Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 47 One Leg (Three Thousand)
This slap was probably very heavy.

It seemed as if he wanted to vent all the humiliation he had suffered through this slap. His body shuddered and a layer of fine bumps appeared on his skin.

An indescribable feeling of joy filled Song Hongtao's entire consciousness.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind:
Cool!
He had been married to Yang for more than 20 years, but this was the first time he had laid hands on her... He even felt a little regretful, regretting why he had not done it earlier, so that he could not enjoy such a refreshing feeling until now.

Mrs. Yang was also stunned.

On one hand, half of his face was burning with pain, and on the other hand, he couldn't believe that Song Hongtao dared to hit him. He just stood there and looked at Song Hongtao stupidly.

There were several people behind Yang, including Song Zhen, Yang Siyao, and even Song Yun came.

When Song Yun saw Song Yan was also here, his pupils shrank slightly.

Useless trash.

He cursed silently in his heart, and the change in expression on his face only lasted for a brief moment.

As for Song Zhen, his face changed drastically. This was the first time since he could remember that he had seen such a big conflict between his parents.

Yang Siyao frowned slightly, but did not lose her mind because her aunt was beaten. She swept her eyes over the faces of everyone in the study, as if trying to analyze something from the chaotic situation in front of her.

It's okay not to pay attention to some things, but once you pay attention, you can't help but think more about them. Song Yan seems to be a very powerful character to Yang Siyao.

The atmosphere in the study was oppressive.

The candlelight flickered.

Unlike the others, who were either shocked or furious, Song Yan remained as quiet as a chicken, seemingly unaffected by the chaos around him. She had previously inquired carefully about Song Yan. From what her aunt and Song Zhen had said, Song Yan was just an illiterate, coward who had been imprisoned for ten years and could be bullied by anyone.

At first glance, it seems to be true.

But looking at everything that had happened since Song Yan married into the Luo family, the Song family was either in disgrace or on the verge of disgrace, and Yang Miaoqing, the aunt, had become the object of scorn by everyone in the noble family. It could be said that the reputation that the aunt had painstakingly cultivated over the years had already been destroyed.

Yang Siyao suspected that Song Yan was behind all these things.

Most importantly, Yang Guifang was killed by Song Yan for insulting his mother.

Liang Qiaofeng, Xiao Cuiping, and Lai Qiuju, the three aunts' close associates, had also lost contact. Although Yang Miaoqing repeatedly assured them that the old women were unaware of the Yang family's plot, Yang Siyao's bad premonition grew stronger and stronger.

Now seeing Song Hongtao so furious, Yang Siyao's first thought was that Song Hongtao knew that Yang had cheated on her and that Song Zhen was not her biological son.

The dead silence in the study lasted for nearly half a minute, and was finally broken by Yang Miaoqing's scream. The face of the originally elegant and noble daughter of an aristocratic family suddenly twisted like a ghost, and she screamed:

"Song Hongtao, you dare to hit me!"

The next moment, Yang Miaoqing was seen with no composure, rushing towards Song Hongtao's face with his teeth and claws.

When women fight, they generally only have a few moves, such as pulling hair, scratching faces, digging out eyes, etc., but these methods may be useful for ordinary women.

Song Hongtao might not have had much skill, but he was a man after all. A simple tug on Yang Miaoqing's hair sent the lady reeling and losing control of her body. As Song Hongtao dragged her, she stumbled and fell towards the table.

His fingers clasped Yang Miaoqing's head again, and with a bang, he pressed Yang Miaoqing's head onto the table, right next to the banknote: "Stupid woman!"

"Open your eyes and see what this is!"

Only then did Yang Miaoqing discover the blood-stained banknote. When he saw his own name on the banknote, he was even more shocked.

"You bitch, how dare you arrange for assassins to kill Yan'er?"

"Will you be satisfied only if the Duke's family is completely destroyed?"

Song Hongtao's angry voice echoed in the study.

Gradually, everyone finally figured out what was going on. Yang Miaoqing arranged for a killer to assassinate Song Yan, and the silver note was the reward.

hiss.

No wonder Song Yan was covered in blood.

No wonder Song Hongtao was so furious.

The previous incident had caused the three nephews of the Song family to lose their official positions, and the Shangshu Song Jincheng was reprimanded. Who could have thought that Yang Miaoqing was so bold that not only did he not restrain himself at all, but he also dared to send people to assassinate Song Yan?

If Song Yan died, regardless of the relationship between Emperor Ning and Luo Yuheng, Emperor Ning would not sit idly by and watch such contempt for the imperial majesty. If the investigation led to Yang Miaoqing, how many heads would she have to chop off? How many heads would the Song family have to pay?
But no one doubted Song Hongtao's words, not even Yang Siyao. After all, Yang Miaoqing was really capable of doing such a thing.

Yang Miaoqing's head was still buzzing. As her legal mother, if she had beaten Song Yan to death on the charge of unfilial piety, no one in this world would have said anything. But hiring an assassin to kill Song Yan was a crime even the Yang family couldn't bear. She subconsciously opened her mouth and said, "I didn't..."

It’s a pity that before I could finish my words, I was slapped in the face.

Pop, pop, pop, pop...

Open the bow left and right.

