After her little thoughts were exposed by Song Jiao, Lan Chuli bit her lips tightly, anger and grievance intertwined in her heart.
She stood up suddenly and said in a firm tone: "I'm going to tell Daddy and my brothers that Mommy beat me." As soon as she finished speaking, she ran away crying like a gust of wind, leaving behind only a stubborn back.
Song Jiao looked at Lan Chuli's departing back, and a flash of disdain passed through her eyes.
She folded her arms across her chest, a sneer on her lips. She had long been aware of this adopted daughter's little tricks, and she wanted to see if Lan Chuli could come up with something in front of her father and brothers.
After dealing with the farce caused by her adopted daughter, Song Jiao turned around and looked at Lan Chuyi who had been watching silently from the side.
She sighed softly and said with some guilt: "What happened today is because I didn't educate her well. I'm sorry that you have been wronged."
When Lan Chuyi heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
She didn't expect Song Jiao to take the initiative to apologize to her. After all, this matter had nothing to do with her directly.
The silver needle she was playing with had already silently retracted, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Madam, this matter has nothing to do with you. After all, a person's nature is difficult to change. Even if you educate her carefully, she will still be the same. I just hope that this kind of thing will not happen again next time."
Song Jiao nodded and promised solemnly: "I promise you that all those slaves who took advantage of their master's power today will receive the punishment they deserve." As she spoke, a sharp light flashed in her eyes, and she was obviously very angry about this incident.
Without waiting for Lan Chuyi to say anything, Song Jiao turned and walked towards the front hall.
She was going to deal with the servants who were involved in this incident and let them know the consequences of betraying their master.
At the same time, she also felt a little bit of anticipation in her heart, looking forward to the next "battle".
In the front hall, the lights were dim and solemn, and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Lan Chuli sat on a chair, her eyes red and swollen, sobbing softly, tears rolling down like pearls from a broken string, looking pitiful, like a pear blossom in the rain.
Around her, the original owner's three sons and the husband who married into her family all looked concerned but helpless.
Suddenly, a figure walked in from the backyard. It was Song Jiao.
She was as cold as ice, her eyes like knives, sweeping past Lan Chuli and the others without stopping.
That indifferent attitude was as if everyone present was just air.
She sat gracefully in the main seat, and the maid carefully poured hot tea for her.
Song Jiao picked up the teacup, blew on it gently, then looked at Lan Chuli with a smile, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "Why are you crying? How dare you cry? You framed your sister without even checking anything clearly. Only you can do such a thing. Our Lan family has always been open and honest. Lan Chuli, don't force me to use the Xuanguang Mirror!"
Lan Chuli was so frightened that she stopped crying immediately and fell to her knees. "Mother, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
She choked up, "I was also worried that you would not want me anymore after you had a sister. I felt so bad that I did such a foolish thing, mother..."
Lan Chuli's crying made the four grown men present look distressed.
The eldest brother frowned and took the lead in pleading for his younger sister: "Mother, my younger sister only did the wrong thing because she felt bad."
Immediately afterwards, the second and third sons and the original owner's husband also spoke up, hoping that Song Jiao would show leniency.
But Song Jiao just sneered. She stood up suddenly and smashed the teacup in her hand to the ground, shards flying everywhere. "She asked for forgiveness after doing something wrong? What about Lan Chuyi? She just attacked you without asking any questions, and now she comes to you crying. She is your sister, isn't Lan Chuyi also?"
Everyone present was stunned by her anger and dared not breathe.
Lan Chuli became even more panicked, "Mom, don't be angry, I really just couldn't think straight for a moment."
"Since you're so stubborn," Song Jiao said in a cold and firm voice, "then go to the Buddhist temple and confine yourself for three days. When you realize you're wrong, you can come out!"
Seeing that several others were about to plead for mercy, she shouted sternly: "Whoever dares to plead for mercy, go with me!" For a moment, the whole hall fell into silence.
Led by the nanny, Lan Chuli walked into the Buddhist hall.
The door of the Buddhist temple slowly closed, isolating her figure inside, leaving only silence and darkness.
After everyone left, Song Jiao slowly raised her eyes, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.
She looked at the remaining four fathers and sons, her voice revealing unquestionable majesty: "You have family ties, I don't mind, but Lan Chuyi is also your sister! I don't ask you to treat her like you did to Lan Chuli, but can you be more careful?"
She stood up and slammed her palm on the table, causing the tea set on the table to jump slightly.
The corners of her mouth curled up into a sneer, and her eyes flashed with a dangerous light: "If I find out that you are causing trouble for her, I will kill you!"
The fierceness in that tone made everyone present shudder.
Her threats were not just words; the coldness and determination that emanated from her bones made people believe that she would definitely do what she said.
After saying these harsh words, Song Jiao's expression suddenly changed, and her cold face instantly disappeared. A warm smile blossomed on her face, as if spring sunshine had filled the entire hall. She looked at them with a smile and said softly, "Lan Chuli doesn't have to go to the Zhang family dinner tomorrow. Remember to take good care of your sister, and don't make me do anything!"
"Yes, Mother!" the three little ones said in unison, their voices filled with determination and awe. They knew that their mother's words could not be questioned, and they dared not disobey in the slightest.
"Yes, ma'am!" Zhou Xu also nodded, his eyes revealing deep respect and dependence on Song Jiao.
Song Jiao smiled with satisfaction, her smile revealing a maternal tenderness and kindness. "Obedient people will not be punished! Disobedient people should be thrown into the abyss to feed the snakes!"
Her words, though gentle, held a chilling threat, a threat that contrasted sharply with her smile, making the scene all the more eerie and unforgettable.
This time, neither the father nor the son dared to speak.
Song Jiao went directly to the housekeeper and sold all the people who should be sold. She then carefully selected a group of obedient and sensible people to serve the heroine.
In the evening, he brought a table full of delicious food to the heroine's yard.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw her doing push-ups with one hand. Song Jiao could only say, no wonder she is the heroine!
Very strong.
Lan Chuyi's face was still guarded, "Mom, why are you here again?"
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