Old Li was caught off guard and stumbled. Sang Wenyin actually broke free from her grip and flung herself towards the carriage window like a moth to a flame!
“Yin’er——!”
Mrs. Sang, who was sitting in the carriage, clearly heard this cry from the depths of her soul.
There was no mistaking this voice! Those tearful eyes! It was truly her Yin'er!
At this moment, Sang Wenzhu and Sang Wenhua's faces were like two masks, their lips tightly pursed, but their eyes were like daggers filled with poison, silently warning: the Sang family's reputation, their father's official reputation, the honor and disgrace of the entire mansion, and the upcoming opportunity to cling to the Second Prince, all depended on this decision! No room for hesitation!
At that moment, Mrs. Sang raised her hand halfway, and her knuckles turned white.
In the end, he didn't look out the window again, but just slowly closed his eyes out of extreme exhaustion.
The string of small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads that she had been twisting in her hand made a subtle and regular "click" sound, and finally slipped out of her wide sleeves and hung between her fingers.
"Mother!" Sang Wenzhu urged nervously at the right time.
This sound made Mrs. Sang's closed eyelashes tremble violently. Without opening her eyes, she moved her lips and squeezed out a word from between her teeth:
"……Walk."
As soon as she uttered these words, it was as if the unbearable burden on her heart had been lifted. She leaned back into the soft cushions of the carriage, never glancing out the chaotic window again.
"Madam has ordered that the crazy woman be sent to death!" The housekeeper next to her had already understood what was going on and immediately raised her voice and shouted sternly.
She deliberately emphasized the word "on the road".
The other two sturdy women, who had been ready for a fight, rushed forward like hungry tigers, ten times more ferocious than Lao Li.
“Um…Wuwu…” Sang Wenyin burst into tears.
Sang Wenzhu's harsh and stern voice followed, "Sister Hua'er, look! This slut is so rude! She actually dared to touch our new car with her dirty hands! Who does she think she is?"
Sang Wenhua had already swiftly climbed back into the carriage. Upon hearing this, she lifted a corner of the curtain. Her face, delicately made up, showed no emotion at all. "That's right, sister. She's not afraid of breaking her bones if she hits our carriage!"
"Hmph!" Sang Wenzhu watched with satisfaction, lowered the curtain, and rang out in a sharp voice from within the carriage: "What are you waiting for? Let's go! Are we going to let you wait for us?"
"Gee!" the driver shouted loudly, and the whip in his hand exploded in the air with a crisp sound.
The wheels began to turn with a sharp grinding sound.
The sunlight seemed to be brighter again, casting a warm glow.
The gilded ornaments on the carriage's roof reflected a dazzling yet cold light. The wheels rolled with a steady, rhythmic sound as it gradually approached the memorial archway at the entrance of Sangfu Lane, turned another corner, and finally disappeared completely at the end of the street.
Doorman Old Li looked at Sang Wenyin with disdain as she was dragged into the depths of the alley by the women, and spat heavily on the ground: "Bah! What a damn bad luck! Getting into trouble so early in the morning!"
He cursed and slapped the muddy corner of his clothes, then stretched and slowly walked back to his bench.
Another doorman came over and handed over a pipe. Soon, the pungent smell of low-quality dry tobacco spread among the chaotic fishy and dusty smells, slowly blurring out everything that had just happened.
In a cold and damp corner deep in the alley, Sang Wenyin was thrown heavily to the ground by two old women like a rag bag.
Her frail body thudded against the wall, making a dull thud. She curled up in the cold muddy water, her cough tearing at her throat and chest.
The cold voices of the old women rang out above her head: "You unlucky bastard! If you dare to mess around here again, I'll skin you alive!"
"Why don't you just get out of here?! Are you waiting to be beaten to death?"
Sang Wenyin slowly raised her head.
Those eyes were dark, and it seemed that all light had burned out in the depths, leaving only a cold ember, looking dimly towards the direction of the alley entrance - that was the direction of the main gate of the Sang Mansion.
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The Second Prince's Mansion.
The entire Imperial Street in front of the main gate was already crowded with all kinds of luxurious carriages and horses.
The horses pulling the carriages snorted from time to time, and the bells on their ornaments jingled crisply and frequently, mixed with the driver's loud shouts, the servants' hurried calls, and the loud laughter of officials greeting each other.
Boxes of carefully packaged gifts were carried into the mansion from the side door like water, and the sound of the gift list being called out was almost endless.
The third-day baptism banquet for the little prince was incredibly grand.
Although the emperor was filled with suspicion due to the assassination of Crown Prince Xinyi Daoyi and the serious injury of Fourth Prince Xinyi Zigu, and even secretly suspected Second Prince Xinyi Wei, the addition of a new member to the royal family, especially a legitimate eldest grandson, was a blessing for the country.
Therefore, generous rewards were sent to the Second Prince's Mansion like water: two hu of pearls from the East China Sea, one hundred taels of red gold, countless rare brocades tributed from the Western Regions, and a pair of purple jade ruyi that symbolized good luck, to show the emperor's great grace.
However, no one dared to mention the shadow of suspicion that permeated this vast imperial grace.
The flow of guests is the most direct manifestation of the direction of the court.
The fourth prince, Xinyi Zigu, was seriously injured and was diagnosed by the imperial physician as having suffered fundamental injuries, making it almost impossible for him to stand, which was equivalent to his withdrawal from the competition for the throne.
Officials from various departments and noble families all turned around and gathered eagerly towards the Second Prince Xin Yiwei, who now held military power.
Today is the third day of the lunar year, which is a perfect opportunity to show loyalty and build relationships.
The carriage of the Sang Mansion struggled to move to the side door in the crowd, and Mrs. Sang got off the carriage with her carefully dressed concubines, the third daughter Sang Wenzhu and the fourth daughter Sang Wenhua.
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