Chapter 530: Love for Character
"What did you say? You told me to shut up?"
Song Ming is really crazy.
In fact, she is now very able to persuade herself to face reality and learn to humble herself.
But she couldn't accept bowing her head in front of Song Qingyi.
"I'll say it again, I didn't harm her, let alone the baby in her belly, believe it or not!"
After saying that, Song Mingzhen turned away angrily.
Song Qingyi was still crying, "Master, Master——"
"Take good care of yourself. I will get to the bottom of this matter. I still have official business to attend to. If you feel unwell, please send for a doctor. If you need anything to eat or use, please ask the butler to open the storeroom and get it."
"Okay." Song Qingyi bit her lip, looking very pitiful.
"Take a break and stop overthinking."
After Zhang Heyao comforted her for a few words, he hurried away.
Song Qingyi raised her hand to wipe away her tears, a fierce look in her eyes.
"Now, let's see what she will do!"
Today, she designed it.
She and Song Mingzhen are fighting to the death.
The maid beside her carefully supported her and said, "Auntie, lie down and rest."
"I'm not tired, I'm very happy now." Song Qingyi's eyes were filled with tears, "Auntie, if you are in heaven, please bless me and help me avenge you successfully!"
This is just the first step.
"Auntie, be careful." The maid was Song Qingyi's confidant and acted cautiously. "Do you think that Shuyu will betray us?"
This time, because of Shuyu's help, Song Mingzhen easily believed that Song Qingyi was pregnant, and then stepped into this trap step by step.
"She won't. She hates Song Mingzhen as much as I do."
Song Qingyi chose to believe Shuyu.
She has great confidence in her own judgment.
"Will the princess target Shuyu?"
"Then it's none of our business." Song Qingyi's face was cold. "That was her own choice."
The maid couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
Song Qingyi, when did you become like this?
After all, we are allies.
Why.
After Song Mingzhen returned, he did indeed throw things all over the floor again.
"Where's Shuyu! Bring that lowly bastard up here to me!"
She must have a thorough review today.
A barking dog never bites.
She always felt that Shuyu was honest and obedient.
So when Shuyu told her that Song Qingyi was using a villain to curse her, she really believed it.
So she was so angry that she made Song Qingyi kneel as punishment.
There was really nothing in the tea.
Unexpectedly, that useless Song Qingyi had a miscarriage.
Now that I think about it carefully, this matter reveals a lot of strange things.
You know, Song Mingzhen grew up in the Zhenbei Palace. Although she has a bad temper, she has seen too many conspiracies and schemes.
So now that she has calmed down, she knows that there must be something fishy going on.
Then let’s start with Shuyu.
No matter who it is, as long as they betray her and frame her, they will not have a good ending!
Song Mingzhen was waiting in his yard until he almost exploded.
The trusted maid sent to capture Shuyu returned empty-handed, reporting with a pale face: "Madam, Shuyu... Shuyu was taken away by the master's attendant! They said, they said the master has instructions to question her..."
"Take him away?!" Song Mingzhen suddenly stood up from the chair, his eyes went dark and he almost couldn't stand.
She held onto the corner of the table, her nails digging deep into the hard wood, her knuckles turning white.
"Zhang Heyao... hello! You're so nice!" Her whole body was trembling, and her voice was squeezed out through gritted teeth. "You took her away? You protected her?! You got involved, didn't you? You're in cahoots! You conspired to plot against me! You set up this poisonous trap to kill me and ruin my reputation in front of my father! Isn't that right?!"
The sounds of porcelain breaking, tables and chairs falling, and her hysterical crying and cursing mixed together, and the whole yard was in chaos.
The servants were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling, and no one dared to step forward to dissuade them.
On the other hand, in Zhang Heyao's private residence, the atmosphere was completely different.
Shuyu was personally brought by Sun Shun to the small hall outside the study.
She lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, and she didn't dare to look at Zhang Heyao who was sitting at the top.
