I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

Inside the ancestral hall, incense burns continuously, a testament to the Song family's hopes for a prosperous and enduring future!

But seeing the Song family elders who were protecting Song Qian just a second ago suddenly change their expressions the next, Xiu'er, who was in the middle of it, suddenly felt that the Song family's life wouldn't last long.

She felt sad for her young mistress; how pitiful!

Miss Ming is so good to them; all the food, clothing, and daily necessities they have are earned by Miss Ming through hard work.

The prostitutes were their bread and butter, but now they're selling them out for profit.

Xiuer wanted to cry, to cry for her young mistress.

"Xiuer, did you see that?"

Song Qian's expression remained unchanged, as did her gaze.

"What?"

Xiuer asked, puzzled.

What do you think they resemble?

"Like what?"

"A jackal! A jackal that eats people without spitting out the bones!"

Upon hearing this, the ancestral hall erupted in chaos once more. The uncles and aunts pointed fingers at Song Qian, their faces contorted with rage and their words vicious:

"You little brat, we are your elders, your own uncles and aunts. How dare you call us wolves?"

"Third brother is right, you are an unfilial descendant! How did our Song family produce such an unfilial descendant!"

"Third brother, what do you suggest we do? Should we just tie him up and take him to the Third Prince's residence?"

Seeing that he had used a little trick to make Song Qian desert everyone and stand on the opposite side of everyone, the third brother, Song Chengce, was extremely proud.

He didn't make a decision immediately, but instead cupped his hands and looked at the second son, Song Chengmo, saying:

"Second brother, with eldest brother gone, you're the most senior person in our household. How you deal with this unfilial descendant is entirely up to you!"

The third brother had his own ulterior motives in giving the decision-making power to the second brother.

The eldest brother has been traveling around for years. I heard he went up the mountain to become a Taoist priest, learned martial arts, and his skill level is quite high. He has made a name for himself in the south.

In case the eldest son comes back one day and sees his own daughter being bullied, he can stay out of it.

Because the decision wasn't made by him, but by the second brother, the eldest brother would seek revenge from the second brother.

Seeing that the third brother was letting him make the final decision, the second brother, Song Chengmo, thought to himself, "The sun has risen in the west!"

Because normally, the third brother didn't take him, his older brother, seriously, and would bypass him in many things, or even not tell him.

He's not used to being given the decision-making power so suddenly.

However, he accepted it calmly, after all, who wouldn't want to act like the eldest brother in front of their younger brothers and sisters-in-law?

"That's right, Second Brother. With Eldest Brother gone, you're the most important person in our household."

"Our father is so sick again; he's been delirious for years."

"How to deal with this unfilial descendant of the eldest son is up to you."

"If you ask me, we should just kidnap them and send them a few boxes of gold and silver jewelry as an apology."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The others quickly echoed, wanting to sacrifice Song Qian as soon as possible to avoid trouble, otherwise their good days would be over.

The second son, Song Chengmo, nodded, agreeing that it made sense.

Just as he was about to make a decision, he suddenly couldn't speak and looked troubled.

Someone got anxious and said, "Second brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and make a decision. Sending Song Qian there as soon as possible will allow us to continue the Song family's wealth. If we delay, the Song family will be finished, and His Highness the Third Prince will not be happy either."

"I've heard that none of these princes are any good. If we send them too late, they won't want them anymore, and they might even punish our Song family!"

"Offending the prince could cost the entire Song family their heads!"

The second son, Song Chengmo, certainly knew that making a decision sooner would be better for the Song family, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it.

As time went on, everyone grew impatient.

"Ugh!"

With a heavy sigh, the second son, Song Chengmo, turned around and sat down on a chair placed on either side of the ancestral hall.

"Second brother!!"

Some people are getting really anxious.

"Don't pressure him. Even if you put a knife to his throat right now, he still won't make this decision."

"Am I right, Second Uncle?"

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Song Qian who was speaking.

Song Qian deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and it was unclear what she meant.

Song Chengmo's face was grim, and he gripped the chair handles tightly with both hands.

The crowd swarmed around him, bombarding him with questions, and Song Chengmo was almost drowned in their chatter.

Only the second brother, Song Chengce, seemed to understand. He approached Song Qian, squinted, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Qian smiled and beckoned to Xiuer to bring her a chair to sit down.

If Song Chengmo can sit, so can she; she is more qualified than anyone else to sit in the ancestral hall.

Xiuer did as she was told, bringing over a chair. After Song Qian sat down, she gently patted her skirt, as if she hadn't heard Song Chengce's question and didn't even glance at him.

Today's ancestral hall incident was entirely Song Chengce's doing; the second son, Song Chengmo, was merely a scapegoat.

Seeing Song Qian putting on an act in front of him, the third brother, Song Chengce, looked ugly and glared at him, shouting, "Song Qian, don't think that just because you've done a lot for the Song family over the years, I'm your elder. Even if I beat you to death, no outsiders will say anything."

Song Qian then looked up at Song Chengce, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Kill me? Uncle, would you dare!"

Enraged, Song Cheng immediately raised his arm to slap Song Qian's face.

When Xiuer saw this, she quickly stretched out her arm and used her delicate body to shield Song Qian.

If you're going to hit a prostitute, hit her first!

The raised arm ultimately did not fall.

Song Chengce pointed at the two of them and said angrily:

"What a strong-willed master, what a loyal servant! In that case, let's all go to the Third Prince's residence."

