"Mao, Mao-ge'er?" The Grand Madam hadn't seen Song Mao for over three years, and her heart ached terribly. She walked over to Song Mao and looked him up and down: "How did you become like this?"
Song Mao said, "It's all the princess's doing. She confined my mother and me to the backyard, where we were tormented every day. Half a month ago, the princess suddenly came to the courtyard and privately talked to my mother about the past..."
"Mao-ge'er!" The Grand Madam raised her voice, interrupting Song Mao's words. She secretly winked at him, knowing that if he continued, Song Mao's life would be in danger.
Fan Lianyi died, but the princess didn't kill Song Mao and even sent him to the estate, which means the princess had already let Song Mao go.
As long as Song Mao behaves himself, the princess won't make things difficult for him. But if he says something wrong, the princess will definitely investigate it thoroughly.
Song Mao was taken aback.
"Madam!" Pei Zhao was furious and kicked Song Mao in the chest, causing him to spit blood.
Song Mao clutched his head and begged for mercy: "Pei Zhao, we were classmates and had a good relationship, how could you do this to me?"
Pei Zhao ignored him and stomped harder, beating the man until he screamed in agony and lay on the ground like a dead dog before he stopped.
“Madam, I know Princess Jiahua’s temper. It must have been Aunt Fan who said something she shouldn’t have, which angered the princess. That’s why the princess tricked my mother into going to the Duke of Jing’s mansion and detaining her in your name.” Pei Zhao had already guessed what had happened. He was furious: “Madam, you’re not telling the truth. You’re aiding and abetting evil.”
The old lady was speechless.
A servant came to report: "Your Highness, Miss Song the Third requests an audience."
Song Yue is here!
Pei Zhao's lips curled into a smile. When he wanted to see her, Song Yue stubbornly refused, but now she's come to him on her own initiative.
He brushed aside the wrinkles on his body, a wicked smile spreading across his face: "Keep an eye on them."
Upon arriving at the front hall, he indeed saw Song Yue. His brow twitched slightly, and he was about to speak when Song Yue sat down: "Where is my grandmother?"
"Why are you in such a hurry, Third Miss? I just want to have a proper chat with the Grand Madam."
"Talk?" Song Yue scoffed. "You kidnapped someone in broad daylight, what do you want to talk about?"
Pei Zhao looked at Song Yue, who was growing more and more beautiful, and his eyes darkened slightly. Song Yue was clearly his fiancée, and he was just a little short of marrying her.
"If the Third Miss wants to see someone, why don't we go to the backyard to meet her?" Pei Zhao thought to himself. If the Duke of Jingguo's mansion could detain someone, why couldn't he do the same?
As if she could see through Pei Zhao's thoughts, Song Yue chuckled and raised her chin.
The sound of a child crying rang in my ears.
Both Zhao Qingyan and Xu Qing'er had their mouths gagged by the nanny, and two Imperial Guards each held a child in their arms.
Pei Zhao's pupils contracted the moment he saw the child.
"Alright, if you want to keep your grandmother here to chat, go ahead. The princess's residence is hosting a grand banquet today, and I will personally escort her to the banquet. When the young master has some free time, I will bring her back."
Song Yue stood up and gave a signal to have someone take the person away.
"Father!" Tiger shouted.
Pei Zhao's expression changed drastically: "Song Yue, you are truly despicable, daring to threaten an innocent child. You have trespassed into the Prince's residence, which is a capital offense."
Song Yue glanced at Pei Zhao with disdain: "Everyone in the capital knows that I, Song Yue, am despicable and shameless, so what?"
"You!" Pei Zhao choked with emotion.
“Every incense stick's time, I will personally send someone to carry it back to the Prince of Zhennan’s residence. Let’s see if the young master can withstand it.” Song Yue turned and left.
Pei Zhao gritted his teeth in anger: "Wait!"
Song Yue continued walking forward without stopping, not turning her head: "My price is only to get married two years later. As for whether the person the young master asked to leave is dead or alive, it doesn't matter to me. But the young master, he lost his mother, wife, and son in middle age..."
"Enough!" Pei Zhao was so angry that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst.
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