Chapter 172 Because You're Stupid
However, before Fu Langxing could respond, Shen Yiqiu, carrying a long knife that was still dripping blood, approached the Song family members step by step.
The air was thick with murderous intent, suffocating everyone.
Song Qingming scrambled forward, his voice trembling:
"Yiqiu! Yiqiu! I am your father! We are father and daughter! Blood is thicker than water! You...you cannot do such an unforgivable crime as patricide!"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yiqiu chuckled softly.
"Father? Now you remember we're father and daughter? When you secretly switched the divination blocks and sent me to that death-defying frontier for seven years, did you ever think we were father and daughter?"
Song Qingming shuddered, his face filled with horror:
"You...you actually knew all of this?!"
"I know more than just that."
At this moment, Song Shen was utterly despondent and cursed repeatedly:
"Shen Yiqiu! My biggest regret is that I didn't strangle you when you were born. Now you actually want to force your parents to their deaths, doing such a rebellious and wicked thing that deserves to be struck by lightning!"
Shen Yiqiu turned her gaze to Song Shenshi:
“Mother, your guilt only lasted a few days, right? You don’t know, do you? Aunt Yun, in fact, it was Grandmother who secretly arranged for her to enter the mansion to protect and take care of you so that she could know how you were doing.”
"Grandmother never wronged you in the slightest. Yet you, because of those unfounded suspicions, hated her your whole life, and even... helped outsiders kill her! Matricide? Wasn't it you who started it?!"
Song Shenshi was struck dumb, shaking her head frantically:
"You're talking nonsense! How could Shen Zhaohua, that heartless woman, possibly have even a shred of kinship?"
Shen Yiqiu stopped looking at her and pointed the knife at Song Qingming again.
"Father, even now, do you still not want to tell the truth? The truth about Grandmother's murder at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that year!"
Song Qingming stammered, his eyes darting away:
“I…I’m just a minor official. Consort Zhao has given the order, how could I dare to refuse? I hold the lives of my entire family in my hands, I can only obey! I didn’t mean to harm my mother-in-law…”
Shen Yiqiu smiled coldly, recalling what Zhao Jieyu had said, and knew that things were not so simple.
With a swift movement, the blade deftly sliced a deep gash across the back of Song Qingming's hand, exposing the bone, and blood gushed out instantly.
"ah!!!"
Song Qingming let out a pig-like scream.
Shen Yiqiu: "Still unwilling to say?"
Song Qingming was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat.
"It's not that I'm unwilling! It's just... there's nothing more to say! The mastermind is Zhao Jieyu. Since you've already let her go, why make things difficult for your own family!"
Shen Yiqiu's eyes remained unchanged as he swung his knife again, slashing a bloody gash on Shen Yiqiu's other hand.
Shen Yiqiu: "Still unwilling?"
Unable to bear the excruciating pain, Song Qingming cried out in a hoarse voice, tears streaming down his face:
"I'll talk! I'll talk! You just want to know what happened that Mid-Autumn Festival night, right? I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!!"
"I am what I am today entirely because of Shen Zhaohua. She looks down on me and thinks I'm just a poor, weak scholar. She's determined to marry Ruyi off to that brute from the Fu family. How can I not hate her?"
"I worked like a slave and struggled to finally marry Ruyi, but that old hag said Ruyi can't inherit the title? What about all my efforts over the years? Luckily she said the grandchildren can... But my four sons are neither good at literature nor martial arts, how can they inherit the title?"
He suddenly pointed at Shen Yiqiu, his voice filled with resentment:
"Isn't there you? From childhood until you went to the frontier, I always groomed you to be the heir to the title. But what about you? You look down on me deep down, and none of you in the Shen family respect me!"
"So what? I have Zhao Xuan, my confidante, only she understands my suffering. We have Sang Yu, Sang Yu is my true child, without the disgusting blood of your Shen family. Why can't I let Sang Yu inherit the title?"
"So that Mid-Autumn Festival, I received orders from Consort Zhao to encourage Ruyi to go to the Yongjia Marquis's residence for the festival, and also bribed the servants of the Marquis's residence to lay in ambush for my men in advance to open the gates for those bandits."
"You really think they're bandits? They're all carefully selected assassins! They only have one target... to kill Marquis Yongjia, Shen Zhaohua!"
Song Shenshi stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her body swaying as if she were seeing this man for the first time:
"Qingming...you...what are you saying? Weren't those people bandits? That wasn't an accident, it wasn't a careless killing of her...it was intentional?? All these years of affection...it was all a lie? You're still lying to me even now?"
Since Song Qingming had already broken off all pretense of civility, he decided to go all out and do whatever he wanted.
"Otherwise what? Shen Ruyi, since I married you, besides indulging in poetry and romance, have you ever sincerely planned even a little bit for my career? Without money and power, what are romance and romance worth!"
Shen Yiqiu laughed upon hearing this:
"You're truly the first person to describe eating off someone's property in such a refined and elegant way."
She looked at Song Shenshi, whose face was ashen, with amusement:
“My dear mother, now, do you see clearly? Or have you decided... to ‘forgive’ him one more time?”
Song Shen's eyes widened in horror, and she instinctively staggered backward.
Song Sangyu, standing to the side, looked at her coldly, then indifferently took a step to the side, creating distance.
Song Shen looked at Song Sangyu as if grasping at the last straw, her voice breaking:
“Sangyu…you know how your mother has treated you all these years…I’ve given you everything…you can’t…”
Song Sangyu flung her hand away without a second thought, her tone icy cold:
“Madam Song, speak with conscience. I, Song Sangyu, have only ever had Zhao Xuan as my mother. How could there be another one?”
The older brothers were stunned and frozen in place by the successive revelations.
Despite the pain, Song Qingming managed a twisted smile:
"Shen Yiqiu! What good are all your schemes? You can't kill me! Because... I'm not a member of the Song family at all!"
What?
Song Sangyu smiled and stood behind Song Qingming, taking out a document from her sleeve;
"I was planning to surprise my sister at the crucial moment, but unfortunately, Shen Yiqiu, you planned so much, but you still overlooked this step."
She waved the household registration book in her hand.
"When you were preparing the documents for Aunt Yun, did you ever consider that others could come up with the same method? Father has already moved our household registrations out. The Song family's household registration only includes Song Shenshi and her four good sons!"
"Moreover, all the farmland, shops, gold, and silver under the Song family's name have already been transferred away by us. Now, apart from this empty mansion and a pile of debts, the Song family has nothing left!"
Song Shenshi completely collapsed:
"Why? Song Qingming! I bore your children, managed the household, and toiled for you my whole life. I could even forgive your betrayal and deception, so why do you still treat me like this? Why do you have to put me to death!"
Song Qingming responded with a sneer:
"Because... you're stupid."
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