Chapter 39 Si Yao was slapped by two people in turn
"Si He, how dare you hit me! Do you know I know martial arts?!" Si Yao covered her face, her eyes filled with shock.
She thought that Si He was still as easy to bully as before.
Therefore, he did not use martial arts.
Unexpectedly, she slapped him across the face instead.
Si Yao could no longer bear it and reached directly for the whip at her waist!
I'm going to teach her a lesson she won't forget.
"Have you made enough of a scene?!" Old Madam Si interrupted Si He after he finished hitting her.
The three women immediately fell silent and all looked at Madam Si.
“Grandmother, you saw it too! Sihe pushed Mother and hit me! I am a female general, so I won’t hold it against her, but my mother is also her mother! She is so unfilial, you must punish her severely!”
Si Yao held her breath and swallowed it down.
She knew that no matter how outspoken she was, she couldn't be disrespectful in front of her grandmother.
The Si family maintained their prestige entirely on the grandmother's dowry; the Si Vice Minister's meager salary was simply not enough to support so many people living a life of good food and drink.
Therefore, Si Yao was taught from a young age not to be disrespectful to her grandmother.
Otherwise, her grandmother wouldn't give her a single penny of her dowry!
She endured it in order to receive a portion of her grandmother's dowry.
"Sihe has been so presumptuous, please punish Sihe severely, Grandmother!"
"You're the one who's being insolent!" Old Madam Si stood up, leaning on her cane, and slapped Si Yao across the other side of her face.
Si Yao's cheeks were flushed evenly.
She looked at Madam Si with disappointment and confusion, "Why did you hit me!"
Are you crazy? Si He hit her, and not only did her grandmother not stand up for her, but she also slapped her again.
This is absolutely incomprehensible!
“This is the Si family home. In the Si family mansion, my words carry weight. What are you, an outsider, doing here with such insolence?”
"You actually tried to hit my own granddaughter, and she hit you back, and you still dare to ask for justice? Where is justice? Is it in your black heart?"
Grandma Si spoke with a strong voice, not at all like a frail old woman.
A hint of doubt flashed in Si Yao's eyes.
From the time she was adopted by the Si family, her grandmother's health was always poor, and she rarely even left the house, let alone had the strength to manage household affairs.
Why do you have so much strength when you hit her now? And you say such nasty things.
Could it be that Grandmother is going to die of illness soon?
When will she finally get her hands on the dowry that she's eyeing from her grandmother?
"Mother-in-law, Yao'er is just a child. How can she face people in the future if you hit her so hard!"
Madam Si's heart clenched, and she came to Si Yao and stroked her face.
Si Yao looked aggrieved. "Grandmother is an elder. If she wants to hit me, I can only endure it. It's out of filial piety that I can't do anything to disobey my elders."
“Mother-in-law, did you hear that? This is the difference between Yao’er and Sihe!” Madam Si compared the two of them.
Si He rolled her eyes impatiently and led Qingbao to the old lady's side.
The three of them and the other three formed a standoff.
"Come on, only you would believe something like that!" Old Madam Si looked at her daughter-in-law with a speechless expression, as if she were a fool. She continued...
"Now that Qingbao is here, why not have her go through the underworld again and call back Lao San's soul, so we can see who is right and who is wrong in this matter!"
Back then, wasn't it Qingbao who used her ghost pen to draw a path through the underworld and pull Old Madam Si back from the brink of death?
"No, it's not possible. My third uncle's soul hasn't returned to the West yet, so we can't call him back!"
At this moment, the little dumpling who had been watching the show shook its head, and the two little tufts on its head shook along with it.
Si Yao sneered, "See? You all said she was capable, but now it seems she's nothing but a coward who only knows how to run away from problems."
“She doesn’t even have that pen anymore, so how can she go to the underworld? Grandmother, you’re really putting her in a difficult position. Why not place your hopes on our Mengmeng?”
Si Yao laughed out loud without trying to hide it.
Fortunately, Qingbao no longer has this pen and is now useless, otherwise she would have been able to wake up her third brother.
If her third brother were to reveal that she pushed him to ward off evil spirits, what would her brothers and parents think of her?
Su Mengmeng stepped forward, still holding a pen in her hand, and said, "Great-grandmother, this pen has already been given to me."
Grandma Si recognized the pen; Qingbao had used it to draw a picture of Yama, the King of Hell, which allowed her to travel to the underworld.
This pen is extraordinary; it possesses great power.
It's in Su Mengmeng's hands?
Her first reaction was, "Mengmeng, it's wrong to steal. Quickly return the pen to Qingbao."
Only Qingbao can unleash its supernatural power.
This is a matter of life and death for her two grandsons, so how could Madam Si let Su Mengmeng cause trouble!
Su Mengmeng was so angry that she cried.
"I didn't steal it, the pen just wants to be my master!"
"You've come to acknowledge me as your master? Then call back the soul of the third son and let's see," said Madam Si.
Su Mengmeng was immediately at a loss, and she burst into tears, "I don't know how to use it! Qingbao didn't tell me how to use it! I don't know how to use it, waaaaah..."
These words were spoken.
Madam Si rolled her eyes.
Don't know how to use it? Then isn't that stealing it?
"Qingbao, your great-grandmother remembers that you know how to use it." The old woman asked Qingbao with a kind expression.
Qingbao nodded her little head, "Yes, Qingbao can!"
After saying that, Qingbao reached out and the judge's pen came into her hand.
Even the pen seemed to change size as she clenched her fist, making the vermilion on the tip appear even more vibrant and fiery.
Madam Si was very excited. "See? I told you you stole Qingbao's pen. Even if you don't return it, such a precious object is not something you can possess!"
Su Mengmeng looked at her empty palms, completely bewildered.
"I didn't steal it. This pen has taken over my domain. Qingbao said that as long as I give her money and offer her tea, she will teach me how to use it," Su Mengmeng tried to explain.
Qingbao raised her little face and said, "Yes, I'll acknowledge her as my master. I'll get angry if I use Bibi."
After saying that.
The pen flew from her palm and then tapped Qingbao on the head.
It was as if they were urging her to start acting.
Then, Qingbao started fighting with it.
She was only slightly taller than the judge's pen, and they started fighting with their pens.
The pen tip was stuck in her little tuft of hair, swaying back and forth with it.
When Si Yao saw this, she couldn't stop smiling. She felt that her daughter and mother-in-law were right; this pen really did have magical powers.
"See? This pen is completely unruly and only Mengmeng can use it."
Su Mengmeng nodded knowingly.
When Madam Si saw a pen and a baby, she immediately started fighting, feeling like the sky had fallen.
"What about Zhao'er?!"
Does she really want to watch her two grandsons die?
“A mere wake-up call doesn’t even require the pen.” Qingbao slapped the judge’s pen on the ground.
The tips of the brush drooped down in frustration.
Qingbao, with her short little legs, came to Si Zhao's sickbed.
She had seen that hateful face on her first day back in the capital, and Qingbao wouldn't give him a kind look.
Snap—
Qingbao slapped Si Zhao across the face.
Si Zhao's dark and gloomy face suddenly turned rosy.
However, the red mark was a small handprint!
Si Yao's smile froze slightly.
Could Third Brother really wake up?
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