I dress up as a poor noblewoman, and I bring my whole family home with my literary talent.

Chapter 14 Leaving Beijing
The noise in the hall alarmed other people in the Song Mansion.
The three sisters arrived one after another

Song Lingwan cried and rushed forward to grab the cane in Master Song's hand. There was even Song Lingyi's blood on it: "Daddy... Daddy, stop it! Fifth sister is still young. What did she do wrong that you have to beat her like this!"

Zhao Xiaoniang pulled Song Lingwan away with great force, speaking harshly and viciously: "Go away quickly, this bitch has learned to seduce people at such a young age, and has ruined the reputation of the Song family. Even if your father beats her to death, it will be to rid the Song family of harm!"

Song Lingwan was extremely surprised, with two drops of tears hanging on her cheeks. I felt pity for her, "Dad, is there any misunderstanding? I live with my fifth sister day and night, she really doesn't have any..."

Mrs. Song added fuel to the fire, wishing that Mr. Song would beat to death the debt collector who had brought disgrace to the family, so that the family would have one less set of bowls and chopsticks and less expenses.

Zhou Xiaoniang pulled Song Changling to sit aside and watch the show coldly.

Song Xianglan was guilty and afraid that Song Lingyi would drag her into the matter in order to protect himself and expose her secret dealings with others. She didn't want to be beaten to death by her father, so she said nothing and remained a bystander, allowing Master Song to beat Song Lingyi to death without trying to persuade him.

The candlelight in the hall flickered, and the hideous Mr. Song seemed to have transformed into a devil from hell, with the cane in his hand as a death warrant.

Song Lingyi fell to the ground, protecting her head with her hands. Her body was covered with wounds and she was crying in pain. She looked at them with despair and sadness in her eyes.

Seducing someone? Ruining the Song family tradition?

When did she do these things!

Why did Mr. Song beat her without asking any questions?
Why did no one stand up to plead for her except the fourth sister?

He simply felt that her daughter was dispensable, and that she should be grateful for having given birth to her and giving her food to eat. Even if he wanted to take her life without any reason, she deserved it!

Perhaps he was tired of beating him, Master Song swung his cane, sat on the armchair, and roared, "Kneel down!"

Song Lingyi felt so much pain in her body that she didn't want to move at all.

Song Lingwan was afraid that Master Song would attack again, so she hurried to help her up, eyes full of distress, and whispered, "Fifth sister, get up quickly."

Song Lingyi let her help him up, her eyes swept over the guilty Song Xianglan, the cold Zhou Xiaoniang, the vicious Zhao Xiaoniang...

It would be better to be blind!
She had had enough of the Song family, this den of wolves and tigers.
The anger that had been pent up in her heart for months finally exploded at this moment. She didn't care that the Song family would discover her abnormality, or that she would be thrown out of the house or beaten to death after the explosion. She was determined to get justice!
"May I ask, Master Song, where is the evidence?"

Song Lingyi raised her scarlet eyes stubbornly and stared at Master Song. Song Lingwan, who was supporting her, panicked and held her shoulders, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Evidence? You still want evidence?" Master Song's eyes widened in disbelief. "You are such a disgrace. You are so young and so fickle. You have ruined the family tradition. You should be beaten to death!"

She sneered, her eyes sneered: "I ruined the family tradition?"

"Does the Song family still have family traditions?" Song Lingyi threw off the shackles of her fourth sister, staggered to her feet, and almost pointed her finger at him and cursed, "You are arrogant, extravagant, addicted to gambling, and have accomplished nothing, yet you want to accuse me of ruining the family tradition?"

"How many days a month do you go home? I'm afraid you want to drown yourself in the arms of prostitutes!"

Mr. Song was so upset by her rebellious words that his lips trembled with anger and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"Why, Daddy can't listen to the truth? You want your old face, you want your authority, you want to be high and mighty, you want everyone to obey you!"

