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

Chapter 30 Sneaky
Song Lingyi pondered for a moment and sighed, "I have said everything I want to say. If Mr. Lu has nothing else to say, I will take my father away."

Lu Jing snorted coldly: "Please do as you please."

When he left Qiushui Pavilion, Mr. Song had changed into decent clothes and was waiting outside the door. He also heard some of the quarrel inside. He thought that his youngest daughter still resented him and went to Lu Jing to seek revenge on him, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding. His old face couldn't help but blush.

Song Lingyi opened the door

At a glance, I saw Mr. Song, who looked a little helpless in the corridor. It seemed that he had not yet figured out how to face his daughter.

Should he thank her for coming? But he thought from the bottom of his heart that this was just the duty of a child. Could he really just stand by and watch him get his hands chopped off?

But if he didn't express anything, it would seem that he was unkind. Besides, his youngest daughter would enter the palace as a female official in the future. If he didn't build a closer relationship with her, he was afraid that she would become cruel and not help the family in the future.

Song Lingyi can see through her father's thoughts with just one glance

Forget it. How could I expect Mr. Song to be more careful in his old age? He said calmly, "The carriage is at the door."

Mr. Song swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and silently followed her out of Hesi Tower.

Ever since being locked up in the dark room, Mr. Song felt like his days were passing by like years. It was not until he basked in the warm sunshine that he finally felt alive again.

He spread his arms and smiled from ear to ear, "Oh my, it finally came out!"

Ah Zhu was waiting beside the carriage, originally looking a little anxious, but after seeing that Master Song and Song Lingyi had both come out safely, he relaxed and bowed, saying, "Master, Fifth Miss, get in the carriage and go back home."

Mr. Song patted Azhu's shoulder, lifted his clothes and strode into the carriage, with Song Lingyi following closely behind.

On the way back home, the carriage was shaking

Song Lingyi had been closing her eyes to rest, but the gaze beside her was hard to ignore. "Father, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

Mr. Song cleared his throat and spoke in an elder's tone: "Lele has grown up, and it's time for you to be sensible. There are many people in Chang'an who want to make friends with you, but you have to be careful when judging people! Look at that guy surnamed Lu, so what if he is rich? To put it bluntly, he is just a businessman. People like him will never achieve anything in their lives..."

Song Lingyi slowly opened her eyes, her eyes clear, "Then father, why don't you tell me what it means to have a promising future?"

The words that Mr. Song wanted to teach subconsciously froze on his lips. He knew in his heart that his youngest daughter looked down on him and thought that he was living off his ancestors' wealth, was uneducated, and wasting his life.

This question was undoubtedly a trap for him, so he changed the subject and began to ramble on: "Liao Liao, father still loves you very much. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism. There were some things in the past that were caused by father's confusion..."

Song Lingyi just looked at him calmly, "People say that parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. But father, my daughter will enter the palace next month. If rumors spread at this critical moment that you cheated and had your hands chopped off, it will be very difficult for me to stay in the palace."

Mr. Song pursed his lips, his eyes full of emotion, which finally turned into one sentence: "I raised you to this age, and I never gave you anything to eat or clothes to wear. Isn't that good enough for you?"

Ah……

Is this a universal formula? It can be used in any situation.
Love is the subconscious longing, the heartache, the guilt, the constant feeling of being indebted, but it is not the phrase 'am I not good enough for you'.

Song Lingyi's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a while, she sighed and closed her eyes, "Father, you should think carefully about how to explain to the Madam when you return."

"..."

Forget it, there is no point in talking if we don’t agree.

Mr. Song turned his head and looked out the window. …………

As if it was the ominous prelude of gongs and drums in a play, a continuous sound of breaking porcelain could be heard in the hall of the Song residence, occasionally with the muffled sound of gold breaking.

"Get out of here!"

Snapped--

With an angry shout, a green-glazed teacup flew out of the hall and hit the bluestone slabs in the yard.

Mrs. Song held her chest in pain and pointed at Mr. Song and cursed: "You are a heartless thing. You left your whole family behind and went to Suochunlou to have fun. You are so capable, why did you come back? You are capable of cheating and doing other things. You have read so much books that you have lost everything!"

The eyes of the whole family fell on Master Song, and even Zhou Xiaoniang looked on coldly in a rare gesture.

Mr. Song, who should have been mortified, turned pale and blue, and finally slammed the table, "What are you talking about?! I said I didn't cheat, it was that Lu who wronged me. You don't even believe what your husband said! Besides, what's wrong with a man being a little romantic? What man doesn't like beautiful women?"

When the facts are in your favor, emphasize the facts; when the rules are in your favor, emphasize the rules; when both the facts and the rules are unfavorable, bang the table and make unreasonable demands.

The anger that had been vented once again rolled over in her heart, and the suppressed malice gradually rose. Mrs. Song rolled her eyes and fainted immediately.

Fortunately, Song Zhirou was quick to catch the person so that he would not fall and get hurt.

The incident happened suddenly, and the house was in chaos in an instant.
"Oh my, what happened to you, madam? You have to hold on!" Zhou Xiaoniang exclaimed, but her eyes showed a hint of gloating.

"Hurry, hurry, go get the doctor!" Song Xianglan ran out of the hall and told Azhu to go get the doctor.

Ah Zhu didn't dare to delay and rushed out the door
Mr. Song was unreliable and failed to lift the woman up after several attempts. It was then that a few servants hurriedly carried Madam Song into the house.

After examining her, the doctor prescribed some medicine and said that Mrs. Song fainted because of her old age and anger.

Mr. Song still had some conscience. He reluctantly took out his hidden private money and bought some supplements for Madam Song to nourish her body in exchange for peace at home.

The noise lasted until nightfall.

Today, Song Lingwan stayed in Zhao Xiaoniang's room. Song Lingyi tossed and turned in bed for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. The deeper the night got, the more obvious the soreness in her abdomen became. She finally couldn't stand it anymore and got up at night.

It was dark under the eaves, and no one was around. She held a candle and went to the toilet. When she passed by her elder sister Song Zhirou's room, she found that her door was ajar. However, Song Lingyi did not think much about it, but curled her lips and walked forward decisively.

When she came out of the toilet, a dark shadow flashed in front of her, and Song Lingyi was so scared that she took a half step back, covering her lips and keeping silent.

As a staunch materialist fighter, there are no ghosts or gods in this world!
Song Lingyi hesitated for only a moment, found a thick stick from the wall of the toilet, and bravely walked in the direction where the shadow flashed.

When they reached the fork in the road, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind. Song Lingyi was so startled that she turned around abruptly, holding the candle high to her chest with one hand and pretending to swing a stick with the other hand, "Who!"

The limited light from the candle was enough to illuminate the other person's slightly pale facial features.

It's the eldest sister
The two sisters stood a few steps apart and stared at each other for a long time.
Song Lingyi looked at the purse of familiar material in her hand and the exquisite mahogany box as big as a washbasin, and roughly understood what Song Zhirou was doing.

I thought my elder sister came back home for a short stay because she missed her family, but it turned out that she was planning to get a reward from the government.

But Mr. Pang’s family is not poor, so why did the eldest sister steal the key to enter the warehouse?

(End of this chapter)