When Granny Li arrived, Song Zhiyu was casually leaning against the wall, playing with a jade pendant of excellent quality in her hand.
"Second Miss, dinner is ready." Granny Li swaggered in, her shrill voice clearly audible from afar.
Seeing that Song Zhiyu was ignoring her, Granny Li's old face immediately fell, but she did not make a scene. Instead, she laughed.
"Madam was worried that the eldest young lady was suffering over there, so she rushed to see her."
This old servant saw that you were pitiful, Second Miss, and was afraid you wouldn't have enough to eat, so I brought you some food.
Granny Li deliberately brought up the matter of Shen's mother visiting Shen Jinshu in order to disgust Song Zhiyu.
See? Even if you are the biological daughter, so what? You still can't compare to the eldest daughter's status in the madam's heart.
She thought she would see Song Zhiyu's sad and dejected expression, but to her surprise, Song Zhiyu didn't even raise her head and ignored her.
These words were innocuous and did not cause Song Zhiyu any harm; it was none of her business who Shen Mu Ai went to see.
Seeing that Song Zhiyu was unmoved by her words, Li Mama's face twisted. She slammed the food box heavily on the ground, a malicious smile on her lips, and took out the "meal" she had prepared in advance from the food box.
It was a bowl of rice soaked in soup that looked like swill, with a layer of oil floating on top, which was disgusting to look at.
"Second Miss, come and eat. This is a token of Madam's affection." Granny Li placed the bowl in front of Song Zhiyu, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, which were squeezed into the size of mung beans by her thick flesh.
Song Zhiyu glanced up at her and immediately hit her sore spot with her words, "Haven't you learned your lesson from that slap last time?"
"I've always remembered that slap from the Second Miss." Upon hearing this, Granny Li's face twisted in disgust. Staring at Song Zhiyu's fair and delicate face, she harbored a wicked ambition. She stretched out her large, fan-like hand, intending to force Song Zhiyu to eat the bowl of swill-like stuff in her hand.
But before her hand could even touch Song Zhiyu, she felt a dense, stinging pain in her palm.
Before she could pull her hand back, Song Zhiyu grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back with great force, showing no mercy.
Granny Li winced in pain, and the bowl in her other hand fell to the ground.
"If one slap won't teach you a lesson, then two slaps will do."
As soon as she finished speaking, several red marks appeared on Granny Li's fleshy face.
Song Zhiyu showed no mercy in that slap, knocking out two of her teeth.
Although she said she stayed in the ancestral hall voluntarily, that doesn't mean anyone can come and trample on her.
"You dare hit me?" Granny Li covered her face, her breath escaping her lips, and glared fiercely at Song Zhiyu, her hatred reaching its peak.
"I'll hit you whenever I want, do I need to pick a day?" Song Zhiyu grabbed Li Mama's hair hard and pressed her face to the ground, right in front of the swill that had fallen to the ground.
Song Zhiyu increased the pressure, "This meal is a gift from me, you must eat it all."
"Waaaah~" Granny Li struggled desperately, but still couldn't avoid eating some swill.
A foul stench filled her mouth, and Li Mama couldn't spit it out. She felt like killing Song Zhiyu.
Only after Song Zhiyu forced Li Mama to eat almost all the swill on the ground did Song Zhiyu slowly release her grip as she struggled.
"I'm going to kill you!" Granny Li, with her disheveled hair, charged at Song Zhiyu like a madwoman, wishing she could scratch her face.
Seeing this, Song Zhiyu kicked Li Mama in the stomach. Unable to withstand the force, Li Mama staggered back several steps, her lower back slamming against the edge of the table filled with memorial tablets, causing the candles on it to sway precariously.
She clutched her stomach, gritting her teeth in resentment, and wanted to scratch Song Zhiyu again, but suddenly felt a wave of heat on her back.
Granny Li turned around stiffly, and was instantly horrified.
The candle flame that had fallen to the ground ignited the curtain beside it, and the fire spread extremely quickly, with flammable materials all around.
In no time, the fire had reached the memorial tablet and was escalating rapidly.
"Ah! Fire! Fire!" Granny Li cried out and ran out the door.
She knew she had made a huge mistake.
Hearing the noise, the servants guarding the gate hurriedly grabbed buckets of water and rushed to put out the fire.
Song Zhiyu stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, looking calmly at the memorial tablet that was half burned. She couldn't help but think of Shen Feng's furious expression when he saw this scene.
Granny Li really did her a huge favor.
She took a few steps forward, blocking Li Mama who was trying to sneak away, and said with a half-smile, "Trying to run? Stay put."
As Song Zhiyu spoke, she raised her hand and pressed down on Li Mama's shoulder, firmly pinning her to the spot.
Upon hearing the news, Shen Feng and his party rushed over. Seeing the plumes of smoke rising into the sky, all the color drained from their faces, and they almost lost their balance. It was only thanks to Shen Yanxi, who was standing behind them, that they were able to support them in time, preventing them from losing face in front of their servants.
However, due to her advanced age, Madam Shen could not withstand the shock and fainted immediately.
Chaos reigned outside the ancestral hall, with screams and cries echoing everywhere.
Looking at the ancestral hall with its flickering flames, a similar scene flashed through Shen Yanxi's mind, but it was gone in an instant.
Amidst the raging flames, a petite figure carried a man much stronger than herself on her back, risking her life to carry him step by step out of the inferno.
Even with her arms burned by the flames and her legs unable to straighten, she still did not give up on the man who had fallen into a coma on her back.
Shen Yanxi's head was throbbing with pain, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He wanted to see the woman's face clearly, but it was as if a white mist had covered his vision, making his eyes blurry.
The only thing he remembered was the small, bright red mole on the woman's wrist.
Shen Yanxi clutched his head, trying to capture the blurry figure in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the more his head ached.
He clearly remembered that the scene in his mind had never happened, so why did it feel so real to him?
And the woman who carried him out of the fire—even though he couldn't see her face clearly, she felt incredibly familiar to him, just like Song Zhiyu.
Wait, Song Zhiyu?
Shen Yanxi paused, then suddenly remembered something. The pain on his face turned into panic, and he released his hands from his head and tried to step forward.
"Fourth Young Master, the fire is too big, you'd better not go forward." Butler Lin stopped him in time.
Shen Yanxi hesitated for a moment, then finally couldn't help but ask, "Where's Song Zhiyu? Has she come out?"
Butler Lin opened his mouth in surprise. He did not expect that the Fourth Young Master would care about the Second Young Master's life or death. Didn't he hate the Second Young Master?
Before he could even speak, Shen Feng, on the other side, heard Song Zhiyu's name and, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up in anger, "Yes, where is that rebellious daughter? Make her come out, I'm going to teach her a lesson."
She's a jinx; ever since she returned to the manor, not a single day has been peaceful.
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