"What do you mean by 'you'? If you really cared about your father, how could you instigate Qingge to say such absurd words? Now the Marquis' Mansion is caught in the whirlpool of public opinion because of you and your daughter. Do you know your crime?" Song Jiao's words were as sharp as a knife, and her eyes were full of disgust and disdain for Chen.
Upon hearing this, Chen's face turned pale instantly. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Song Jiao's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart so hard that she could hardly breathe.
"What kind of things are you teaching your sister?" Song Jiao spoke again, her tone full of questioning and accusations towards Chen.
"What can and cannot be said? Don't you even know right from wrong?"
When Mr. Tao heard this, he was also shocked.
He couldn't help feeling a little regretful when thinking back to his usual pampering and indulgence towards Tao Qingge.
Now it seems that it was indeed because he was too tolerant of Tao Qingge that she became so bold and outspoken.
"That's enough, Chen!" Tao's father shouted, his voice filled with authority and anger. "Is this the good daughter you raised? If this matter can't be properly resolved, you should give your position as the principal wife to someone else!"
Upon hearing this, Chen immediately knelt down on the ground. She cried in a trembling voice, "Master, how can you think of me like this? I feel so wronged!" As she spoke, she picked up a handkerchief and pretended to wipe away the non-existent tears, trying to win back Father Tao's heart.
However, Tao's father was completely disappointed in her.
He gave Chen a cold look, then turned and left.
At this time, all the conflicts and disputes focused on Chen and Tao Qingge, mother and daughter.
Seeing this, Song Jiao curled her lips into a sneer. She was too lazy to participate in this boring fight, so she made an excuse to prepare her wedding dress and turned to leave the main hall.
As they walked out of the yard, Shan Ye immediately came forward, looking at Song Jiao excitedly: "Miss, you are really amazing! Just one move made them fight each other, it's really satisfying!"
However, Dan Ye's eyes looked a little lonely.
She thought of her deceased wife and a deep sadness welled up in her heart.
If it weren’t for these people, how could the lady die?
Why was such a kind and gentle person killed so cruelly?
"This is just the beginning." Song Jiao said coldly, her eyes revealing determination and resoluteness. "How is Bai Zimo doing?"
"He has taken it to the casino and won a small amount today." Shan Ye replied with a smug smile on her face. "My cousin said he would give him some sweet treats first so that he can have a taste of victory."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao nodded slightly.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao opened her red lips and nodded slightly, a sly glint in her eyes. "Have someone keep a close eye on Bai Zimo. I want to know everything he does." Her voice was soft, but it revealed an undeniable determination.
In the following days, everything went on in an orderly manner under Song Jiao's careful planning.
Bai Zimo, the scholar who once disdained gambling, was now deeply addicted to it, unable to extricate himself. The first few small victories gave him a taste of success, but also made him completely lose his way.
Now, his mind was full of the excitement and pleasure of gambling. He had long forgotten about studying and had never even thought about it.
And Tao Qingge, the once arrogant daughter of a marquis, has now been cleverly restrained by Song Jiao.
Tao's father was deeply disappointed with her behavior. Not only did he confine her to the courtyard, he also specially invited a strict nanny to discipline her harshly.
Tao Qingge's life was extremely miserable.
At noon that day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry. Song Jiao was lazily lying on the soft couch in the yard, taking a nap and enjoying this rare quiet time.
Suddenly, a cold and familiar voice broke the silence. "I never thought the young lady of the Marquis' Mansion would possess such means. It's truly impressive. I'm afraid my small General's Mansion can't accommodate a giant like you."
Song Jiao slowly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Jiang Yao, dressed in a moon-white robe, standing not far away with an elegant demeanor.
His figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the sunlight, and there was an indescribable heroic spirit between his brows.
Song Jiao smiled slightly, sat up, and said with a hint of teasing, "General, how come you have time to visit my daughter's courtyard today? Are you here to call me to task?"
Jiang Yao's eyes were deep and inquiring as he looked Song Jiao up and down, as if he wanted to see through her.
"Reaching an army to accuse you? I wouldn't dare. However, there is one thing that I'm very curious about." There was a hint of amusement in his words. "How did that humble scholar Bai Zimo offend the young lady? To the point where you'd spend money to have him destroyed?"
Having said this, he paused deliberately, a sly look flashing in his eyes. "Could it be that it was your sister who chose Bai Zihua, and you were jealous? So you transferred your anger to Bai Zimo?"
When Song Jiao heard this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, secretly complaining in her heart: What kind of stupid idea is this? She, Song Jiao, never cared about men.
The corner of her mouth curled up into a cold smile. "General, if you have time to think about romantic matters, you'd better think about how to deal with the barbarians on the border. The barbarians are now pretending to seek peace, but they will definitely launch a surprise attack within half a month. Do you know?"
Jiang Yao's eyes suddenly turned cold, like ice. He unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword at Song Jiao's neck. "No one knows about these things except me and the people around me! How did you find out?"
His voice was low and dangerous, as if it would explode at any moment.
This is a secret. How did this woman know it?
"If you can't tell me, I will kill you now!" Jiang Yao's tone was full of threats, and the long sword flashed coldly in the sunlight. The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
However, Song Jiao did not show any panic.
She slowly stood up, gently grasped the sword with her two fingers, and with just a little force, the seemingly indestructible sword was easily broken by her.
"Pointing a sword at others, is this your attitude to ask people to speak?" She sneered softly, not caring at all about what Jiang Yao was thinking at the moment.
"I have no interest in you. I was simply entrusted by someone to ensure the well-being of the people. But if the general insists on taking action, I wouldn't mind killing you directly and then disguising myself as you to fight in battle."
Song Jiao raised her hand and slapped it, and the stone table shattered into pieces.
Jiang Yao couldn't help but be stunned. What a strong internal force! This woman's martial arts skills were better than his.
"So now is the time to talk?"
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