Chapter 68 Who is the bitch?
Song Ci didn't hide, but looked straight into her eyes, and then took a look at Old Lady Lu.
She was already a grandmother, but she had maintained herself very well. Her black hair had turned gray, but her appearance still showed the beauty of her youth. She was a little thin, but she was dressed in a luxurious and solemn color.
It actually added a bit of majesty to her.
"Miss Song San, you are a guest at the Bourne Mansion today. We welcome you very much." She paused, then changed her tone. "But, you should never, ever cause trouble in the Bourne Mansion."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he put all the blame on Song Ci alone.
It can be seen that he cannot distinguish right from wrong.
Otherwise, he is just like the people in the Song family, who are biased.
She paused and forced a wry smile. "Madam Lu didn't ask what happened clearly, but instead blamed me. I can only say that when you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext."
Old Lady Lu sneered, "What a clever and eloquent woman! They say it's best for a woman to be gentle and humble, but Third Miss Song's upbringing is a far cry from that of First Miss Song."
Education? Wen Qing?
Song Ci glanced at Wen Qing calmly, curled her lips and smiled, the meaning was self-evident.
"You! You bitch!" Wen Qing instantly understood what she meant, and in anger she wanted to take a few steps forward and attack Song Ci.
This bitch first bullied Sister Song and then implied that she was uneducated.
She had lived a life of luxury in the Bourne Mansion for so many years, and had never been laughed at in such a way. How could she bear it?
"The upbringing at the Bourne House is truly excellent. Does the old lady intend to allow Miss Wen to hit me? When I leave the Bourne House with this slap in my face, I wonder what people outside will say about the Bourne House's hospitality."
She bit the last few words very hard.
The reason why the Bourne Mansion has stood firm in Beijing for many years is not only because of the protection provided by its ancestors, but also because it has a big tree to enjoy the shade.
In the previous life, the first and second wives never looked down on the third wife, never stood up for themselves, and never spoke behind their backs.
She vaguely heard that the person behind the Bourne Mansion was the prince, and that he had done a lot of things for him.
He also used many girls from the side branches of the Bourne family to win over the hearts of the people for the prince.
The Bourne House was like a beautiful white jade vase, exuding nobility when placed there, but the bottom of the vase was covered with layers of cobwebs, and the inside was rotten.
Only women can be used as nutrients to make the poisonous flower of Bourne Mansion bloom brilliantly.
"You're right," Old Madam Lu sneered. "This will indeed hurt the reputation of our Bourne family. But Miss Song San should know that there are many ways to torture people in this world, and many of them are invisible to the public."
Song Ci narrowed her eyes slightly, calculating the time in her mind, "Is Madam Lu going to attack me for Song Rouxi?"
"I won't take your life. But you should never, ever touch someone the Crown Prince has his eye on. If I don't make you suffer, I'm afraid I won't be able to justify myself later."
She spoke nonchalantly, talking about suffering a little, as if it was just a cup of tea, insignificant.
"What if I don't agree?"
"Don't want to?" Old Mrs. Lu chuckled as if she had heard a joke, and looked at the nanny just now.
Inner room.
The imperial physician had not arrived yet. Song Rouxi heard the noise outside and slowly opened her eyes.
Song Ying exclaimed, "Sister, you're awake."
"Shut up. I'm not unconscious." Song Rouxi's eyes were filled with sadness. "I just did it for show."
"So that's how it is."
Song Rouxi didn't bother to put on her shoes. Her white feet stepped on the cold ground. She reached out her hand and quietly pushed aside the curtain.
She had heard everything that Old Lady Lu had said just now. If Song Ci was going to be in trouble, she had to see it with her own eyes.
She has gone against me time and time again, and she deserves what's happening today.
Although the third house is still of great use to the Song family, they cannot let Song Ci step on her head.
She wanted Song Ci to know that the two of them, one was the star in the sky, and the other was the mud on the ground. How could the mud cover up the brilliance of the stars?
The nanny walked a few steps towards Song Ci and suddenly took out a piece of cloth from her arms. On the black cloth were several slender silver needles as long as fingers.
"I advise Miss Song not to move. This needle will only hurt for a moment, but if it pierces the wrong place and hurts someone, Miss Song, please don't blame me."
As she spoke, she pulled out a needle and was about to attack Song Ci.
Song Ci wanted to stand up, but she suddenly raised her hand and was pushed down with such force that Song Ci was unable to react for a moment.
She reacted subconsciously and closed her eyes, cursing inwardly, "What bad luck."
Judging from the time, Princess Le Yi should have been notified, right?
But the expected sharp pain didn't come. Instead, a muffled groan reached Song Ci's ears. Curious and cautious, she opened her left eye and saw a hand close at hand.
And the needle was stuck on it.
These hands were well-formed, fair and slender, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and slightly thin. The faint green meridians on them were faintly visible, as if they were carved from the finest white jade.
From her perspective, the lines on the palm were clearly visible. Everything else was fine except that the lifeline was slightly shorter.
When the cold wind blew, I could smell the scent of cedar lingering around my nose.
Song Ci was a little surprised that the person who appeared was Pei Ji. Looking at his hand that was almost pierced by the silver needle, she was a little surprised that he would do such a thing.
However, Pei Ji did not expect this.
He has always been a man who judges the situation, knows when to advance and when to retreat, and acts cautiously. These words are his principles for doing things. He rarely acts on impulse, and rarely thinks faster than his mouth and hands.
By the time he realized that he had stretched out his hand to block the silver needle, everything had already happened.
Besides being surprised, he was also a little annoyed, staring at the silver needle in a trance.
His eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Young Master!" A Lin shouted harshly, then walked a few steps to Pei Ji's side. He glared angrily at the nanny who hadn't had time to come back to her senses, and kicked her out without thinking.
The nanny was kicked to the ground immediately.
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and was about to stand up.
Everything happened so fast that her brain could hardly react. She forgot that she had been holding this position for a long time. When she stood up, her body was a little unstable.
"careful."
A hand reached out, pressed her shoulder, and gently pulled her. Due to inertia, Song Ci's whole body leaned forward uncontrollably, and she met a pair of eyes that were also slightly widened.
Over the years, whether it was because of mysophobia or because he had no interest in romance, Pei Ji had never been as close to that woman as he was now.
He also never knew that a woman's body could be so delicate and soft.
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