"You will never have the chance to become an official in your life. Only by controlling the Song family can you taste the power, but what about you? You can only get angry and can't tell right from wrong——"

Snapped--

The fierce palm wind blew over again, making Song Lingyi's head buzz.

Mrs. Song was terrified, and she actually felt that the concubine was right to scold her. She found that the debt collector in front of her had changed a lot. She never resisted when she was beaten before, let alone ripping off Mr. Song's fig leaf in public. "How dare you!" Mr. Song was furious, but he couldn't think of any words to refute.

"I'm presumptuous?" Song Lingyi raised her head slowly, pulling the tear at the corner of her mouth, and laughed at their disgusting faces. "Because I'm a member of the Song family, you can abuse private punishment. Because I'm a girl, you can convict me based on one side of the story! I dare to ask, father, if it was my second or third sister today, would you still do the same?"

"Do you think everyone is as shameless as you?!" Mr. Song roared angrily.

Song Xianglan trembled, fearing that Song Lingyi would reveal her story to others.

Zhao Xiaoniang sneered and mocked, and every word pierced her heart. "How dare a child talk back to his father? He should be beaten to death and thrown out of the house..."

"Young lady!" Song Lingwan has always had a good temper, but this time she couldn't help but shout at Zhao Xiaoniang.

Song Lingyi finally felt the same despair as the original owner before her death.

Mrs. Song glanced at Mr. Song, who was holding his chest in anger, and tried to smooth things over: "Let's stop here tonight. Take the people away." She winked at Azhu.

In the end, Song Lingyi was locked up in the woodshed. Master Song did not allow anyone to visit her and planned to send her to the ancestral home in the countryside to fend for herself the next day.

Song Lingyi curled up on a pile of dry grass. The woodshed was dim, with only a candle that was about to burn out.

In the middle of the night, I don't know whether it was the third or fourth watch, Song Lingwan sneaked in, took an old blanket and a piece of ointment. She touched Song Lingyi's forehead, which was burning hot, and she was at a loss.

Song Lingyi could vaguely hear someone sobbing beside her. She was at a loss, feeling extremely sad. She hated weak crying, which meant admitting defeat and kneeling down to beg for mercy. She was as stubborn as an ox and had a heart of stone.

When she regained consciousness, she had already boarded a horse-drawn carriage heading to her ancestral home in the countryside, and the driver was Azhu.

The carriage left the city gate and bumped along the way.

Song Lingyi tried hard to sit up straight, lifted the curtain and looked outside. The sun was setting in the west, the sky was gloomy, and there were no houses on both sides except for the bamboo forest.

Lifting the car curtain, he said, "Azhu, where is the ancestral home in the countryside?"

Ah Zhu turned her head and saw that the light in the room was dim, which made her look even paler and weaker, like a small flower whose head was bowed by the rain, fair, delicate and beautiful, as clear as autumn water.

"Replying to Fifth Miss, we are at the Shili Ferry, and we will arrive in half an hour." Ah Zhu looked at her with pity, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Fifth Miss shouldn't talk back. In the past, when the master used family rules, even if he was angry, he would forget about it after a few days. The ancestral home in the countryside..."

Before Azhu could finish, Song Lingyi interrupted: "Just because he's angry, does that mean he's right?"

"..."

Her tone was calm, but every word was powerful enough to hit Ah Zhu's heart: "Just because I'm the daughter of the Song family, I can't bear all the unwarranted oppression. I will never admit to anything I haven't done."

"Just wait and see, the Song family will beg me to go back."

Azhu was surprised. In his impression, the fifth girl had been timid for many years. She never refuted when scolded or beaten. She kept her head down all the time and withered before she bloomed.

When did it change?

It seemed like one day three months ago, the fifth girl fell into the water during an outing and became seriously ill. After waking up, she would always secretly ask him about things about the Song family.

It seemed that from then on, the fifth girl became more cheerful. When she called his name, her voice was no longer as soft as a mosquito, but with a bright smile and graceful manners.

(End of this chapter)