Hearing this, Song Juncai and Zhao Qianlan felt both distressed and annoyed.
As an assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, Song Juncai asked for leave from the Ministry of Rites immediately after the morning court session and hurried home.
As soon as the two entered, they could hear Song Juncai berating Song Xizhi:
"Song Xizhi, do you think that now that you've married into the Marquis's household, you've become too powerful and even want to keep your own sister's dowry?"
"Do you know that if this gets out, the world's scorn will drown you?"
Seeing his father's exasperated expression, Song Xizhi simply smiled slightly.
"You condone the Zhao family's favoritism towards their two daughters, not only arranging marriages for them but also failing to divide their dowries equally. You are utterly wicked, aren't you afraid of being drowned by the spittle of the world?!"
These words made Song Juncai so angry that he almost fell over.
As Zhao Qianlan watched her daughter and son-in-law enter the room, she explained in a tearful, extremely weak voice:
“Xizhi, what you’re saying hurts your mother’s feelings. I’ve shown you the dowry list before, and they’re all the same. But Ruo’an’s uncle and maternal grandfather added to her dowry, so hers looks a bit more.”
Upon hearing this, He Yunze looked at Song Xizhi's repulsive face with disgust: "You stole the dowry given by Uncle Ruo'an and Grandfather. What is this if not theft?"
“I will report this matter truthfully to my grandmother and father. You must return Ruo'an's dowry to her and publicly kowtow to apologize to her!”
Song Xizhi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite: "So, to admit one's mistake of concealing the dowry requires kowtowing and apology. Then please, Father and Madam Song, kowtow to me and apologize!"
"After all, I didn't see a single penny of the large dowry and huge fortune left by my mother; you all pocketed it."
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