Chapter 483 Wang Yong is outside
Song Chunxue walked into the courtyard. Wang Yong smiled deeply, his left cheek twitching with excitement, his oily red nose covered in pits.
The book on physiognomy says that such a person will not turn back until they hit a wall, and will not listen to reason.
But today, Song Chunxue is here to speak.
"What? I only gave your son a little warning, and you came all the way here to lecture me?" Wang Yong chuckled, touching the sides of his nose as if he were a cat eyeing a mouse, determined to succeed.
"I'm not here to fight today. I know my own limitations after facing your four henchmen last time. I haven't lived enough yet, why would I rush to my death?"
Wang Yong narrowed his eyes, stood up, pointed at her, and shouted angrily, "I don't care what you're here for. You demoted me and made me lose face. You have to pay back what you owed me last time first."
"Don't rush, I'm not running away. Your courtyard gate is already closed. It's not too late to finish speaking." Song Chunxue put her hands behind her back, looking relaxed. "Your courtyard is quite nice, no worse than Lord Xie's."
"Ha!" Wang Yong sneered, "Don't try to intimidate me with Lord Xie. He's just an outsider dog. No matter how high his official rank is, it's useless. He won't stay long and will eventually leave."
Song Chunxue smiled slightly, her gentle gaze seemingly possessing a magical power that made people lower their guard.
"So, the assassins at the Yang residence were your people?"
"Ha, what a joke. You can't just say things like that. He's the one who offends people everywhere. What does it have to do with us?"
Song Chunxue nodded thoughtfully, "If it's not related, why have your family members had one accident after another?"
Wang Yong's gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes bulged, and he stared at her fiercely.
"Don't misunderstand me. I don't know anything else. I'm sure you've investigated it thoroughly these past two days. Lord Xie and I are just friends. He can't threaten you in any way."
Song Chunxue pointed to her forehead, "I am a cultivator, I can tell from your forehead."
Wang Yong moved his jaw slightly, and the servants in the courtyard became as quiet as chickens, not daring to utter a sound.
"Have you ever thought about why, although your official position has risen in recent years, your parents and family members have become increasingly unlucky? Your brothers back home are either sick or injured, while your cousin Wang Can's family is getting better and better, one after another."
"Your parents always say that your current success is all thanks to Wang Can, but many things make you wonder if you're just a scapegoat?"
Wang Yong's eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the empty space before him, as if he were recalling something.
"You're clearly a filial son, and you weren't so lustful when you were young, but in recent years, you can't resist beautiful women, can you?"
One of Wang Yong's men spoke up, "How dare you! Don't even think about sowing discord."
Song Chunxue had only learned a little bit, but she vaguely remembered hearing such a story in her previous life. She wasn't quite sure at first, but after a little probing, Wang Yong knew better than anyone else.
Wang Yong clenched his fists and strode up to Song Chunxue.
"Go on."
Song Chunxue leaned back slightly, looking at his shoulder with a hint of disdain, her brows furrowing slightly.
Then, she suddenly took several steps back, opened her mouth wide, and then abruptly held her breath.
Excessive fright can easily destabilize the soul, but fortunately she reacted in time.
"Playing tricks!" He lunged forward and grabbed Song Chunxue's shoulder, his blood surging. "Today you've fallen into my hands..."
Song Chunxue pointed at his shoulder, "You...you've killed someone for him in the past two years, haven't you?"
Wang Yong's eyes twitched slightly, and his grip loosened.
Taking the opportunity, Song Chunxue took two steps back. "Thanks to you, I saw the person carrying the vengeful ghost again. I can't handle this matter. Farewell, just pretend I was never here."
She turned and ran, heading towards the lowest part of the wall.
"Song Chunxue, you stop right there!"
"Stop her!"
As she spoke, Song Chunxue was already standing on the wall. Seeing the person who had almost grabbed her ankle, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"I was just showing off my limited skills. I thought I could fool you, but it seems I'm not good enough."
Song Chunxue spread her arms, wanting to jump.
"Wait, is there a way to break this?"
Surprisingly, Wang Yong said something kind.
It seems he believed it.
Song Chunxue smiled; perhaps, he had no choice but to believe her.
Wang Qing, standing to the side, spoke up weakly, "Please, Aunt Jiang, show me the way. My father and my third uncle have both had some troubles lately, and life has been very difficult. We've tried all sorts of methods, but nothing has worked. Does your senior brother have any ideas?"
“There is a way. My senior brother is kind-hearted, but seeing the lives your second uncle has taken,” Song Chunxue shook her head slightly and sneered, “I can only say that you reap what you sow.”
After saying that, she jumped off the wall and ran quickly out of the alley.
She believed that Wang Yong would not only not make things difficult for the second son, but would also visit him in person.
His senior brother wasn't someone he could just see whenever he wanted.
That evening, the fourth brother brought a few people and hung a plaque with the words "Jiang Residence" carved on it above the gate.
"Mother, thanks to you, we now have a courtyard where we can hang a plaque."
"Oh right, that Chunxue Bookstore changed its signboard today too. It's now called Banjian Bookstore, but that's what it used to be called."
Song Chunxue nodded, "You can go there to read books whenever you want from now on."
The fourth brother lowered his voice, "So, that bookstore now belongs to Mother?"
"Um."
"Then I can go there with my second brother to read books, and we can choose whichever we like?"
"Hmm, but you don't seem to be cut out for reading. Your third brother can read when he comes in the future."
"Third brother?" The fourth brother was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, "You mean Sanwa? So you only have him in your heart."
"Isn't Sanwa your third brother?" Song Chunxue said expressionlessly. "None of you have any conscience. Sanwa at least has more than any of you. Even if I only have him in my heart, is that unreasonable?"
The fourth brother nodded vigorously, "That makes sense, that makes sense. I was just saying it offhand. Mother is quite good to me and my second brother. Although she dislikes us, she still bought us a yard."
"What? Sanwa's here, and you won't let him stay in this courtyard?" Song Chunxue was busy with her work. "I'll go find my senior brother tomorrow. You two can figure out how to eat yourselves. I don't want to be your cook."
The fourth son looked dejected and tugged at her sleeve. "Mother, I was wrong. We'll take turns cooking. Don't be angry. After all, you and the Taoist priest..."
Upon meeting Song Chunxue's gaze, the fourth brother changed the subject, "That's fine too, Mother can go wherever she wants. If you're going on a long trip, you should let us know."
Song Chunxue tapped his forehead with the broom handle. "Oh, you're so obedient now, like you've been reincarnated."
The fourth son hugged her arm, pressed his head against her back, and whined in a muffled voice, "Mom, I'm already changing, can you please not leave us both behind?"
Hearing his hesitant voice, Song Chunxue felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
She sighed, turned around and poked his forehead. "You're all grown up now. You can live well without me watching over you. Besides, I have my own things to do when I go out. It's not that I'm not coming back. I'm not that heartless."
"That's good." The fourth brother grinned foolishly.
"Mother, Wang Yong is here with his men. They're in the front yard right now, saying they want to see you." The second son rushed in from outside, grabbed a rolling pin from the table and threw it to the fourth son, then picked up a kitchen knife himself. "Let's go, kill him!"
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