Song Jiao, with a hint of indifference, glanced lightly at the two people in front of her and walked straight towards the closed door.
The door opened with a sudden kick, and the couple hugging each other tightly in the room were startled and separated by the sudden sound.
There was no extra fluctuation in her eyes, as if the scene just now had nothing to do with her. She just spit out a few words coldly, "You guys continue, I'm just here to get something."
Then, her eyes wandered around the room and finally stopped in front of the bookshelf filled with books.
She walked over, raised her hand and dropped a book heavily on the ground, the sound echoing in the quiet space.
Then, her movements became more and more coherent, with objects flying in her hands and then smashing hard to the ground.
Tea cups, ornaments, and all kinds of objects that the original owners had cherished and given as gifts were all destroyed.
Xie Youan stood aside, watching her crazy behavior, terrified, and tried to dissuade her, "Madam, what are you doing?"
Song Jiao paused for a moment, then turned her head, a cold glint in her eyes. "What am I doing? Of course, I'm taking what belongs to me." A hint of sarcasm curled up the corner of her mouth. "If I don't take it away, do I leave it to you?"
As she spoke, she continued her destruction, picking up the precious ancient books one by one and carefully placing them in her arms.
All the things Xie Youan had used, as well as other objects in the room, were turned into pieces by her crazy actions.
She turned back as she smashed the bricks, as if to say to those who were already stunned: "Why don't you continue? Just pretend I don't exist."
There was a sense of indifference and disdain in his words.
Xie Youan's face instantly darkened, and his voice became a bit colder, "Madam, you're going too far."
Song Jiao pretended not to hear and turned around and walked straight to Xie Youan's desk.
With a determined look in her eyes, she reached out to pick up the inkstone and smashed it to the ground without hesitation. With a crisp sound, the inkstone shattered into pieces.
While Xie Youan was shocked, Song Jiao had already walked up to him and grabbed his collar.
However, what shocked him even more was that Song Jiao actually grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and threw him out.
Xie Youan's body drew an arc in the air and hit the pillar heavily.
With a dull thud, his body slid down the pillar and fell to the ground.
He held his waist with a painful expression on his face.
"My dear husband, have you forgotten how you even got to be a general? And who was it that delivered food and fodder to you during your battles, ensuring you had no worries?"
Xu Qingqing had never expected Xie Youan's first wife to be so tough, and she immediately argued, "As Ayou's wife, shouldn't you be doing this? If he hadn't risked his life at the border, would you be able to have the glory you have today?"
Since she is a full-time housewife at home and has servants to do the work, this person really doesn't know how to appreciate her blessings.
You don’t even know how to be grateful, and you still have the nerve to calculate these things with your man?
Song Jiao turned around and walked to Xu Qingqing at a very fast speed. She grabbed her hair and pulled it out. "You really like to pick at things with your little mouth? Do you like barking like a dog so much?"
"Pa!" With a slap of all her might, Xu Qingqing's face swelled up visibly. "You're so thick-skinned! My hand hurts from hitting you."
"You say I should? Then why don't you give me three thousand taels of gold?"
"Why should I give it to you?" Xu Qingqing covered her face and said angrily, "Are you sick?"
Song Jiao nodded and said, "I am indeed sick, and it's quite serious!" Then she gave the other side of her face a big nose patch.
She then pulled her hair and threw it to the ground, "I plant trees and you enjoy the shade? Is there such a good thing?"
She twisted her wrist, bent down, grabbed Xu Qingqing's hair and pressed her into the ink on the ground, "You're so cheap to be with a man before you're even married?"
"Ah! You, don't do this!" Xu Qingqing struggled, trying to break free from Song Jiao's control. However, her strength seemed so insignificant in front of Song Jiao. Song Jiao pressed her head tightly, making it impossible for her to break free.
"Don't you like to shout? Then let you shout as much as you want!" Song Jiao said with a sneer.
She loosened her hand, allowing Xu Qingqing to catch her breath for a moment.
However, just when Xu Qingqing thought she was saved, Song Jiao suddenly picked her up again.
This time, Song Jiao pressed Xu Qingqing's head into a vase filled with water.
"Gurgle gurgle..." Xu Qingqing struggled to breathe air, but could only swallow large gulps of water.
Her face gradually turned purple, and her eyes were filled with fear and despair.
Xie Youan was shocked when he saw this scene.
He wanted to get up and help, but the severe pain in his waist prevented him from moving.
He could only watch Xu Qingqing struggling to survive in Song Jiao's hands.
The guards were also trembling with fear at this scene. They wanted to step forward to stop Song Jiao, but they did not dare to act rashly.
I was afraid that I would be implicated by her.
The study fell into deathly silence for a moment, with only the sounds of Xu Qingqing's struggle and Song Jiao's sneer coming one after another.
After a long time, when Xu Qingqing had already fainted, Song Jiao finally let go of her hand, letting her collapse on the ground like a puddle of mud. She turned around and walked towards Xie Youan, her eyes revealing an indescribable pressure.
Xie Youan had already struggled to stand up, but the severe pain in his waist made it almost impossible for him to stand up straight. He held on to the pillar and barely stood up, looking up at Song Jiao, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
Song Jiao seemed not to notice his anger. She looked him up and down, then reached out and picked him up like a chicken.
"Don't tell me anything. How dare I do this to you!" Song Jiao said coldly, "You can marry Xu Qingqing, but after deducting the expenses I have given to the General's Mansion over the years and the money I spent on your medical treatment from your rewards, the rest should be used to take a concubine."
Her tone revealed an unquestionable determination, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.
Xie Youan's face became even uglier in an instant. He struggled to break free from Song Jiao's hand, but found that he could not move at all.
"Do you want everyone in the capital to know that the General's Mansion has been broke for a long time and is only surviving by relying on the dowry of me, the mistress of the house?" Song Jiao continued with a mocking smile on her face. "I don't think my husband would want this to happen, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Youan's face turned pale. He understood that Song Jiao was telling the truth. If it weren't for Song Jiao's dowry supporting the general's expenses over the years, they would have gone bankrupt long ago.
"Okay, I'll go to the warehouse to take inventory now." Song Jiao loosened her hand and let Xie Youan fall to the ground. "The account books will be delivered tomorrow, and I'll also calculate the accounts for your three children."
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