"I want to go to the palace! This matter is not over!"
The old woman tried to persuade her, "But the lady looks like this now..."
"This is the evidence!" Lou Shi didn't care about her appearance at all. She had been bullied and humiliated like this, how could she tolerate it!
“Mother, I’ve come to see you… Mother!” Song Suihuan carried a food box into the house. Upon seeing Lou Shi’s miserable appearance and the mess on the floor, the food box in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
She rushed towards Mrs. Lou, "Mother! What happened to you? Who! Who hit you!?"
Seeing Song Suihuan crying, the words of the Southern Migration last night immediately echoed in my mind.
Your husband will only stand by and watch coldly, and your child will only cry and fuss...
"Stop crying!" Lou roared. "It was the Southern Migration Month! It was that bastard Xu Yingshu who did it!"
"What? The Southern Migration Month? It's the Southern Migration Month again!" Song Suihuan's eyes reddened with anger.
Lou didn't want to dawdle any longer. She pushed Song Suihuan away and said, "Go cry to your father!"
"Prepare the carriage!" Lou Shi walked out, her body ablaze with flames.
"Yes, yes!" The old woman immediately bowed and followed suit.
Standing amidst the chaos, Song Suihuan bit her lip hard. After a long while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Nan... Qian... Yue!"
The Prime Minister's Residence.
The three siblings who migrated south were at Luhua Courtyard trying to find ways to amuse the Prime Minister's wife.
The Prime Minister was still assisting the old emperor in handling state affairs in the palace. His three children, worried about the Prime Minister's wife, stayed by her side.
"Mother, this is a nourishing soup that Granny Kong has been simmering for two hours. Please drink some." Nan Qianyue fed the soup spoon to the Prime Minister's wife.
The Prime Minister's wife frowned slightly, having no appetite, but not wanting to disappoint her child's filial piety, she took a small sip.
"Mother, this is a handkerchief I embroidered for you. Do you like it?" Nan Kezhi handed the simple handkerchief to the Prime Minister's wife.
Just as the Prime Minister's wife was about to take it, the steward's hurried voice rang out in the courtyard.
"Young lady! Miss Song has stormed into the mansion with a group of thugs, saying she's looking for you!" Seeking revenge.
He didn't dare finish his sentence.
The Prime Minister's wife's face darkened, and she was about to get up.
"Mother, please don't worry about it." Nan Qianyue pressed her back down and comforted her with a smile, "Leave it to your daughter to handle."
I knew they would cause trouble.
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