Chapter 537 Today, either divorce or lose your husband
Song Xubai stood at the door, panting, his youthful face full of determination.
He said word by word, "Mother, you don't have to worry about what others do. You just need to ask your own heart."
Song Huai'en suddenly laughed in anger, pointing at Yan Qing and saying, "Yan, these are the two good children you raised, yet they are disrespectful and unfilial, and they actually dared to commit treason and instigate their parents to divorce.
Go out and ask around in Beijing to see if there are any families raising their children like them!"
Yan Qing could tolerate others saying bad things about her, but she could not bear to hear anyone slandering her children, even if that person was their biological father.
She walked forward quickly, mustered all her strength, raised her hand and slapped Song Huai'en hard, and spat, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself, who do you think you are?
The fact that your Song family has such wonderful children like Yanxi and Baier is purely due to the kindness and good deeds done by the old Marquis and his wife in the past, and their ancestors' graves are filled with gratitude."
Song Huai'en was completely unprepared and was slapped in the face.
He came back to his senses and angrily said, "You bitch, you are really rebellious. You dare to attack me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand fiercely, but his wrist was grabbed by someone in mid-air.
The boy in my memory who only dared to call him dad timidly and didn't even dare to look up at him, had grown into the same height as him without me noticing.
He is actually a bit stronger than his father.
Song Xubai just pulled his wrist lightly, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
If Yan Qing hadn't called out "Bai'er" in time, he would have wanted to kick Song Huai'en again.
Seeing his hypocritical face, he was filled with anger.
How can such a selfish man who has never cared about the life and death of mother and son be worthy of being their father?
Song Huai'en barely managed to stand steady by holding onto a pillar, and angrily said, "Well, now you've all grown so powerful that you dare to fight me.
This Marquis will write a memorial tomorrow to accuse you two of being unfilial."
"You go now."
The brother and sister said in unison.
Song Huai'en's eyes widened. He didn't expect that the two of them were willing to ruin their own prospects and future for Yan Qing.
Knowing that he could not threaten them, he turned his attention to Yan Qing.
She is a mother, how could she be so cruel?
Before Song Huai'en could speak, Yan Qing said coldly, "Go ahead and file a complaint, whether it's in Shuntian Prefecture or before the Emperor, the three of us will fight to the end."
Upon hearing this, Song Huai'en's expression became even uglier.
The development of things was beyond his expectations and was deviating further and further in an uncontrollable direction.
No, this can't go on.
His original intention was to use his eldest daughter's influence to secure a good future for his precious daughter, but now he was being led by them to the point of wanting a divorce.
If this divorce letter is really written, Yan Qing will no longer have any relationship with the Yongchuan Marquisate and will no longer care about the life and death of the Marquisate.
As for the ungrateful pair she gave birth to, there's no need to even mention them.
Each of them looked like they wanted to eat him alive, and they didn't behave like filial children at all.
Could he make them happy just like that?
Seeing Song Huai'en's eyes rolling, as if he had a plan in mind, Song Yanxi reminded him: "A divorce letter in exchange for your precious daughter's bright future is not a loss."
Song Huai'en waved his hand, intending to have a good talk with her.
But he didn't expect Yan Qing to grab the teacup on the table and smash it towards him.
He was unable to dodge and the teacup hit the burned part of his chest, causing him to scream in pain.
Yan Qing said coldly, "Why are you pretending? The real pain is still to come."
As she spoke, she looked around, picked up a chair and was about to throw it at Song Huai'en.
If Song Yanxi and Song Xubai had not stopped him in time, the other half of his head would probably have been bleeding.
Song Huai'en was terrified and took several steps back, his eyes glaring as he said, "You vicious woman, are you trying to murder your husband?"
"Bah!" Yan Qing stared at him intently, and said sinisterly, "Today you either get a divorce or lose your husband. Choose one."
Song Huai'en gritted his teeth and asked, "What if I don't choose any of them?"
Song Yanxi supported Yan Qing, and with a glance, two sturdy servants immediately stood behind him, blocking his retreat.
With that attitude, if Song Huai'en dared to say no, he would smash his head to the ground the next moment.
He was furious, "Rebellious daughter, do you want to kill your father?"
Song Yanxi raised the corner of her lips slightly, "If you don't know what's best for you, I can still help you."
"You dare!" Song Huai'en was a little unsure, but he still looked tough.
He is their biological father, how dare she touch him?
Feeling the chill in her eyes, Song Huai'en's voice trembled, "A son who kills his father will be punished by heaven!"
Song Yanxi said calmly, "It doesn't matter. You will go to hell before me anyway."
"You!" Song Huai'en felt a chill on his back.
A voice in his ear told him that this unfilial daughter was not trying to scare him, but really had murderous intentions.
Thinking of the blood relationship between the two, Song Huai'en said with a look of sorrow in his eyes, "You have never been close to your father since you were little. I never thought that after so many years, you would dare to have such a rebellious idea."
He gritted his teeth and said with determination, "Everyone on this street saw me enter your Princess's Mansion today. If anything happens to me, the Censorate will present your impeachment memorial to His Majesty tomorrow.
Even if you are a princess personally appointed by His Majesty, you cannot bear the guilt of patricide!"
Hearing this, Song Yanxi couldn't help but chuckle.
Song Huai'en was frightened by what he saw and scolded, "If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you laughing for no reason?"
Song Yanxi: "I laugh at your naiveté."
Under Song Huai'en's puzzled gaze, she said, "You are already old, and you spend all day in the entertainment industry without restraint. Your body is already at the end of its strength.
After being humiliated in front of the Princess's Mansion today, it's only natural that he died of anger and desperation."
She smiled and said caringly, "Don't worry, father. Although you have never taken care of us siblings for a day, you are still a piece of shit.
But after all, we are father and daughter. For the sake of my grandparents, I will definitely arrange a good funeral for you.
I will allow you to be buried with honor as the Marquis of Yongchuan Mansion."
"You!" Song Huai'en's lips trembled with anger, and he said with all his might, "I am the Marquis of Yongchuan. If anything happens to me, His Majesty will definitely send someone to investigate.
What the truth is, it will not be up to you to decide then."
Song Yanxi nodded, but the smile on her face grew even wider.
Song Huai'en was frightened by her smile and subconsciously took two steps back, bumping into a servant.
The man didn't even move, but straightened his chest, which made him stagger forward a few steps and kneel heavily on the ground.
And the direction he was facing was Song Yanxi.
With a dull "dong" sound, Song Huai'en kowtowed firmly to her, Yan Qing and the other two.
Yan Qing said with a cold face: "He owes you this."
Song Huai'en raised his head, feeling both ashamed and angry, and said, "Yan Qing, how dare you humiliate me like this today? Tomorrow..."
Song Yanxi interrupted him, "How about tomorrow?"
Facing those eyes filled with resentment, she asked again, "Father, have you forgotten what your daughter usually does?"
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