At this moment, Shen Jinshu stepped past Shen Mingyi, walked up to Song Zhiyu, and took her hand. Her melodious and clear voice broke the deadlock, "Second sister, it was indeed our fault for accidentally damaging the Tianxing Grass that you carefully cultivated. I can understand how you feel."
But why do you insist on forcing your father and brother to give you an explanation for just a few herbs? You are family, bound by blood.
She spoke with such sincerity that if Song Zhiyu hadn't seen the impatience and indifference hidden in her eyes, she might have thought she was genuinely thinking of Shen Feng and his son.
"And then?" Song Zhiyu resisted the urge to pull her hand away, suddenly becoming interested to see what other shameless things she could say next.
Upon hearing this, Shen Jinshu's face stiffened. He hadn't expected Song Zhiyu to react this way. He was stunned for a moment, tears welling up in his eyes, making him look particularly comical.
But Shen Jinshu was still the same Shen Jinshu. She quickly composed herself and continued, "I know you resent me for taking away my father's and brother's favor and your identity, but none of this was my intention."
I know you did all these things just to get your brothers' attention and affection, and you didn't really want to hurt them.
For the sake of the Marquis's mansion, and for the sake of my brothers, I am willing to leave. From now on, my brothers will only have you as their sister.
She resorted to the same old trick, but she didn't truly want to leave the Marquis's mansion.
"Shu'er! What nonsense are you talking about? The Marquis's mansion is your home. You are our only sister. No one can drive you away. Besides, you are not the one who should leave." Shen Mingyi spoke up urgently, afraid that Shen Jinshu would really leave the Marquis's mansion because of them.
Shen Jinshu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. She looked pitiful. She was clearly heartbroken, but she still tried to explain for Song Zhiyu, "Third brother, please don't say anything. I left voluntarily. It has nothing to do with second sister."
However, her explanation was better than nothing and only made Shen Mingyi dislike Song Zhiyu even more, exacerbating the rift between the two.
Song Zhiyu looked up at Shen Mingyi, whose eyes were bloodshot, veins were bulging on his forehead, and who had lost his usual calm and composed demeanor. She couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
What a fool! No wonder he was completely fooled by Shen Jinshu. He showed no shrewdness whatsoever.
"Fine, then you can go. I won't stop you." Song Zhiyu acted unpredictably, stepping aside to let Shen Jinshu pass.
Shen Jinshu's eyes flickered slightly, her plans disrupted once again by Song Zhiyu.
Song Zhiyu is now unpredictable to her. After several rounds of exchanges, she has clearly lost ground.
But it doesn't matter, as long as her brothers always care about her and stand by her side, she won't lose.
Shen Jinshu nodded, revealing a reluctant expression, and slowly released Song Zhiyu's hand. "Alright, since this is what Second Sister wants, then I will grant your wish."
I only hope that after I'm gone, you won't cause any more trouble for Father and my brothers.
Suddenly, Song Zhiyu frowned, feeling a stinging pain in her hand, and coldly flung Shen Jinshu's hand away.
"ah!"
Shen Jinshu screamed and fell backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
The change happened in an instant; before anyone could react, they saw Shen Jinshu lying pitifully on the ground.
Song Zhiyu lowered her eyes to look at the red crescent-shaped mark on the back of her hand, then glanced at the frail Shen Jinshu lying on the ground, and instantly understood her scheme.
This framing trick of Shen Jinshu is truly effective time and again.
"Shu'er, how are you?" Shen Mingyi hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, his handsome face revealing his anxiety.
Shen Jinshu shook her head, biting her lower lip until it turned white. "I'm fine, Third Brother, please don't blame Second Sister. It was my own carelessness..."
Before she could finish speaking, Shen Mingyi interrupted her, his eyes reddening as if he were a furious beast. "She did it on purpose. She wasn't satisfied with just forcing you to leave; she wanted to harm you too. I won't let her get away with this."
After saying that, he ignored Shen Jinshu's advice and rushed to Song Zhiyu, intending to attack her.
His anger consumed his reason; at this moment, he could no longer think of the princess or the crown prince, and all he wanted was to avenge Shen Jinshu.
Shen Jinshu looked at the scene before her with satisfaction, a faint smile curving her lips, a fleeting hint of smugness in her eyes.
Leaving the Marquis's mansion was just talk; only Shen Mingyi would believe it.
Seeing Shen Mingyi raise his hand high, about to strike Song Zhiyu's face, Shen Jinshu's smile deepened.
But her smugness didn't last long before she was stunned by what she saw.
Song Zhiyu grabbed Shen Mingyi's wrist, which was suspended in mid-air, and with a forceful pull, a "crack" was heard, and his hand twisted in a strange arc, causing him to roll his eyes in pain.
"Does it hurt?" Song Zhiyu smiled and continued her work. Before Shen Mingyi could answer, she kicked him in the back of the knee with all her might.
Shen Mingyi screamed and fell to his knees, his kneecaps hitting the ground hard with a cracking sound like bones breaking. His right hand hung limply at his sides, his face was ashen, and a thin layer of sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Since the Marquis won't choose, then let me choose for you." Song Zhiyu's tone was icy, his eyes were frosty, and his patience had run out.
Shen Muxun examined Shen Mingyi and said with a serious expression, "Both of my third brother's fingers are useless. Even if they are healed, I'm afraid his mobility will be limited in the future."
He looked at Song Zhiyu with a complicated expression, knowing that she was not joking.
If they cannot compensate her with the Heavenly Star Grass, the third brother will suffer more than just losing two fingers.
"You rebellious daughter, how dare you, how dare you..." Shen Feng was furious. He felt a mouthful of blood rising in his throat, but he couldn't decide whether to vomit or not. He clutched his heaving chest, his face extremely pale.
"My patience is limited. It would be best if Your Excellency made a decision sooner rather than later, otherwise he will be the one to suffer." Song Zhiyu glanced at Shen Mingyi indifferently, her tone low and brooding.
Seeing this, Shen Muxun finally couldn't help but speak up, "Give me three days, and I will present you with the Heavenly Star Grass with both hands."
"Alright, if I don't see the Star Grass in three days, I won't hold back." Song Zhiyu nodded slightly. She didn't care what method Shen Muxun used to find the Star Grass to compensate her; she only cared about the result.
Shen Muxun breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of the Heavenly Star Grass made his heart jump again.
The reason why Tianxingcao is so precious is because it is rare and hard to find.
How could he find dozens of Tianxing Grass plants to compensate Song Zhiyu within just three days?
Song Zhiyu handed a list of congratulatory gifts written in black and white to Steward Lin, who then gave it to Shen Feng. "This is the list of congratulatory gifts. It details the items and quantities of gifts sent by the Princess. Your Excellency must remember to send each and every one back to Songxi Courtyard."
If any of these items are missing, I'll have a hard time explaining it if the Princess Consort asks.
Shen Feng looked at the items on the list, his already gloomy face becoming even more unpleasant.
He had never seen any of the blood jade agate, glass pendants, or other items listed on it.
Shen Feng reasonably suspected that Song Zhiyu was extorting him, but he had no evidence, which made him extremely frustrated.
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