After Zhao Changming finished writing, he crumpled the paper into tiny pieces, wishing he could throw it all at Ruizhen's face to vent his anger.
Ruizhen accepted the divorce papers, overjoyed and weeping, she even started crying while looking at the paper.
"After all these years, we've finally made it to the end..."
Qin Xiaoniang hugged her and said, "I heard from He'er that you live in this dilapidated cave. From now on, bring your child and come live with us. The expenses will be deducted from your wages. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"No, of course not, but... I still have my mother-in-law. Zhao Changming, that heartless man, doesn't even support his own mother. He's truly hateful."
Song He'er learned from her that the old woman hadn't treated her well before and often used her dowry to make up for her losses!
Therefore, there is no need to support her now. Just ask Zhao Changming to write a document to send this trouble away!
Thinking this, Song He'er walked over to Zhao Changming and stuffed the paper back into his hands. "Add a clause: from now on, you will be responsible for your mother's life, health, and death. It has nothing to do with Madam Xiao."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Changming's eyes widened. "How can this be? It's only natural for a daughter-in-law to be filial to her mother-in-law!"
“But now that Lady Xiao is no longer your wife, your mother should be taken care of by your concubine.”
"you....."
Song Xiaoyu pressed her leg down on him even harder, "Stop talking nonsense."
Zhao Changming was also driven to a dead end by this group of people, so he could only bury his head and write another line at the very bottom.
Song Xiaoyu then released Zhao Changming, took the paper from his hand, and handed it to Ruizhen. "Now, you are finally completely free."
"Thank you, thank you... but where did you take that little bitch?"
Li Qiang smiled and said, "Nothing will happen. As long as Zhao Changming behaves himself, he will see his beloved concubine in less than half a day!"
Ruizhen nodded and shifted her gaze to Zhao Changming, who was still kneeling beside her.
"Why aren't you getting out of here?"
Song He'er knew that the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, so he couldn't walk normally and could only stay in place for half an hour until the effects of the drug wore off before he could get up and leave.
“We should just go about our business. Let him leave whenever he wants. He’s probably possessed by an evil spirit, and God is punishing him by making him lame!” Zhang Xiu’e said angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, the others stopped paying attention to Zhao Changming and continued to bury themselves in their own work.
After about half an incense stick's time, Zhao Changming was finally able to stand up from the ground.
He just kept cursing as he walked, "Damn it, what kind of evil spirit has been planted in my legs! You guys must be using sorcery! That little brat must be a witch!"
Zhang Xiue swung the stick over her shoulder and said, "If you say another word, I'll break your other leg too! Then let's see if your beautiful concubine will still care about you!"
Zhao Changming snorted coldly and limped up the mountain...
After that person left, things finally calmed down for a while. Everyone finished making all the oil-paper umbrellas and was just waiting to hand them over that evening.
Dinner was better than in the past few days, and Song He'er took out some carrots from her spatial storage, lying that they were dug up from the mountain.
Zhang Xiue stir-fried it with potatoes and also made egg porridge.
After all, everyone has been working hard these past few days and has encountered many things, so we should eat more good food to replenish ourselves.
When the moon hung high in the trees, the river surface was once again illuminated by lights.
Li Qiang packed all the oil-paper umbrellas. Because there were quite a few this time, it would take four people to carry them all away.
So this time, Song Xiaoyu, Li Qiang and his wife, and Zhang Xiue went to deliver the goods.
Song He'er looked towards the river and saw that the light on the boat was quite bright, so she was certain that Jiang Huaifu had come again.
Meanwhile, Li Qiang and the others had already carried sacks to the riverbank to deliver the goods. Song He'er couldn't follow them rashly, so she found a convenient excuse to slowly approach the riverbank from another direction.
The same few servants came to pick up the goods. After they checked the goods, they also paid off the debt from that day, giving Song Xiaoyu a total of 280 coins.
After receiving the money, Song Xiaoyu did not linger there but led everyone back the way they came.
Seeing them leave, Song He'er peeked out from behind the rock, walked to the riverbank, and asked the servant, "Has Your Highness arrived?"
The servant replied with a smile, "You've arrived. We're waiting for you on the boat."
Song He'er was slightly taken aback. Did this person mean that she should get on the ship?
"Miss Song, it's cold outside. We've prepared fruit and tea on the boat. Please come aboard."
"Oh well......"
Song He'er looked back and felt that getting on the ship was indeed safer, so she took a step and stepped onto the swaying deck.
A stove was burning inside the boat, making it very warm. Jiang Huaifu sat inside wearing only a thin silk robe, which, in the candlelight, revealed his tall and slender figure.
"I know you must have something to say. Has my father's affair been exposed?" Song He'er asked.
Jiang Huaifu didn't look up, but slowly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song He'er.
"Sit down first, don't be so hasty."
"I can't stay calm. This concerns the lives of all of us. I don't want to die!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaifu's lips curled up. He raised his head and stared at her patiently: "You fearless little brat, you're afraid of death? As far as I know, you're not afraid of anything."
"Young Master Jiang, I'm really not joking. Please tell me, considering I saved your life too."
Jiang Huaifu breathed a sigh of relief, took a statement from the table, and handed it to Song He'er.
"This was obtained from a prison in Xizhou. One prisoner couldn't withstand the torture and confessed to a lot of things, but my men secretly stopped him. Your father is not only smuggling salt, but he's also secretly looking for something, something that seems very valuable..."
"What is that?"
"It wasn't written in the confession, it only said that you should find your stepmother, Madam Li, at all costs."
"Madam Li".
Song He'er was puzzled for a moment. Song Xiaoqi's feelings for Li Shi were definitely fake. In this world, he only loved himself and didn't care about anything else.
So what is it about the person that Song Xiaoqi is so willing to go to such lengths to find that he is willing to pay such a high price?
"Your wife's family must be quite powerful, right? Perhaps your father is after some kind of family heirloom?"
A single word awakened me from my dream!
A family heirloom?
Song He'er suddenly thought of something.
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