Song Tangxue, however, had a terrible headache. This thing was good-looking but useless; it was only nice to display. She really didn't care for it.
After walking through the mountains, Cui Xi looked around until she could no longer see anyone before stepping forward and whispering, "Selling is possible, but it has to be done quietly."
Song Tangxue knew that Cui Xi was obsessed with money, and helplessly rubbed her forehead. She shouldn't have made such a reasonable promise when she first tricked Cui Xi into reselling things.
This has caused the girl to now want to resell anything the Crown Prince sends her.
"Don't worry, I've already saved enough money for your dowry," Song Tangxue teased her, playing with the red coral in her hand.
She also explained to Cuixi that she would continue to give her the pills every two weeks, and that once she got married, she would give her the full dose at once.
"It's a bit of a pity that this quality of red coral is not good enough," Cui Xi muttered to herself, shaking her head. "There are definitely a lot of people who would want it."
Song Tangxue suddenly had a flash of insight: "We don't want it, but someone else does."
Cui Xi's eyes lit up: "The pawnshop owner?"
"Princess Consort!" Song Tangxue tapped Cuixi's head: "Little Xi, come here."
Little Xizi came running up excitedly: "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"You're quite comfortable chatting with the servants in this mansion, so you know what to say, right?" Song Tangxue gently tapped the table, with a bright red coral placed between the two of them.
Xiao Xizi accepted the order and left. Before long, the Zhaoling Palace received the news. As usual, Yu'er went to Lianzhi to ask for instructions: "Sister Lianzhi, the rumors in the Crown Prince's residence are rampant. They all say that the Crown Prince wants to depose the Crown Princess and put the Crown Consort on the throne!"
The rumor, spread by word of mouth, became completely distorted. At first, Song Tangxue only wanted to spread the word that the Crown Prince had sent something, but by the time it reached Song Tangli, it was already a rumor that she was going to be deposed as a concubine.
Lianzhi stroked her chin, unsure of what to do. Then several people came to report, and Lianzhi pondered for a moment: "Let's call that Granny Lin."
Lin Mama is a favorite of Song Tangli recently. She is used to saying auspicious words, and Song Tangli likes her quite a bit.
Yu'er nodded. That old nanny Lin had been following Song Tangli around recently, so she definitely wouldn't know these things. Yu'er then chatted casually with a few palace maids.
As expected, Granny Lin went to report to Song Tangli with a happy expression. Song Tangli had smashed many things in the palace and had a sinister look in her eyes. Granny Lin carefully comforted her from the side and also tried to sow discord among them.
"The commotion outside is so huge, it's one thing for your personal servants to be unaware, but are all these usually sharp-eared maids acting like they're deaf and didn't hear a thing?!"
With an arrogant look sweeping over the palace maids and eunuchs below, Lianzhi stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you are currently in confinement. Knowing this news will only make you lose your appetite and affect you."
Song Tangli was angry at their failure to report what they knew, but more so at their incompetence. The frustration of being confined for the past few days had been lingering in her heart, and the fact that these servants were so dutiful left her with no outlet for her anger.
Lianzhi's attempt to defend herself only fueled her anger, and she threw the wooden box in her hand at Lianzhi's head. Lianzhi knelt on the ground, blood seeping from her forehead.
Several palace servants knelt at Song Tangli's throat, letting her vent her anger: "Get out of here! You all have the life of lowly bastards, do you still want to be masters? Knowing the truth but not reporting it, what do you really think you are!"
Those below dared not speak out in anger, clenching their fists as they listened to Song Tangli's reprimand, letting her vent her frustrations. Lian Zhi, being the one standing, was the one who got hit the most.
The palace servants saw this but felt no gratitude.
After Song Tangli had vented her anger, Lin Mama accompanied her to the courtyard for a meal. The palace servants staggered and helped her to her feet. Yu'er, supporting Lianzhi, looked at the dried bloodstains on her forehead with heartache.
Lianzhi waved her hand, declining the help of several palace maids, and the group looked into the courtyard. Lin Mama was waiting beside Song Tangli, carefully asking her something.
"That old nanny Lin is so hateful! Look at her smug face!" Yu'er blurted out her thoughts.
"It's alright, they'll eventually reap what they sow." Lian Zhi's expression was neither sad nor happy, and it was unclear whether she was referring to Granny Lin or Song Tangli.
Song Tangxue didn't care at all. Making Song Tangli feel a little annoyed was just a pointless act. Without Song Tangli causing trouble, she had been living a very comfortable life for the past two weeks.
Aside from Li Zhaoxian, who lacks any sense of propriety, Song Tangli's life was the complete opposite—a living hell, and she was utterly powerless to help.
Every day, Lin Mama would come in and report how good the Crown Prince was to Song Tangxue, which made her so angry that she smashed a lot of things. All the palace servants were careful with their words and actions and kept their distance at this time.
On this day, Song Tangxue was stopped by her parents as soon as she went out. Her mother was no longer the domineering person she used to be; her eyes were droopy and she looked utterly dejected.
With a fawning smile, Song's mother said, "Tang Xue, I've heard that the Crown Prince has been treating you very well lately."
Song's mother felt regret. If she hadn't placed all her hopes on one person, would there still be room for maneuver now?
Song Tangxue had only heard about the Song family's demotion to Mozhou from Xie Qianzhong, and now they were actually begging her for help, which meant they had no other choice.
Song Youxiang, a seemingly unattainable position, was usually arrogant and looked down on others. In the end, he obtained this position by selling his daughter.
He obtained the position through his daughter's marriage to the crown prince.
"So what if it is?" Song Tangxue asked calmly, waiting to see the show.
Mr. Song coughed softly, and Mrs. Song picked up the conversation: "Your father has been sent to Mozhou. You know that the journey to Mozhou is long and arduous, and Mozhou is a poor and remote place. Your father is not in good health and cannot withstand the journey."
"What does that have to do with me?" Song Tangxue listened calmly to her rant, then spread her hands: "I'm just a Crown Princess. If something happens, go find the Crown Princess."
Mr. and Mrs. Song looked somewhat embarrassed. They had really run out of ideas before asking Song Tangxue for help, and they were certain that Song Tangxue would be in a difficult position.
We're setting off for Mozhou tomorrow, so if we don't make this last push now, it'll be too late.
Mr. Song's face darkened, and he began to lecture again: "Your parents raised you, and this is how you talk to me?"
"You're not the Right Prime Minister anymore, yet you still act like one?" Song Tangxue scoffed, seeing the two of them begging like drowning dogs and still acting like this: "If you're asking for help, you should act like one."
Mr. Song's face turned a deep purplish-red, his hands trembled, and his lips were tightly pressed together: "You, you unfilial daughter, you are simply..."
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