Song Wan Ning lowered her eyes, her eyes flickered, and her tone was low and judo.
"Young Madam, I know I made a mistake. Please forgive me this time, Young Madam."
Song Qingyi sneered, "As a concubine, you are so indiscreet and climbed over the wall to go out. If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't have a long memory."
"Mama Zhao, family tradition!"
Song Wan Ning! !
Song Wan Ning was startled. She raised her head to face the woman's cold smile, and her heart suddenly fell into an ice cellar.
There was a bold guess in her heart. Maybe Song Qingyi knew about it since she left the house, and she deliberately let it go just for now.
Qinghe quickly protected Song Wan Ning, "Young madam, I just went out to buy some fabrics. Please spare her for once."
"Asshole!"
Song Qingyi kicked Qinghe away and angrily said, "A lowly servant is worthy of speaking."
"Qinghe!"
Song Wanning hugged Qing He, who was pale and in pain.
Biting her lip, she raised her eyes and looked at Song Qingyi stubbornly, "Young Madam, even if Yun Ning did something wrong and she wants to use family methods, the mistress should be the one to intervene."
Hearing this, Song Qingyi's pupils shrank, and her eyes became particularly cold when looking at the woman.
How dare you mock her!
She had been married into the Hou Mansion for a year, but because there was no movement in her stomach, the Hou Mansion's wife had been unwilling to hand over the control of the family to her.
The servants in the mansion secretly laughed at her.
"As the crown prince's wife, I can't control a concubine!"
"Aunt Lan went out of the house privately and acted suspiciously. Someone came to take off her clothes for me and check her carefully."
What? !
Song Wanning was startled and looked at Song Qingyi in disbelief.
"no, do not want!"
Aunt Zhao and others stepped forward to hold Song Wanning down. In her frightened eyes, they could only hear a "tearing" sound.
Most of the clothes on her chest were torn open, revealing her pink bellyband, which was so delicate and charming.
"Let go of my aunt, you can't do this!"
Song Wanning struggled desperately, but Qinghe was pressed to the ground by the other nuns, unable to move.
The pride under her bellyband stung Song Qingyi's eyes, and she squeezed the brocade handkerchief tightly.
Bitch!
As expected, she was born to seduce men.
"stop!"
The door on the west side was suddenly pushed open, and the man came over with a serious look, frowning at the scene in front of him.
Song Qingyi looked at He Yuzhang and her heart tightened.
His face quickly returned to its former gentleness and elegance, "Your Majesty, why are you here?"
"Aunt Lan leaves the house without permission, and I will only punish her according to family rules."
He Yuzhang glanced at the sobbing man who was curled up on the ground, covering his clothes, and frowned.
Looking at Song Qingyi, her tone was particularly cold, "I never knew which house rule in the Marquis Mansion said that you should take off people's clothes and ruin their reputation?"
Hearing this, Song Qingyi's face turned pale, and she looked at the man with a timid look, "Yes, I remembered it wrong."
"The Crown Princess has such a bad memory, then go back and copy the family rules carefully to avoid misremembering them again in the future."
Copying family rules?
Song Qingyi raised her eyes in shock. She didn't expect He Yuzhang to be so disrespectful to her.
The hands in the hanging sleeves were clenched tightly, and he said patiently: "Yes."
After saying that, he glared at Song Wanning on the ground, turned around and left with the others.
Song Wanning covered her torn clothes, biting her pale lips, her eyes full of grievance.
Suddenly a cloak fell down and covered her.
Qing He helped her stand up. Song Wan Ning pinched the cloak in her hand and felt warm in her heart when she looked at He Yuzhang.
"Brother-in-law, I..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man.
"Climbed the wall and left the house, deliberately waiting for me on Changqing Street, and pretended that I had no money to ask me to accompany you to buy cloth."
He Yuzhang narrowed his narrow eyes, looking at the woman with coldness and disdain.
"Then he pretended to be generous and came back alone to lead me to watch this big show."
The man stepped forward, met Song Wanning's shrinking gaze, reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
Their eyes intertwined.
It's all indifference.
"Song Wanning, you are really good at it, but if you do this, it will only make me feel sick!"
Song Wan Ning's jaw was so painful from being pinched that she didn't dare to say anything. Crystal tears circled in her eyes, making her look pitiful.
She knew He Yuzhang had misunderstood and said quickly.
"No, brother-in-law, I didn't, I, I just..."
He Yuzhang didn't want to hear her sophistry, so he opened her chin, stood on the armrest, and warned in a frosty tone.
"Use your thoughts on me, don't make me disgust you!"
After saying that, he turned around and strode away.
"Auntie, are you okay?"
Qing He glanced at Song Wan Ning worriedly and saw tears falling from the corners of her eyes, so he wiped them away for her in distress.
Song Wan Ning exhaled a breath of turbid air, frowned slightly, and looked at the man's decisive back.
My heart seems to be sinking to the bottom of the sea.
"I'm fine. It's just that my brother-in-law misunderstood me this time. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future."
"Qinghe, let's go back to the yard first."
