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In both her past and present lives, Song Qingning has never been jealous of Song Qingyan.

She deliberately provoked Liu, saying, "My cousin is bad at everything—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and lacks all the virtues of women's work. What is there for me to be jealous of in such a stupid thing?"

As expected, Liu could not maintain her smile and raised her hand to hit Song Qingning.

Song Qingning grabbed her wrist, "Mother, are you going to hit me?"

She's going to hit her!

She dared to say such a thing about Yan'er; she wanted to beat her to death!

No, you can't.

She is currently being held captive in the ancestral hall, and she needs to find out something.

"You can't talk about her like that. She's your cousin, the eldest daughter of the main branch of the family, while you're just a daughter born out of wedlock! You can't change your birth, and that's the only thing you can't compare to her in."

"Today, your grandfather suspected my motives. I may have motives, but I also hope that I will treat your cousins ​​well so that they will treat you well in the future. I am doing this all for you and for your future."

Liu softened.

She was dressed in a light blue robe, without any adornments. Standing opposite Song Qingning, she appeared without any sharpness, like a kind mother.

She wanted to reveal her "true feelings" and "selfish motives" to Song Qingning.

In her previous life, Liu mostly oppressed and coerced her.

This is the first time I've seen something this soft.

But her eyes looked too fake.

"I can earn my own future," Song Qingning said.

He then reminded Lady Liu, "You are the wife of the second branch of the family, born out of wedlock. You often teach me to remember my place, and you should also remember your own place."

"you……"

Liu choked.

She tried her best to maintain a supple posture, but repeatedly failed.

Finally, she glared at Song Qingning and said, "Are you lecturing me?"

"Yes." Song Qingning looked back at her.

Without her former timidity and humility, Liu finally became certain:

Song Qingning has really changed!

She changed after returning to Beijing this time!

Suddenly, Madam Liu realized, "You received that letter!"

That letter that asked her to use her military merits to get Song Qingyan the title of county princess!

"Yes, I received it," Song Qingning replied.

Liu felt a sway in her body, and her gaze towards Song Qingning grew even more venomous. "You received it, yet you deliberately disobeyed me, causing your cousin to miss out on the position of county princess. How could you be so selfish?"

"You ruined your cousin, do you know that?"

They also said she was selfish.

They always blame others for being selfish when they never get what they want from them.

Song Qingning suddenly frowned, her gaze sharp.

She was on the battlefield, killing and shedding blood, which tainted her with a lot of ferocity.

She was usually reserved, but now she was filled with rage. With just one look, Liu instinctively took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

"Song Qingning, you..." Madam Liu looked at her, about to reprimand her.

Song Qingning approached her step by step, swallowing Liu's rebuke, finally uttering, "Song Qingning, what are you going to do?"

Song Qingning did not answer.

He walked up to Liu and, looking down at her, handed her the pastry he was holding.

Previously, Liu refused to accept pastries because she disdained them.

Song Qingning is as lowly as mud, she has no right to give her pastries.

She still didn't answer, because she was afraid.

They were afraid the pastries had been poisoned.

Song Qingning saw everything she thought and feared.

Song Qingning placed the pastries on the ground, suppressing her anger and regaining her usual composure. "Does Mother have anything else to say? If not, I'll be leaving."

Song Qingning left the ancestral hall.

They left the plate of pastries.

The pastries are not poisonous.

Liu wouldn't eat those pastries. She sent them not for Liu to eat, but for another purpose.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Liu was certain that the pastries had been poisoned.

"Song Qingning, this is unfilial, this is matricide."

"Just because I uphold the hierarchy of legitimate and illegitimate children in the Marquis's mansion, you feel unbalanced and harbor such thoughts. Such wickedness and narrow-mindedness will lead to you suffering greatly sooner or later!"

"I'll find a way to get back at you!"

Liu was furious, cursed, and overturned the pastries.

She still believed that Song Qingning's disobedience stemmed from jealousy of how well she treated Yan'er and Tang'er.

What right does she have to be jealous?

But she's gotten too big for her britches!

Now that she has an official position, she will become even more difficult to control.

She originally wanted Song Qingning to give the officer position to Tang'er, but given her selfishness, she probably wouldn't listen to her anymore.

If she doesn't listen, then ruin her!

……

On the third day of Liu's confinement at the ancestral hall, Song Qingyan came down from the roof.

For three days, she endured scorching sun during the day and cool breezes at night, without a drop of water. While on the roof, she fainted several times, and fell ill as soon as she came down.

The doctor came and said I need to rest.

You need to take care of your body, and you need to take care of your skin even more.

Song Qingning did not go to see her.

As soon as Song Qingyan felt a little better, she couldn't wait to find Song Qingning.

She wore a veiled hat and a white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress).

Song Qingning wore a red dress today.

It wasn't the one used to save Princess Yu, but seeing that splash of red, Song Qingyan was furious and questioned her, "Prince Yun clearly didn't give you a token, why didn't you tell me?"

"I told you."

She said no, but Song Qingyan didn't believe her.

"You..." Song Qingyan choked.

She still blamed Song Qingning, saying, "If you didn't have it, you shouldn't have given it to me."

"If I don't give it to you, you'll blame me for keeping it from you. That's because you trusted Prince Yun too much. Prince Yun tricked you. If your cousin wants to question someone, she should question Prince Yun instead," Song Qingning said.

Song Qingyan dared not question Xie Yunli.

She stared at Song Qingning.

These past few days, the Prince Yu's residence has not come to see Song Qingning, nor has it sent any gifts of thanks. It seems they do not know that the person who saved Princess Yu was Song Qingning.

Song Qingyan finally felt a little better.

"Where are the paintings you've been working on lately? Give them to me!" That was her real purpose in coming to find Song Qingning.

Her identity as her savior was exposed, which greatly damaged her image in Xie Yunli's eyes.

Fortunately, Xie Yunli was infatuated with Mingyue Xian.

She still holds a trump card: she wants to salvage her damaged image.

"I didn't draw it," Song Qingning said.

"Didn't you draw? Song Qingning, do you dare to slack off? Or are you going to disobey me?" Song Qingyan was about to get angry, but then she realized that Song Qingning still had a great role to play.

Liu was confined to her home, and no one helped her.

She could only rely on Song Qingning, using her painting to plot Mingyue Xian's identity.

She needs to obtain the identity of Mingyue Xian before the results of the imperial examination are announced, in order to change Yun Shizi's opinion of her.

Prince Yun would never watch Mingyue Xian, whom he is so infatuated with, marry someone like Jiang Sheng!

Song Qingyan softened her tone, "Fine, I forgive you for slacking off before, but from today onwards, you'd better draw properly and submit more to me."

Song Qingyan was certain that Song Qingning would not dare to disobey her.

This time, she didn't set a deadline for Song Qingning to submit the painting. Her face was sunburned, red, and peeling, and she needed to recover before she could be seen in public.

It will take at least a month to recover.

Song Qingning had no intention of painting again, nor did she want Song Qingyan to recover her face easily.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingyan's face was still almost the same as when she came down from the roof. The sunburn on her face had not faded much, and the blood vessels on her face looked hideous.

When Song Qingyan looked in the mirror and saw her horrifying reflection, she became so angry that she smashed and destroyed things.

The news reached Jinxiu Pavilion.

"The young lady was smashing things and scolding the servants in the courtyard, demanding to know if someone had tampered with her medicine."

Hongling brought the news.

The maid that Song Qingning recently bought.