“This is all in the past, why are you still holding onto it?” Seeing her mother’s pale face, Song Yao stepped forward to explain, “What good will it do you to make a big fuss about this? You are…”
"Yao Yao!" Yuan Fuling called out to Song Yao in time.
That's why Song Yao didn't say anything offensive.
How could a daughter of a prominent family utter such vulgar words?
"What am I?" Song Yue took a step forward and stood in front of Song Yao: "Yesterday, my second sister wouldn't let me enter the manor, saying that I had been raped. I'd like to know where these rumors came from, or is it that my second sister can't stand my return?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't say that!" Song Yao denied it hastily.
Song Yue scoffed and turned her gaze back to the Duke of Jingguo: "Father, you must investigate this matter as soon as possible and give your daughter justice. Otherwise, if the Prefect of the Capital finds out first, some things will be out of your control."
It's a reminder, but also a threat.
She knew that the Duke of Jing must have discovered some clues.
Even if he doesn't investigate.
There will be people continuing to investigate.
"What we need to do now is to keep things peaceful, not to cause chaos because of you!" Song Yao scolded, "Because of you, Father hasn't come home all night. Why don't you understand how to be considerate of Father?"
Song Yue looked at Song Yao as if she were an idiot. She was giving the Duke of Jingguo one last chance. If the Prefect of Jingzhao personally investigated this matter and brought it before the Emperor of Northern Chu, it would give the Emperor of Northern Chu an excuse to punish the Duke of Jingguo.
It should be noted that the Northern Chu Emperor hated two people in this world: one was the deceased Emperor Taizu, and the other was the Duke of Jingguo.
Back then, the Emperor of Northern Chu was still young and could not compare to the Duke of Jingguo in terms of power and influence. He could only watch helplessly as the Duke of Jingguo married his beloved Princess Jiahua.
How could one not hate the Duke of Jingguo?
Even the Duke of Jingguo understood such a simple principle. Outsiders might not know, but he was perfectly clear-headed. In court, any suggestion he made would be rejected by the Emperor of Northern Chu.
His repeated attacks were noticeable even to those with discerning eyes, causing many ministers who were once close to him to become estranged, fearing that they would incur the wrath of the Northern Chu Emperor.
"Enough!" Duke Jingguo interrupted Song Yao with a stern rebuke: "You are a noble lady, not a shrew from the streets. Yue'er has just returned, and instead of being considerate of her, you are targeting her at every turn. Is this how I have always taught you manners?"
After being yelled at by the Duke of Jingguo, Song Yao was stunned and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
“Father, Yao Yao was only thinking of your safety. Before Song Yue came back, the family was always harmonious. Also, Mama Wang was definitely wronged just now. Song Yue is cunning. She must have deliberately shown off in front of the Eighth Prince so that he could laugh at us.”
Song Hengchuan quickly stood up to defend Song Yao, and didn't forget to blame Song Yue: "It's all your fault!"
Song Yue rolled her eyes speechlessly.
What an idiot!
Having been pampered, they had no idea of the current predicament of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion.
Mentioning the Eighth Prince would have been fine, but it serves as a reminder to the Duke of Jing that now, besides the Prefect of Jingzhao, another person knows about Song Yue's predicament.
"Father, you don't know, Song Yue somehow got some highly skilled martial artists around her, and yesterday they went on a killing spree at Yuhan Courtyard..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Duke of Jingguo could no longer hold back and slapped Song Hengchuan, interrupting him.
Snap!
Crisp and clean.
Song Hengchuan stopped abruptly, his face turned to one side, and his ears were ringing.
"You unfilial son, she is your own sister!" The Duke of Jingguo roared in fury, pointing at Song Hengchuan: "Get back inside and reflect on your actions!"
Song Hengchuan couldn't understand why everyone was siding with Song Yue, even though it was Song Yue who was rebellious, stirring up trouble and causing the Duke of Jingguo's mansion to lose face.
His grandmother punished him by making him kneel in the ancestral hall, and his father beat him in front of everyone.
Is he still the eldest son of the Duke of Jingguo's family?
On what grounds?
"Brother Chuan, go back quickly." Yuan Fuling stepped forward and pressed down on Song Hengchuan's arm, whispering, "Sister Yue has just returned, don't make your father angry."
Song Hengchuan's excited heart finally calmed down.
"Your Excellency, Brother Chuan has always been well-behaved and steady. Please calm down. I will definitely persuade him properly." Yuan Fuling came to the Duke of Jingguo's side again and whispered her advice.
The Duke of Jingguo's expression softened slightly.
No wonder that good-for-nothing Song Hengchuan sided with Yuan Fuling; a few words were enough to give both men a way out.
She was the one who was wronged.
But now everyone is banding together, as if she is the perpetrator, excluding her.
Thinking of her past life, Song Yue suppressed her hatred and looked up at the Duke of Jingguo, saying, "Father, it was my sudden return that disturbed the peace of the manor. I shouldn't have taken my second sister's clothes and talked back to my eldest brother. Please send me back to the Duke's estate."
The Duke of Jingguo's anger, which had just subsided, was instantly reignited by Song Yue. The fire at the villa hadn't even been thoroughly investigated yet, and the mansion was already in chaos.
Duke Jingguo brushed Yuan Fuling's hand away and said to Song Hengchuan, "Go back and reflect on your mistakes. You are not allowed to get up without my permission."
Song Hengchuan's face turned pale. Before leaving, he glared at Song Yue fiercely and stormed off in anger.
Seeing this, Song Yue asked in confusion, "Father, is eldest brother angry and dissatisfied with your punishment?"
Upon hearing this, Song Hengchuan paused in his tracks.
Duke Jingguo, breathing rapidly: "Changsong, you personally supervise the eldest son to kneel for twelve hours!"
"yes."
Song Yue smiled.
It's only twelve hours, but she kneels all the time. I wonder if the delicate and pampered Song Hengchuan can endure it.
Yuan Fuling watched as she calmed the father and son down, only to have Song Yue easily provoke them again. She gave Song Yue a deep look.
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