Granny Zhang hesitated before reminding her, "Miss, you brought three large dowry bags from Madam. Madam is resentful and will definitely try every means to sow discord between you and the eldest young master. Actually, the eldest young master is not a bad person, but he can't resist the instigation of Madam and the second young lady. After all, you are siblings. One day the eldest young master will see your goodness."
Upon hearing this, Song Yue gave a mocking smile: "There's absolutely no need for that."
She had long since given up on Song Hengchuan.
With the hatred spanning two lifetimes combined, Song Hengchuan must pay the price.
After just one day of peace, Song Hengchuan walked in with a livid face in the evening, angrily rebuking her: "How dare you force your mother to let you keep her dowry? All these years your mother has worked hard for this family, and now you're taking advantage of her misfortune. Where is the dowry?"
Song Hengchuan had just learned that his mother had fallen ill from exhaustion, so he rushed to see her and found that her eyes were red. After pressing her for details, he learned that Song Yue had taken three large loads of dowry under the pretext of his marriage.
Song Yue stood up, her gaze level with Song Hengchuan's: "This dowry was left by my mother, and I have a share. You took sixty-six loads by yourself, while I only took three loads. What right do you have to criticize me?"
"What kind of attitude is this? I am the eldest son and will inherit the Duke's mansion in the future. What makes you think you can compare yourself to me?" Song Hengchuan said angrily, "You're so young and you're already thinking about men. You have no shame!"
“Young Master, how can you speak like that? The young lady is your own sister. Besides, this dowry originally belonged to her. Since the Princess is not here, the Madam is keeping it safe. Now that the young lady is grown up, what's wrong with her asking for her dowry back? This old servant remembers that when the Second Young Lady was ten years old, the Madam taught her to do accounts.” Zhang Mama couldn’t stand it anymore.
It's no wonder the young lady looks down on the eldest son; he's just too clueless.
The dowry was only three loads, not even a fraction of the eldest son's.
"How dare you!" Enraged that his thoughts had been exposed, Song Hengchuan kicked and shoved Zhang Mama. Song Yue, quick as a flash, grabbed a round stool and smashed it down hard on Song Hengchuan's outstretched foot.
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