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When Lord Song asked this question, he felt it was an unlucky question.

He didn't come home all night; he must have been fooling around with someone.

Fearing she might say something shameful, before Song Qingyan could answer, the old Marquis Song hurriedly waved his hand in disgust, "Hurry back to your courtyard!"

Her grandfather disliked her!

Song Qingyan's anger surged.

She couldn't wait to tell him that she had stayed at the Duke of Shen's mansion last night and that the person she had been with was none other than Prince Rui!

But she held back.

Song Qingning is here.

If she finds out, she'll definitely ruin her plans.

When the time is right, Grandfather will find out that she belongs to Prince Rui.

With her grandfather's arrogant and condescending attitude, she would wait and see how he would regret it and beg her to forgive his contempt today!

Song Qingyan curled her lips into a cold smile, then turned and left.

Song Qingning has excellent hearing and eyesight.

Seeing the marks left by sexual intercourse on Song Qingyan's neck just now confirmed my suspicions.

"Qingning, what do you think of what I just told you?" Old Marquis Song asked with a smile, his brows furrowed with a mixture of caution and ingratiation.

Soon it will be the birthday of Lord Song.

It was just an ordinary birthday, not a major one.

In previous years, it was just a small family gathering with a simple banquet, but this year, Lord Song wanted to hold a grand event.

Lord Song's thoughts were very simple.

Song Shiyin passed the imperial examination with top honors, and Song Qingning entered the court as an official. Even Princess Yuzhen valued her archery skills, and she became the princess's archery teacher.

He wasn't content with being powerful among his few friends; he wanted to be powerful in front of a wider audience.

The reason he asked Song Qingning for his opinion was because he noticed that since Song Qingning's return to the capital, good things had been happening one after another at the Yongning Marquis's residence.

He specially asked someone to calculate Song Qingning's birth date and time, and was pleasantly surprised by the result.

The man said that Song Qingning's birth chart was very compatible with his, and that together they would bring prosperity to their family and home, and even greater success in their future.

The Marquis's mansion is so prosperous and thriving, and his birth chart deserves a great deal of credit for this.

Lord Song was quite pleased with himself and paid even more attention to Song Qingning.

"If Grandfather wants to hold a grand celebration, then so be it. Qingning is a junior, so her opinion is not important," said Song Qingning.

My grandfather's birthday celebration in my previous life was also very grand.

In both his lives, he held the same thoughts.

In his past life, however, what he wanted to show off was not her and his brother.

In his previous life, Song Mingtang firmly established his identity as Mingyue Xian. Scholars, literati, and noble families all treated Song Mingtang as an honored guest, which greatly enhanced the prestige of the old Marquis Song.

Song Qingyan gained the favor of the Duke of Shen's mansion.

At her birthday banquet, Liu was the center of attention.

"Important, important, how could it not be important? Qingning, you are my granddaughter. I value you, and I value your opinion." Old Marquis Song said sincerely.

Song Qingning had witnessed how realistic and indifferent he was in his previous life, and the contrast made it all the more ironic.

She just smiled faintly and didn't respond.

When Lord Song saw that her smile didn't reach her eyes, he felt inexplicably guilty.

He wasn't... bad to Qingning, was he?

She had suffered a lot in the past, but it was all Liu's torment, and he hadn't done anything. So why did he often have this feeling that Qingning hated him?

What did he do that made him so hated?

No! Nothing was done!

It's an illusion, it must be an illusion!

The reason, according to Lord Song, was that Qingning was simply that way by nature, indifferent and cold-hearted, and had nothing to do with him.

As her grandfather, he could tolerate her indifference and coldness.

"Since you also think it's feasible, then let's do it. This is also a way for you younger generation to show your filial piety," said Old Master Song with a chuckle.

He then said to Song Qingning, "Could you perhaps invite Duke Meng to...?"

Duke Meng was of noble status, yet he kept to himself and rarely went out.

Previously, it was because Song Qingning extended an invitation that Lord Song had the opportunity to become sworn brothers with him.

He was smug for quite a while.

However, he sent several invitations to the Duke of Meng's mansion, but they were all returned.

Lord Song also realized what was going on.

Duke Meng was only considering Song Qingning's feelings.

Song Qingning understood his meaning, but did not agree. She said that she would be late for work and then left.

Old Marquis Song was left behind, his smile frozen on his face.

"Ha, ha, official business is important, official business is important."

Official duties are important, but his birthday is also important!

Old Marquis Song felt frustrated. "This granddaughter is too indifferent. She'll suffer when she marries!"

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, his eyes lit up. "If I find her a good marriage, wouldn't that melt away her indifference? Yes, it definitely will!"

After saying that, he hurriedly returned to the courtyard to plan a marriage.

When Song Qingyan returned to the west courtyard, the ritual performed by Madam Liu had been completed, leaving the courtyard in a mess.

Song Qingyan found this absurd upon hearing it.

I didn't take it seriously.

Liu found her anxiously, "Yan'er, after the master finished the ritual, I asked him to open his third eye and take a look at Tang'er's current situation. He said he saw Tang'er in the fire."

Song Qingyan is wearing earrings.

Suddenly, her hand trembled, and the earring fell to the ground.

However, Madam Liu did not notice her abnormality. She had not slept all night and was very weak, and her expression was somewhat dazed.

"How could Tang'er be in the fire? Places like prisons are dark and damp; there wouldn't be a fire there," Liu murmured.

A cold smile flashed across Song Qingyan's eyes in an instant. She picked up the earring from the ground and comforted Liu Shi, "Yes, how could there be a fire when my brother is in prison? That sorcerer must be talking nonsense. Don't worry, I will ask the Prince to get my brother out in a while."

"Okay, okay." Only then did Madam Liu smile.

Song Qingyan changed the subject again, "Song Qingning's hand is still fine."

"Don't worry, Yan'er, I have a plan. I will make sure that she can never hold a pen or a sword again."

"So what if she became the Commandant of the Capital? A Commandant of the Capital who can't even wield a sword will be dismissed from office immediately."

Liu gritted her teeth, her face contorted in a ferocious grimace.

He added, "In a few days, it will be your grandfather's birthday. I heard he wants to have a big celebration. We'll make our move at his birthday banquet. There will be many people around, so no one will suspect us."

Song Qingyan thought about the disgust her grandfather had shown her earlier.

Satisfied with Liu's plan, he said, "Good, let's see if Grandfather will still treat Song Qingning like a treasure after her hand is crippled."

The mother and daughter were plotting something.

I heard Madam Jiang's voice coming from outside.

"Quick, hide!"

Liu and Song Qingyan had a great understanding.

That old hag, confronting her head-on will only bring you trouble.

Prince Rui said he wanted the Jiang family to take the initiative to divorce her, but it's unclear when that will happen.

Let's hide for now.

The two hid behind the curtain.

Upon hearing Madam Jiang enter, the figure began searching the room.

He muttered curses as he hid something inside his clothes.

Her words were vulgar and offensive.

Song Qingyan clenched her fists in anger.

Suddenly, with a bang, the door was pushed open, accompanied by a man's angry shout:

"How dare you break into a house in broad daylight! Guards, tie this thief up!"

Song Qingyan's eyes lit up.

It was Prince Rui who made the move!