Her gaze was like an icy blade as she swept over Sang Wenyin. "Miss Sang, since you keep saying this is 'proof of your love' with Liao Lingxi, then this lady wants to see how much your 'love is stronger than gold' can withstand! As for this piece of meat in your belly..."
Xu's eyes fell on Sang Wenyin's protected belly, with undisguised coldness and contempt: "Madam Sang, this is your Sang family's flesh and blood. Whether to keep it or not is up to you. But if you want my mansion to cover up such a scandal for your Sang family, it's absolutely impossible!"
"Madam Hou! No!" Madam Sang completely collapsed, fell to the ground, and sobbed, "Please! Leave Wenyin a way to live! Save some face for the Sang family..."
"Respect?" Xu asked coldly, "Did the Sang family ever consider the word 'respect' when they did this? Madam Sang, please go back! The Marquisate will make the final decision on this matter!"
She turned around with a flick of her sleeves, no longer looking at Mrs. Sang who was crying on the ground, with a resolute attitude.
Jiang Jinzhao, who had been standing quietly by the side, looked extremely calm from beginning to end.
His eyes seemed to casually sweep across the corner.
My younger sister Jiang Songyi was putting down her teacup and wiping the corner of her lips with a plain handkerchief in an extremely elegant manner, as if the thrilling farce just now had nothing to do with her.
Only Jiang Jinzhao knew that those words that hit home just now came from the heart of this sister who seemed to be out of the matter.
A very faint warmth quietly dispelled the coldness in my heart.
He calmly withdrew his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and whispered something to the trusted servant standing behind him, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear: "Go, tell the kitchen to prepare more high-quality snow pears every day from now on."
The servant was stunned for a moment, then responded respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness." Although he didn't understand why the prince suddenly became concerned about fruits, he didn't dare to ask more questions.
Jiang Jinzhao stopped talking and turned his gaze back to the hall.
Mrs. Sang had been half-supported and half-carried up by two old women. She looked dazed and seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
Sang Wenyin still stood there stubbornly, her hands protecting her lower abdomen tighter, her face as pale as paper.
The look he gave Xu and Jiang Jinzhao was filled with resentment and despair.
A farce seems to be coming to an end, but the heavy curtain has just been opened.
The real storm is yet to come.
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