Upon hearing this, Song Juncai shuddered and reluctantly stood up from his chair.
He looked pleadingly at his elder brother and sister-in-law, but Song Junliang kept his hands in his sleeves, looking completely unperturbed. He looked up at the sky, pretending not to see anything.
Song Juncai choked up, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, let's all go and take a look together!"
Not only Song Junliang, but also the other members of the family were all talking about it and no one wanted to say anything.
Finally, Song Junliang spoke up: "It's already late at night. If everyone goes, it might disturb Mother's rest. Since Mother wants you to go, Juncai and your family should go instead."
Left with no other choice, Song Juncai eventually left with Zhao Qianlan and Song Ruoan.
With their hearts pounding, the group returned to Madam Song's courtyard.
As soon as she entered the door, Zhao Qianlan took the initiative and began to shout loudly, "Mother, what's wrong? Why did you call us all here in the middle of the night?"
"Has Song Xizhi been lazy and not serving you properly? Has he made Mother suffer? If so, we're all here to support you!"
Her words were quite meaningful, implying that Song Xizhi hadn't asked for enough money. Now that they were here, Song Xizhi would have to give back whatever amount he had.
But to everyone's surprise, Madam Song didn't respond at all.
As soon as Zhao Qianlan finished speaking, the sound of clappers came from inside the room, and unpleasant words came out of Old Madam Song's mouth in a flash.
Hearing this, Song Juncai, who was standing outside the door, couldn't help but twitch his lips twice, and whispered, "It seems that Song Xizhi really did cure the person, otherwise he wouldn't have so much energy..."
Zhao Qianlan's eye twitched involuntarily.
Song Xizhi stood aside without speaking, expressionlessly welcoming the family of three inside, then spoke meaningfully to Old Madam Song:
"Grandmother has been thinking about them a lot. Now that her granddaughter has invited her father, stepmother, and sister, Grandmother, if you have anything to say or do, don't keep it to yourself."
Lying on the bed, Old Madam Song glanced quickly at Song Xizhi. She understood Song Xizhi's expression and her eyes darted around.
What could be more important than one's own life these days?
Not to mention the vile bitch in front of me who poisoned me, and her son is no better, marrying such a scumbag.
As Madam Song thought about it, her expression became increasingly sinister, and she felt more and more resentful.
She kicked her legs, making a drumming sound on the bed: "I need to poop! I need to poop! Zhao Qianlan, come and help me poop!"
Zhao Qianlan felt a chill run down her spine as past memories flooded back. She quickly took a few steps back and asked Song Xizhi, "It was about pooping?"
"Why go through all this trouble to call so many people over? Is Song Xizhi incapable of serving? Why not have her serve them?"
Old Madam Song glanced at her sideways with her triangular eyes, then started clapping her clappers again, venting her resentment as she launched into a tirade: "What are you thinking, you damned bitch?"
"Those officials are precious, how can they compare to a shameless illegitimate daughter like you? You were born to serve others, a lowly thing, married as a second wife, and I haven't seen you serving them all these years. After being an official's wife for a few years, have you forgotten your own worth? I'll make my son divorce you sooner or later!"
Her words were utterly merciless, tearing away all of Zhao Qianlan's pretense of decency, causing Zhao Qianlan's eyes to redden and her whole body to tremble.
After saying this, Madam Song glanced at Song Xizhi cautiously. Seeing Song Xizhi nod with a smile, she became even more imposing, like a little child who had been praised. Her eyes lit up, and she was in better spirits.
"What's wrong, you bastard? Why aren't you going to serve your old mother?"
Zhao Qianlan couldn't take it anymore, but since the person in front of her was her mother-in-law, she couldn't say a word in rebuttal. She could only look at Song Juncai pitifully, then take a step forward and intend to help her to the outhouse.
“Mother, please don’t say anything. It’s my duty to take care of you. I’ll help you to the outhouse.”
Madam Song shoved her arm away: "Outhouse? I need to relieve myself in bed. Go and clean my chamber pot and bring it to me."
Zhao Qianlan took another deep breath.
Before she could speak, Song Juncai hurriedly said, "Since you need to use the toilet inside, Mother, shouldn't I wait outside? It's not very convenient to stand inside."
Upon hearing his words, the light in Zhao Qianlan's eyes went out in an instant.
But Old Madam Song just sneered: "Go out? It's so cold outside. You're my son, what are you afraid of..."
Song Juncai looked at her hopefully, and then heard her continue:
"Go kneel in that corner of the outer room with me, kneel with Ruo'an, kneel far away, where you can't see and won't be exposed to the wind."
With a "whoosh," the light in Song Juncai's eyes went out in an instant.
As she spoke, Madam Song glanced at Song Xizhi again, and said in a flattering tone, her voice becoming much sweeter: "Zhizhi, go out too. Grandmother is taking a dump in there, it stinks, don't let the smell bother you."
Upon hearing the word "flower," Song Ruoan's pale face brightened considerably, and she asked expectantly, "Sister, will you come out and kneel with us too?"
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Song was startled and glared fiercely at Song Ruoan:
"Zhizhi, go sit in the outer room and keep an eye on your sister and your father. See if they are kneeling properly. I dreamt that the Bodhisattva said that if my son is not filial, my illness will never be cured!"
Upon hearing this, the light in Song Ruoan's eyes vanished instantly.
Song Juncai stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Mother! I am that bastard's biological father, and you make your son kneel while she stands?"
Old Madam Song coughed a few times in anger. She glanced fearfully at Song Xizhi, then at Siqin behind her, who was holding a sword. The group stood there expressionless, like the Black and White Impermanence.
She said urgently, "Go to hell! You're the bastard! Get out there and kneel down, Zhizhi, sit down!"
Song Juncai was so angry that he trembled all over, and his vision began to go black.
The group staggered out, with Song Xizhi following slowly behind.
Song Xizhi waited until Song Juncai and Song Ruoan knelt in the corner, too angry to speak, before choosing a chair to sit down.
Before she could even sit down, Zhao Qianlan's shrill scream echoed from the inner bedroom again:
"What! You pooped in your pocket?!"
Upon hearing this, Old Madam Song became displeased and began to scold and yell, "It was just a loud fart, and then it came out. What are you yelling about? Do you want to eat it, you bastard?"
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