There were more than ten crackling sounds, and Yang Miaoqing's pretty cheeks were cracked and bleeding.

"Bitch, who else could it be but you?" Song Hongtao cursed angrily. Seeing Song Hongtao showing off, Song Yan just felt that he was a pitiful person. He knew that Yang Miaoqing had framed him but didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only find other excuses to vent his inner depression.

It's really sad for a man to do this.

Yang Miaoqing was speechless after being slapped in this series of faces, and only felt wronged.

She killed Song Hongtao's three illegitimate sons and tried to kill Song Yan several times, but this time it really wasn't her who did it. Why doesn't anyone believe it?
Even Song Zhen, Song Yun, and Yang Siyao looked at her with strange eyes. For a moment, the grievance of being wrongly accused was even greater than the pain of being beaten by Song Hongtao. Tears streamed down her face and she sobbed uncontrollably.

At this moment, Song Yun frowned and took a step forward: "Father..."

"What do you want to say?" Song Hongtao turned around suddenly, staring at Song Yun with his scarlet eyes, like a wild beast.

Seeing such a crazy look, Song Yun's heart skipped a beat, but he suppressed his fear and said, "Father, please calm down. I don't think it was mother who did this. She wouldn't have left such obvious evidence."

"Perhaps some thief stole the banknotes."

At this moment, Yang was actually a little touched. What a good son! It was not in vain that he was raised.

Song Hongtao snorted coldly, it was true that mother and son were connected by heart.

"You mean to say that someone was able to sneak into the heavily guarded Duke's Mansion and steal a silver note that cannot be exchanged at all and is worthless, just a piece of white paper."

"I don't believe any thief would be so stupid."

Suddenly, Song Hongtao looked at Song Zhen with a sinister gaze: "Unless... this thief can enter and exit the Madam's room freely."

"Unless the thief knows the code for the banknote."

This was a temporary decision made by Song Hongtao. He was smart enough to know that even if Yang Miaoqing was proven to have hired someone to kill someone, it would be difficult to do anything to Yang Miaoqing. Not to mention the Yang family, just the identities of the legitimate mother and the illegitimate son made it difficult for Song Yan to continue pursuing the matter.

After all, Ningguo advocates filial piety. Even if the father and mother do something wrong, the children should not blame them. Even if they beat or kill their children, they should endure it.

If Song Yan insisted on holding his stepmother responsible, he would be losing his integrity and would be criticized wherever he went.

This is the most filial son, and very likely the only biological son. Song Hongtao must protect the reputation of his biological son.

As for Song Zhen, it doesn't matter. As a father, who can say anything when he punishes his son?

Song Yan looked at Song Hongtao in surprise. The filial piety trick was played out in a fancy way. He had originally wanted to drag Song Zhen into the water, but he didn't expect Song Hongtao to cooperate so well. It actually saved him a lot of trouble.

That look made Song Zhen tremble. He didn't expect that the fire would suddenly burn on his head.

Even Song Yun and Yang Siyao couldn't help but think about it. Besides Song Hongtao, the only one who could enter and leave Yang Miaoqing's room at will was Song Zhen. With Yang Miaoqing's favor for Song Zhen, it wouldn't be difficult for him to know the secret code of the banknotes.

Yang Miaoqing's expression was even gloomier. She had indeed told Song Zhen where the banknotes were hidden and what the code word was.

The various looks from all around made Song Zhen feel uneasy. He suddenly realized, "Father, I didn't do that. I've been confined to my house all this time and haven't gone anywhere. How could I..."

"Speaking of which, the Fifth Young Master met with a few people the other day." At this moment, Wang Qingshan's old and hoarse voice slowly came: "I wonder what the Fifth Young Master wanted to see those people about?"

Song Hongtao narrowed his eyes: "Is this true?"

"Yes, sir, those guys didn't look like good people. They were just scoundrels. So I took the initiative to drive them away. Quite a few people saw it."

Song Yan's lips curled up slightly: "Could it be that the leader has two intersecting scars on his face?"

These people were arranged by Song Yun. This so-called Sixth Brother was quite meticulous in his work. After this meeting, Song Zhen felt like he had mud falling into his crotch. It was shit at best.

But Song Yun didn't know that all the people he arranged were under close surveillance by Zhao Hu.

"That's true." Wang Qingshan nodded slightly.

Song Zhen panicked. He wasn't a smart guy to begin with, and facing the questioning gazes from all sides, he had no idea how to explain himself. "I, I've just been trapped in the mansion for a long time, so I asked these friends to help me find some women. I don't have any..."

"Shut up," Song Hongtao shouted sternly, "You dare not take responsibility for what you did. How could I, Song Hongtao, have a son as cowardly as you?"

Song Zhen was almost crying. He really didn't do it. What was he doing?

He just wanted these people to help him find some prostitutes. Who would have thought that these people would go and kill Song Yan?

His mind is still in a mess and he still hasn't figured out what's going on.

"As the legitimate son of a Duke, you actually hired an assassin to murder your brother. This crime is unforgivable." Song Hongtao's face grew increasingly gloomy. "Fortunately, it didn't turn out badly. Otherwise, you would have paid with your life."

Song Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, but Song Hongtao's next words made his scalp tingle again: "Of course, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment cannot be escaped."

"Then use one of your legs to make amends."

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