So the old woman tugged at Madam Zhao's sleeve: "Master, this lady seems easy to get along with, why are you suddenly speaking like this?"
Madam Zhao recalled Zhao Qingshu's words and sneered: "She... is nothing but a promiscuous woman. Her husband is lying in bed, yet she dresses up so seductively. She's clearly no good."
She hated these seductive vixens the most in her life. If her husband was in a coma, it was this kind of person who would destroy other people's homes, restless and unwilling to be alone, making men infatuated.
Even if her husband hadn't specifically warned her to be careful of this woman, she would still keep her distance and give her the cold shoulder.
There's no smoke without fire.
Now her husband has traveled a long way to find her, and this usually indifferent man has so clearly expressed his disgust for Song Xizhi, even telling her to be wary of him.
There must be some shameful secret about Song Xizhi that her husband has found out about.
How could she not be on guard?
Thinking of this, Madam Zhao stepped forward and tugged at Madam Xin's sleeve:
“Yongshu, to tell you the truth, she is not a good woman. If you want peace and quiet in the household, you should stay away from her.”
Madam Zhao's voice was not quiet, and she did not intend to hide it from Song Xizhi. Everyone who was packing their bags in the room was holding back their anger.
Granny Wu was also puzzled: "Master, you were never one to swallow your anger before, so why are you packing your bags so readily now?"
"She's Prince Yu's maternal aunt, so what? You're the wife of a second-rank general! Although you're a bit young, according to rank, it's hard to say who's superior!"
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi simply smiled and then poured the leftover milk from the square table directly under the soft couch.
"What am I after? I just want some peace and quiet. She's obviously here to cause trouble."
Everyone saw Song Xizhi's sudden action, which was both swift and decisive, and also quite dashing.
Everyone was taken aback, but Song Xizhi raised her eyebrows and smiled faintly: "Granny, where is the milk you prepared for me today?"
Granny Wu handed the jar she was holding to Song Xizhi, somewhat bewildered by her sudden change of topic:
"The pot is full, but you only took one sip, the rest is right here."
Song Xizhi waved his hand and lowered his voice: "Sprinkle half under the bed, and keep the other half, I still want to drink it."
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