturally no problem."

"She got sick because of you, and you just stood by and watched!"

Qu Ling's eyes turned cold, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Her illness is indeed related to me."

Old Madam Song, who had been watching from the sidelines, narrowed her eyes and asked, "So, you are indeed disrespectful to your stepmother?"

Madam Qu felt bad.

"Old sister..."

Her words were interrupted.

Madam Song pointed at Qu Ling with a cold look in her eyes, "Six years ago, you stabbed your mother. Six years later, you dare to stab your mother again."

There was an uproar in the hall.

It turned out that the wife of Marquis Dingxiang was ill because she was injured.

"I really don't know how the Marquis's Mansion raised you," Old Madam Song's words were like a knife that scraped Old Madam Qu's face painfully. "The Marquis's Mansion doesn't know how to teach, so I'll teach you well on behalf of my daughter!"

Old Madam Song felt a pang of frustration in her heart.

As the mother of the current queen, she is respected by everyone in the capital.

When the news of her youngest daughter's hanging reached her home, she almost fainted from anger.

It's useless!

The lady of a marquis's mansion was forced to use such a despicable method by a motherless bastard.

She had said back then that if she didn't like Qu Ling, she would just kill him.

You hurt yourself, go around in circles, and in the end you still can't get rid of the root of the problem.

"Someone, drag him out and slap him!" Old Lady Song was already thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to kill Qu Ling.

No one dared to plead.

The Song family was so powerful that even the princesses present did not dare to speak out to help.

Old Madam Qu blamed Qu Ling in her heart. He had to run away when he was fine, causing people to find fault with him, and in the end it was the Dingxiang Marquisate that brought shame upon itself.

"A Ling, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake to Old Madam Song?"

She pushed Qu Ling out with a stern tone.

"Grandma, what have I done wrong?" Qu Ling asked seriously.

Being stared at like that, Madam Qu felt a little guilty, but she struck out with the cane in her hand, "How dare you talk back?"

Qu Ling would not stand there and get beaten, so he just dodged it.

Su Shang protected her behind him and asked, "May I ask the two old ladies, what has my daughter done wrong?"

Old Madam Song knew Su Shang, and there was a hint of deep thought in her eyes. It seemed that her daughter was right, and the eldest princess really protected this girl.

"She is disrespectful to her stepmother and has caused harm to others. Beating her is the lightest punishment. If we really take it, she should be sent to a shaved head to reflect on her actions." Song Yujin raised her chin and spoke in a clear voice.

She doesn't like Qu Ling.

It was like this six years ago, and it is like this now.

Qu Ling used to be gloomy and made people feel uncomfortable just looking at him.

But now, Song Yujin hates her beautiful and elegant face even more.

Qu Ling advanced without retreating, speaking calmly, "Six years ago, I stabbed her. She bribed my wet nurse to give me a drug that would drive me crazy..."

"Shut up!" Madam Qu scolded, "Don't talk nonsense!"

How can I tell others about such a thing?

If the reputation of the Marquis' Mansion is ruined, will the girls in the Mansion still want to get married in the future?

"This time she was sick. I didn't stab her, she hanged herself." Qu Ling didn't care about other people's expressions. Since he didn't want her to have an easy life, then no one should have an easy life. "Why did she hang herself? Doesn't Madam Song know?"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Qu Ling spoke clearly, "Because she wanted to poison my grandmother and her mother-in-law."

The whole hall was in uproar.

"Cousin Song, do you think your aunt should also be sent to be ordained and reflect on her actions?"

Qu Ling looked at Song Yujin, whose expression was stiff, with interest.

"You..." Old Madam Song was furious, hating her for being so unrestrained. "You're talking nonsense. I think you've really gone mad. Come on, drag her out and beat her to death!"

"If the old lady doesn't believe it, then please ask the people from the Dali Temple to investigate," Qu Ling said calmly. "Just now, I saw the Shaoqing was also in the temple, so it would be convenient for us to report the case."

She said, "I can't let my life be lost just because of a word from the old lady."

When the wife of Marquis Jingwei heard that Chi Yuan was also there, she was slightly moved, but soon returned to her normal expression.

Like everyone else present, she just thought Qu Ling was a sharp-tongued girl.

But I also feel relieved. It's rare to see the Song family so popular.

"What's the point of beating you to death?" Old Madam Song was furious and lost her composure. "Do you think I'll have to pay with my own life?"

She gave a rather harsh order, "What are you waiting for? Drag him out!"

At this moment, a majestic female voice came from outside the hall, "In the peaceful place of Buddhism, how can you make such a commotion?"

Everyone turned around and saw Princess Hengshan dressed in gorgeous clothes, walking slowly towards them, surrounded by palace maids.

She glanced at Old Madam Song calmly, "I didn't know the Song family was so careless about human life outside, holding the power of life and death. Could it be that the world is no longer surnamed Zhao, but Song?"

Continue read on readnovelmtl.com


Recommendation



Comments

Please login to comment

Support Us

Donate to disable ads.

Buy Me a Coffee at ko-fi.com
Chapter List