Zhang Heyao didn't even raise his eyelids, his voice flat and calm: "You helped Song Qingyi set up the trap and framed Song Mingzhen. Now that things have come to this, you can't go back to the mansion."
Shuyu suddenly raised her head and looked at him, "Master, this servant, this servant, will only obey your orders..."
Zhang Heyao's face remained calm as he continued, "Here are 1,000 taels of silver, two new travel permits, and household registration documents. At daybreak, someone will escort you and your mother out of the city. Find a place where no one knows you and start anew."
Shuyu's mother is now in much better health.
Zhang Heyao knew that Shuyu was a rebellious person.
This time, if she helps him, he will fulfill her wish.
To him, this was just a matter of getting rid of a troublesome little object, as casually as brushing off the dust from his clothes.
However, Shuyu's reaction was beyond his expectations.
She didn't take the brocade bag. Instead, she fell to her knees with a thud. She crawled a few steps to Zhang Heyao and cried urgently, "Master! Master, please have mercy! I won't leave! Please don't chase me away!"
Zhang Heyao frowned, almost thinking that she was plotting something.
But the next moment, Shuyu continued, "This servant is willing to stay by your side and serve you, to be your slave, to work like an ox or a horse. I only ask that you give me a place to stay! I don't care about status, I don't want anything, I just want to be able to watch you from afar..."
She was incoherent and humbled to the dust.
Zhang Heyao frowned even deeper.
He looked at the woman kneeling at his feet, begging in a humble manner, without any pity in his heart. Instead, he felt an indescribable disgust and contempt.
No self-respect.
In order to survive, or to depend on him, she could beg for mercy and give up all her bottom line.
She clearly has a chance to be reborn.
In an instant, his mind flashed with Lu Qinniang's eyes, which never lowered even in the most difficult times.
That is the character that a person worthy of respect should have.
"Come here," Zhang Heyao's voice turned cold, "keep her here first and find a safe place for her to stay. There's no need to report back."
He deliberately emphasized the word "placement", and the meaning was very clear: find a place to keep her and don't let her appear in his sight again.
"Yes, sir." The servant stepped forward in response.
Shuyu was still asking, "Master, when can I see you? I am waiting for you!"
After being suppressed for a long time, she developed resentment and even wanted to take revenge and die together with her enemy.
But when Zhang Heyao started to treat her well, helped her save her mother, and gave her some sweetness, she couldn't help but sink into it again.
This was the youngest Shangshu of the dynasty and the most powerful man she had ever seen.
She likes him.
She wanted to stay with him.
Because life is so bitter, once you taste a little sweetness, you develop an attachment that you can't let go of.
Shuyu also despised herself.
But she convinced herself again.
Because who can be better than Zhang Heyao?
Even the fact that Zhang Heyao had a woman in his heart that he couldn't let go of became a plus in her opinion.
Moreover, Shuyu clearly saw from this incident that Zhang Heyao did not love Song Mingzhen or Song Qingyi at all.
Those two women were played around in his hands.
Deep down, Shuyu felt that she was simpler and more well-behaved than them, and she really wanted to be with Zhang Heyao.
Little did he know that what Zhang Heyao disliked most were such spineless people.
Zhang Heyao rubbed his brows, the irritation he had just felt from dealing with the mess in the mansion had not completely dissipated.
He stood up and instead of going back to the bedroom, he walked involuntarily towards Xiaoman's room.
Many times, the two of them slept in the same room.
Under the dim light, Xiaoman was sleeping soundly. Her little face looked particularly peaceful and serene in her sleep. Her long eyelashes covered her eyelids like small fans, her pink little mouth was slightly pouting, and she made even and tiny breathing sounds.
The corners of Zhang Heyao's mouth finally curled up into a real arc.
He sat on the bed and murmured, "Your mother will never be like them."
No matter whether those women were of noble or humble origin, they did not have the character and integrity that Lu Qinniang possessed.
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