"The Prince's residence is no good place. If your master and servants are beaten to death one day, no one will even come to collect your bodies!"

After making those harsh words, Song Chengce walked straight toward the second brother, Song Chengmo, and rudely pushed aside the crowd surrounding Song Chengmo, causing a commotion.

Grabbing Song Chengmo's collar with both hands, Song Chengce lifted him off the chair, not caring whether Song Chengmo was his second brother or not, and roared, "What's wrong? Why are you hesitating to make a decision? Are you hiding something from me?"

Song Chengmo did not resist at all, letting Song Chengce grab his collar, like a puppet on strings, without saying a word, only with a defeated expression on his face.

Song Chengce panicked completely, shaking Song Chengmo violently and spitting in his face. "Speak! Speak! Or I'll kill you! Second brother, you know me, I dare to kill anyone, including you!"

Song Chengmo remained silent, his eyes lifeless.

"I already told you, don't pressure him."

Song Qian's soft voice drifted over, her posture casual, yet her eyes held a victor's smile. "Because the Third Prince, whom you all call the savior of the Song family, is utterly unworthy of my favor."

"How dare a dead man force me to be his concubine? Hahaha..."

After saying that, Song Qian laughed.

He was laughing so hard he was almost maniacal, and his shoulders were shaking.

Everyone swore that this was the first time they had ever seen Song Qian so crazy.

Over the years, Song Qian has had two faces.

A decisive and efficient businesswoman.

A picture of a well-behaved and sensible daughter of the Song family.

The third set of photos frightened them, and they involuntarily stepped back.

Perhaps, this third version is Song Qian's true nature!

"What?! The Third Prince is dead?!"

Song Chengce stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

After a brief moment of shock, Song Chengce muttered to himself, "It's alright, it's alright. If he dies, he dies. Even if there's no Third Prince, there's still the Fourth Prince and the Fifth Prince..."

"Even though Song Qiansheng is so beautiful, they still find her attractive!"

"He's gone mad! He's willing to sacrifice his own niece for his own sake and for his family, no matter who she marries. Song Chengce is truly insane..." Xiu'er cursed inwardly.

Song Qian also thought Song Chengce had gone mad. "Third Uncle's idea is good, but I'm afraid they won't dare to force me to be their concubine."

Song Chengce loosened Song Chengmo's collar and walked over again. "Dare not? What wouldn't they dare to do?"

"Who do you think you are? You're just a merchant's daughter. Being a concubine is an honor for you."

If his daughter weren't less beautiful than Song Qian, Song Chengce would have loved to send her to the prince as a concubine. He would have been so happy to send her as a maid that he couldn't sleep.

Princes and merchants are worlds apart, like heaven and earth.

By climbing the social ladder by associating with the prince, the Song family will only prosper.

"They said they wouldn't dare, but they just didn't dare, because they're all afraid of dying!"

Upon hearing this, Song Chengce frowned, utterly puzzled.

What does this have to do with being afraid of death?

He forcibly took Song Qian as his concubine.

The princes could die?

However, Song Chengce suddenly remembered something, grabbed Song Chengmo by the collar again, lifted him up from the chair, and asked urgently, "How did the Third Prince die?"

Song Chengmo's face was contorted with pain. "He was murdered!"

"Who? Who dares to kill a prince? They must have a death wish!" Song Chengce clearly didn't believe it.

"Your Highness!"

Upon hearing these three words, Song Chengce's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't help but stagger two steps.

The Third Prince was killed by the First Prince, and the First Prince has returned to the capital?!

No wonder, no wonder Song Qian was so fearless!

impossible!

The next moment, Song Chengce's pupils flashed violently, and he exclaimed in his heart that it was impossible.

Who is the eldest prince? Why would he kill the third prince for Song Qian?

The Third Prince is the First Prince's younger brother.

What virtue or ability did Song Qian possess to make the eldest prince kill his own brothers?

Therefore, it's impossible, absolutely impossible!

Seeing that it was about time, Song Qian didn't want to continue playing along with these people.

She slowly stood up from the chair, patted her skirt, and said:

"Excellent, today was truly a good show!"

"My second and third uncles want to seize power, and they're willing to kidnap me and send me away!"

"What a pity, none of the princes dared to take me!"

"The other uncles were no less ruthless. If it weren't for what happened today, they wouldn't have revealed their wolfish nature. Oh, and there were also the aunts!"

After being swept by Song Qian's gaze, everyone quickly averted their eyes and lowered their heads in shame.

Actually, you can't blame them; they were doing it for the Song family!

Sacrificing Song Qian for the future wealth and prosperity of the Song family—anyone would choose to sacrifice Song Qian.

"Alright, I've played with you for so long, my niece is very tired, let's call it a day."

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, your attempt to seize power is unforgivable. You are here to drink poison and depart this world!"

"As for the other uncles and aunts, although they don't deserve to die, they can retire to their country estates in the future. There's no need for them to come to the capital again."

Upon hearing this, Song Chengce clutched his stomach and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

He pointed at Song Qian and said, "Niece, don't you understand the situation? Everyone here, inside and out, is my man."

"To offer poisoned wine? What a joke!"

"Guards, beat this unfilial son to death with a stick!"

"yes!"

Leader Liu clasped his hands in a fist salute and immediately stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, a sharp clang was heard from behind, the sound of a long sword being drawn sent chills down Liu's spine.

Just as Leader Liu was about to make another move, several cold blades were simultaneously pressed against his neck from behind...