Facing Shen Feng's resentful gaze, Song Zhiyu remained calm. "This gift list was personally given to me by the old nanny by the Princess's side. She repeatedly told me to keep it safe, just to prevent what happened today from happening."
If Your Excellency has any doubts about this, you are welcome to go to the Princess's residence and ask her directly. We can confront her face to face.
Shen Feng choked, so angry that he glared and puffed out his beard. He must be crazy to go to the Princess's residence to embarrass himself.
Even if he were in the wrong, given the princess's protective nature, he probably wouldn't have gotten away with it.
"No need. I will personally deliver every item on the list back to Songxi Courtyard without missing a single one." Shen Feng's tone was harsh, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Having not only failed to gain any advantage but also ended up losing money, Shen Feng felt a lump in his throat, feeling suffocated.
"In that case, I'll return to Songxi Courtyard to await the Marquis's news." Having achieved her goal, Song Zhiyu lingered no longer. She dusted off the dust on her clothes, ignored the livid faces of Shen Feng and his group, and turned around with light steps.
As she passed by Shen Mingyi, seeing his face pale with pain yet still trying to comfort the tearful Shen Jinshu beside him, a mocking glint flashed in her eyes. Her lips moved slightly, and she casually uttered two words, "Fool."
After saying that, before Shen Mingyi could even get angry, Song Zhiyu left without looking back, leaving the others staring at each other in bewilderment.
Once Song Zhiyu was completely out of sight, Shen Feng angrily threw the papers in his hand at Butler Lin's face, his tone icy, "Gather all these things and send them to Songxi Courtyard."
"Yes." Butler Lin bowed obsequiously, inwardly groaning, but still bowed and withdrew.
He sighed deeply. The Marquis of Chengen's mansion was no longer doing as well as before, now that it had lost the revenue from those shops in the east of the city.
To gather all these treasures, it would probably require emptying the Marquis's entire fortune.
What kind of mess is this?
He once again felt that it was not a wise decision for the Marquis to get involved with the Second Miss.
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Only after Butler Lin's figure completely disappeared through the door did Shen Feng finally withdraw his gaze, turn his head to look at Shen Mingyi, his anger intensifying, and his angry curses carried a hint of disappointment.
"Useless thing! You can't even teach a little Song Zhiyu a lesson, and you've made yourself look so pathetic. You've really disgraced our Marquis's mansion."
Unexpectedly, all of his sons fell victim to Song Zhiyu.
Not only did he fail to receive the congratulatory gift from the Princess, but he was also outmaneuvered by Song Zhiyu, which was an utter disgrace!
Thinking of this, Shen Feng felt nauseous and didn't want to look at Shen Mingyi again, so he turned and left.
Shen Mingyi's gloomy gaze remained fixed on the direction Song Zhiyu had left. His already pale face grew even more ashen, and his loose hair obscured the emotions in his eyes, making him unfathomable.
He couldn't understand what Song Zhiyu meant; he only felt that Song Zhiyu was mocking and humiliating him.
Only Shen Muxun listened to Song Zhiyu's words, his gaze sweeping over Shen Jinshu without revealing his true feelings, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
From his perspective, Song Zhiyu had only shaken Shu'er's hand away; he hadn't pushed her. So why did she...?
Did she fall on purpose? Shen Muxun was secretly alarmed and unwilling to believe this guess.
Shu'er is kind-hearted and gentle, and would even lend a helping hand to a pitiful beggar. How could she possibly frame Song Zhiyu?
Shen Muxun shook his head, banishing the absurd thoughts from his mind, and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
He had spent over a decade with Shu'er and knew her temperament better than anyone; she would never do such a despicable thing as slandering others.
If she truly couldn't tolerate Song Zhiyu, she wouldn't have compromised herself by agreeing to let Song Zhiyu return to the Marquis's mansion.
She wouldn't take good care of Song Zhiyu after he returned to the mansion, and even defended him despite her illness after he repeatedly hurt her.
He saw it all, one by one.
He trusted his own eyes and his own judgment more than Song Zhiyu's words.
It must be that Song Zhiyu was resentful and wanted to sow discord between the siblings.
Shen Muxun felt annoyed. How could he have doubted Shu'er based on Song Zhiyu's few words? He really shouldn't have done that.
Even though Shen Muxun hid his probing gaze well, Shen Jinshu still keenly noticed the clues.
Her heart tightened, her delicate brows furrowed, and tears streamed down her face. "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Third Brother wouldn't have been injured. If Third Brother's hand really can't be healed, I would be guilty even if I died a thousand times over."
Shen Jinshu sobbed softly, her face full of guilt, biting her lower lip until it turned white, wishing she could suffer in Shen Mingyi's place.
Upon hearing this, Shen Mingyi's expression softened considerably. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face and gently comforted her, "Don't cry, it's not your fault, and your third brother won't blame you."
"Song Zhiyu is narrow-minded and vindictive, and she can't tolerate you. She's jealous of how well we treat you and refuses to acknowledge her status, so no matter what you do, she'll make things difficult for you."
"I just didn't expect her to become such a disrespectful and arrogant person, even resorting to violence at the slightest provocation." Shen Mingyi's eyes were gloomy, and his words were full of disgust when he mentioned Song Zhiyu.
He had a smooth life for over a decade, but he stumbled on Song Zhiyu.
Shen Jinshu lowered her head in disappointment, a trace of sorrow lingering between her beautiful brows. "My existence is a mistake. Father should never have brought me back in the first place."
"I've taken on the role of the second younger sister, and I've also taken away the affection that my brothers have for her. It's understandable that she resents me."
"Shu'er, don't say that. In our hearts, Song Zhiyu will never be as good as you. How can an ant compete with a phoenix?"
Song Zhiyu is malicious. Even though she grew up in the Marquis's mansion, we might not pamper her as much as we pamper you.
"You didn't take her place, nor did you steal her favor. She has no right to resent you." Shen Mingyi comforted Shen Jinshu while also taking a jab at Song Zhiyu, but these were all his true feelings.
Shen Jinshu instantly burst into laughter through her tears, "Third Brother, I will definitely find a miracle doctor to heal your hand."
"Okay." Shen Mingyi smiled gently; he had truly treated Shen Jinshu with all his heart.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Shen Muxun, who had been standing silently to the side for a long time, as he remembered what his master had told him.
"I've heard that the Divine Physician Liangyue possesses superb medical skills and is adept at treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. There is no patient she cannot cure."
"If we can get the divine physician Liangyue to help, my eldest brother's leg and my third brother's hand will surely be fully recovered."
"That's great! As long as we find the divine physician Liangyue, my brothers will be saved." Shen Jinshu smiled, seemingly genuinely happy for them, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
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