On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang was silent and let go.

She wants to know the reason behind this.

Her father wouldn't tell her, so she would check it out herself.

Who is Zhou Si'ai, and why did his father cut off their relationship in this way?

However, his father still didn't understand Zhou Si'ai, so his trick was useless.

Seeing that Song Tang remained silent, Zhou Jiashu asked suspiciously, "Aren't you angry?"

According to Song Tang's temper, he should be beaten up.

But after thinking about it, he understood again and sneered: "That's right. If you want to overturn your father's case, you can only ask me."

Zhou Jiashu used to at least pretend, but now he has completely revealed his true colors.

Song Tang sneered calmly.

Not angry? Why do you think you are lying here?

Thinking of his father's instructions, Song Tang just wanted to find the remaining half of the contract quickly.

But Zhou Jiashu is unreliable, and she will not completely listen to Song Tingxiao's arrangements.

Taking over the Zhou family was Zhou Jiashu's goal, not hers.

"Song Tang!" Xu Wanli came in angrily, followed by two maids who were tall and thick.

"Take her away and kneel in the mourning hall! Let everyone take a good look at the virtue of this prostitute!"

Zhou Jiashu frowned, but he knew that Song Tang was hard-boned and would break her back to make her obedient.

Women can't be spoiled.

In the past, he was still too polite.

Zhou Jiashu closed his eyes and allowed the two maids to come forward and tear Song Tang apart.

The two maids should have been informed in advance, so they pulled Song Tang's collar with their hands.

When the time comes, her clothes will be disheveled, her hair is down, and she will kneel down in front of the mourning hall. No matter how high her head is, she will have to lower her head!

Song Tang glanced at Zhou Jiashu, who was pretending to be dead, and was escorted to the mourning hall by two maids without resisting.

Xu Wanli was afraid that she would cause trouble, so she clenched the scissors in her sleeves, thinking that if Song Tang dared to resist, she would slash her face with the scissors!

When they arrived at Shoukangyuan, before entering the mourning hall, Xu Wanli received a call from Zhou Jiashu.

Zhou Jiashu: "Did she kneel down?"

Xu Wanli: "How dare she not kneel down!"

Zhou Jiashu said in surprise: "She didn't make trouble?"

Xu Wanli also felt that something was wrong, and stared at Song Tang who was being escorted by the maid suspiciously: "No trouble. After being seen by so many people, she must have resigned herself to her fate."

Zhou Jiashu felt something was wrong: "There are few people in the mourning hall now, so asking her to kneel will have no effect. First, lock her in the ancestral hall and only give her a bowl of water every day. On the day of the funeral, let her kneel and admit her mistake in front of the guests."

Xu Wanli felt that her son had changed and became more thoughtful.

She didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was a good idea.

The funeral was held three days later, and Song Tang was only fed with water. Song Tang was so hungry that he had no strength, and he was not afraid of her tricks.

Xu Wanli said: "Okay, I'll let her go to the ancestral hall."

Zhou Jiashu hung up the phone and sneered.

Song Tingxiao, this idiot, actually gave his daughter to him to cooperate with him.

He doesn't even have freedom in prison now. Isn't Song Tang at his mercy?

Outside Zhou Jiashu's bedroom, Li Daozhong was standing with his eyes closed.

Like a lifeless human specimen.

Song Tang was escorted to the ancestral hall by the maid.

Knowing that Song Tang would definitely not kneel down, Xu Wanli only asked the maid to lock the door of the ancestral hall.

"And the windows are all sealed, so there can't be any chance for her to escape! You two just stay here and watch her!"

"Yes, ma'am."

There are no lights in the ancestral hall, and the altar is filled with ancestral tablets of the Zhou family.

A long candle is lit in front of each ranking.

The candles used by the Zhou family are not ordinary candles. The candles here are specially made and can be burned for a year.

However, it was so white that the layers of candles were stacked on top of each other. The flickering light reflected on the memorial tablet of the deceased was strange and permeating.

If you are timid and come in, you will probably be so scared that your legs will become weak. Song Tang is not afraid, she even feels a bit lost in time as she revisits her old place.

The floor of the Zhou family ancestral hall is paved with bluestone bricks, and there are seams on each brick.

When Song Tang was thirteen years old, she knelt on a bluestone brick for three days, picking at the seams in the brick.

Mr. Zhou pretended to be benevolent and kind to Song Tang on the surface, and basically would not punish her.

Song Tang knelt in the ancestral hall because that year she pushed Zhou Sizhen into the frozen artificial lake and was punished.

But it was only for three days.

This bluestone brick made Zhou Sihao kneel more than she did.

Zhou Sizhen is a rebellious person by nature. He always goes against the old man and behaves absurdly. He is a frequent visitor to the ancestral hall.

But he is not as honest as Song Tang. He does not kneel, he always sits on the altar and plays with the candles burning the ancestor's tablets.

It has a good name: This is called the green smoke coming out of the ancestral grave.

Zhou Jiashu is different from them. He is the treasure of the Zhou family and has never entered the ancestral hall since he was born.

After Song Tang recalled briefly, he raised his head and looked at the beams on the ancestral hall.

She won't stay here for three days.

Song Tang lowered his eyes and was about to run up the roof beam when he suddenly heard a rustling sound somewhere.

Are there mice?

Zhou's residence is a mansion, and it costs millions every year just to hire a perfumer, let alone basic rodent and insect control.

There will be no mice in Zhou House.

But no matter what, it's not worth Song Tang's attention.

She took a run first, then jumped up and climbed onto the beam by jumping on the pillar.

"Gudong!" There was a sound of something rolling down on the bluestone.

Song Tang squatted on the beam and frowned, then watched helplessly as an empty milk bottle rolled on the bluestone floor where she was kneeling, and finally stopped.

Song Tang: "..."

Baby bottle?

The last thing the Zhou family should do is have a baby bottle.

The Zhou family had no children, and servants' children were not allowed to be raised in the Zhou family.

But there was still milk left in the bottle, which had obviously been drunk by a child.

Song Tang jumped down from the beam again.

His body sank slightly, Song Tang landed with the most cushioned body.

She picked up the bottle from the ground, and the handle was still warm.

Song Tang looked at the altar table covered with tablecloth.

He stepped forward and half knelt on one knee, reaching out to lift up the tablecloth.

"..."

A few seconds later, Song Tang took out a bigger baby from under the altar table.

Weighing it, it weighs about ten kilograms and looks less than a year old.

There is not much flesh on the body, but the face is plump. Now he is sleeping, his face is red, he is slurping milk and spitting bubbles.

Whose child has forgotten the Zhou family ancestral hall?

Song Tang glanced at the door of the ancestral hall.

The two maids can't be counted on either.

Song Tang simply took off his coat and used it to make a simple backpack. Then he tied the baby to his chest and climbed up the rafter again.

Standing on the beam, Song Tang pushed away a few tiles.

A window was exposed on the roof, and the moonlight shone in from the outside.

The ancestral hall originally had no skylight, but this window was opened by Zhou Sihua and disguised as being covered with blue tiles.

Song Tang got out of the skylight and returned to his room in Huanxi Garden with the baby in his arms.

Because the locks had been changed, Xu Wanli couldn't get in, and nothing in her room had been touched.

Song Tang put the baby into the quilt, and then went to take a comfortable bath.

At this time, Xu Wanli and Zhou Jiashu, separated by a wall, thought she was kneeling in the ancestral hall in pain.