Song Lingxi trembled with anger upon hearing her shameless words.
She truly hadn't expected that Song Lingyu, who had been pampered and spoiled since childhood, could be so vicious and ruthless!
"Song Lingyu! You've humiliated me like this, ruining my reputation. Aren't you afraid of bringing shame upon the Song family's daughter?"
"As the empress of a nation, you have subjected your own sister to all sorts of humiliation. Aren't you afraid of being drowned in the spittle of the people?"
Song Lingxi no longer cared about being an empress or anything like that.
What nobility and baseness, what justice and fairness—it's all a joke, nothing more than a means for those in power to persecute those in power.
"Slap—" The strong old woman slapped Song Lingxi hard across the face, almost knocking out her teeth.
But her violence did not stop. Slap after slap came, and soon she was bruised and swollen and passed out.
When she woke up again, she was in Chunfeng Tower. Song Lingxi attempted suicide several times, but each time she was saved by people sent by Song Lingyu, forcing her to watch helplessly as she was humiliated.
Song Lingxi waited and waited, hoping that the two vile women in the palace would get their comeuppance!
With the new emperor ascending the throne, there should have been a time for rebuilding and for the people to live in peace and prosperity. However, Xiao Heng only cared about enjoying himself, protecting the interests of the rulers, and wantonly humiliating the people.
Xiao Heng increased taxes, forcibly conscripted laborers, sold official positions, and exploited the people. Corrupt officials were in power, and there were wrongful convictions and miscarriages of justice everywhere, making life unbearable for the people.
Empress Song Lingyu wasn't much better. She somehow acquired some mediocre literary talent and personally compiled "Admonitions for Women" and "Instructions for Women".
The teachings on women to obey the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, forbidding them from having their own tempers, demanding filial piety, obedience, and forbearance, sparked a wave of oppression against women.
Why doesn't Song Lingyu herself abide by these traditional virtues? She even interferes in the matter of taking concubines, and she can't even tolerate a palace maid who was once favored by Xiao Heng.
Upon learning that Xiao Heng was favoring a palace maid, he didn't even wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before having her strangled.
Xiao Heng was also incredibly hypocritical and disgusting. He only said that the palace maid had offended the Empress and that she should be left to the Empress's disposal, and then he didn't care whether the palace maid lived or died.
But when he favored that palace maid, why didn't he think that their loving relationship as husband and wife offended the Empress?
Why would Heaven favor people who treat human life so lightly?
Song Lingxi was unconvinced, so she watched and waited, hoping and waiting to see when they would get their comeuppance.
Unfortunately, she did not witness the day the rebel army entered the capital, because she had already fallen ill and was terminally ill. She had been holding on to her last breath, just to wait for this day!
Before her death, Song Lingxi looked at the devastated country and sighed in her heart, "If the late emperor were still alive, how could he have allowed this wolfish and ambitious scoundrel to harm the country and its people!"
...
As her memories returned, Song Lingxi realized that the bridal sedan chair had stopped. A pale, large hand reached out, holding a red silk ribbon, and led Song Lingxi out of the sedan chair.
Song Lingxi is now only grateful that she was reborn, and that it's not too late for everything!
She knew that the owner of that large hand was Xie Changling, her husband in her previous life, who passed away not long after their wedding ceremony.
Thinking of her unfortunate husband, Song Lingxi couldn't help but sigh at their misfortunes; the two of them truly shared the same fate.
Song Lingxi thought silently: My husband, you can leave now without worry. I will definitely serve my parents-in-law well! And I will definitely save the Prime Minister's mansion!
Xie Changling looked around; the sky was still clear and bright, so why did he suddenly feel a chill down his spine?
"First bow to Heaven and Earth, second bow to the parents—"
"The couple bows to each other and is led into the bridal chamber—"
Following her memories from her previous life, Song Lingxi carefully performed the wedding ceremony, not daring to show the slightest abnormality.
After the ceremony, Song Lingxi was the first to be led into the bridal chamber. After all, it was a marriage bestowed by the emperor, so who would dare to disrespect the emperor and the prime minister?
Therefore, many distinguished guests arrived, and even though Xie Changling was frail, he still had to thank the guests outside and drink with them.
Song Lingxi sat upright in the bridal chamber, thinking she would have to wait a long time. However, less than an incense stick's time later, she heard the door creak open.
When the matchmaker saw that the eldest young master of the Xie family had arrived so early, he was clearly pleased with the young lady, so she quickly offered her congratulations: "Young master, congratulations on the marriage of your beautiful bride."
A gentle, warm voice sounded above Song Lingxi's head: "Thank you."
The matchmaker knew she had hit the young master's sweet spot, so she poured out a string of auspicious words: "Young master and young mistress are a match made in heaven, a perfect couple, may they live in harmony for a hundred years and be forever united in heart..."
Seeing the satisfied smile on the young master's face, the matchmaker knew that the reward money was inevitable, and she smiled even more broadly: "Please lift the veil, young master."
As the matchmaker spoke, she winked at the maidservant beside her, who then brought over a tray containing the "auspicious title".
Xie Changling lifted the bright red veil with the wedding banner, revealing Song Lingxi's stunningly beautiful face to everyone little by little.
The air suddenly fell silent, and everyone gasped in unison.
The girl had a face as beautiful as jade, which could be described as stunningly beautiful. Her long eyelashes, like wings, trembled slightly, making people feel sorry for her.
Beneath Song Lingxi's delicate nose was a pair of exquisitely beautiful red lips, making one yearn to kiss them.
Like a demon, half-immortal and half-demon, she seems like a celestial being who has fallen to earth, bewitching the world. This is the epitome of a femme fatale.
Xie Changling was stunned. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: thank goodness, thank goodness that Imperial Censor Song married her to him. This beautiful girl is now his.
Song Lingxi felt her vision brighten and looked up at the man in front of her. This man was her future husband who would die young.
The man was dressed in a red wedding robe. He had a handsome face, deep eyes, a high nose, and a sharp, angular face. His eyes were fixed on Song Lingxi.
Feeling the man's burning gaze, a blush rose on Song Lingxi's beautiful face, making her look delicate and alluring, easily arousing the man's deepest desires.
Although the matchmaker was well-traveled and knowledgeable, she had never seen such a face before, and she couldn't help but feel fortunate.
Fortunately, the eldest son of the Xie family was in poor health, so the wedding night pranks were skipped; otherwise, if the nobles in the palace had seen it, he would have faced dire consequences.
Seeing that the young master's eyes were almost glued to the young lady, the matchmaker coughed and said, "May you be bound together in marriage, forever united in heart, and live a long and happy life together."
Just as the maid was about to cut a lock of hair from each of their hair, Xie Changling stopped her, saying, "I'll do it myself."
When Xie Changling approached Song Lingxi with the scissors, it was an extremely gentle movement, yet it made both of them hold their breath.
Xie Changling's eyes softened as he noticed Song Lingxi's nervousness. He gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I will treat you well."
"Um."
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