Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 33 Mysterious Woman (Vote Request)
It was almost noon, and the dark clouds had dispersed. The late June wind, carrying gusts of damp heat, rustled the study windows, making them creak. Summer cicadas shrieked in the treetops, mocking him. Sometimes the cicadas' chirping faded when birds flew in, and the wind swept through the treetops, swaying the emerald green canopy lazily.

Song Hongtao looked out the window and felt that his head was just like the leaf.

Green, very refreshing feeling.

In the past, people used a green scarf to represent a lowly occupation, which later evolved into a mockery of a thin curtain. Therefore, there is a saying of green hat in this world.

The seeds of doubt had been planted in Song Hongtao's heart and began to grow wildly.

Looking at that dark face so close at hand, Song Yan felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction in his heart.

Look, that's the woman you've always doted on. She killed your three illegitimate sons and three illegitimate daughters, and you even took great pains to raise your adulterer's son.

This kind of mood must be wonderful.

He knew the time had come, so he pursed his lips and said, "Father, I have something else to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not..."

Butler Wang sighed softly, the Ninth Young Master's attack was still going on... After all, whether or not to say this, the content that followed was usually not very good.

"Tell me!" Song Hongtao looked at Song Yan, and for the first time there was no doubt in his eyes.

This is definitely his biological son, no matter who you are, you cannot doubt him.

Song Yan cleared his throat and said, "Then let me tell you this, Father, you know that I am only a bastard's son, and was even married off as a son-in-law. The title of Duke and the position of head of the family will never fall on me no matter what."

"I just don't know who my father is going to make the crown prince?"

Generally speaking, the eldest son inherits the family business, but there are exceptions, such as when the eldest son makes a serious mistake, the parents favor him, or other eldest sons are particularly capable.

"I trust the eldest lady very much." Song Yan emphasized again, and every emphasis was like a knife stabbing into Yang's heart.

"But since this rumor has come out, my father has no choice but to consider the worst."

"If, I mean if, Father, please don't take it seriously."

"If what Granny Liang said is true, and Fifth Brother is indeed the illegitimate offspring of the Yang family, and you made him the Crown Prince, then, quite disrespectfully, a hundred years after you, the Dukedom that our ancestors earned by sacrificing their lives on the battlefield, will his surname be Song or Yang?"

For noble families, inheritance is of the utmost importance.

When these words were spoken, Song Hongtao was shocked, and even Butler Wang's pupils were shocked.

Looking at the expressions of the two people, Song Yan knew that his speculation was very likely to be true.

Thinking of this, Song Yan spoke again: "Could it be..."

Song Hongtao let out a long sigh, "That's right, Yang Miaoqing has advised me more than once to make Song Zhen the crown prince."

Yang Miaoqing is Yang's real name.

As for the reason for making Song Zhen the crown prince, it was because the other brothers were all very capable and had great prospects even without the title of crown prince, but Song Zhen was not like that. Only the title of Duke could ensure Song Zhen's wealth and honor for a lifetime.

For Yang, incompetence seems to have become an advantage.

But is it really just like that?

If we follow what Song Yan said and think about everything in the worst possible way, Song Zhen is a descendant of the Yang family, and has become the crown prince under the instigation of the Yang family. Once Song Hongtao passes away, the Song Mansion will really become the Yang Mansion.

The family’s century-long glory is about to fall into the hands of others.

The reason why Song Zhen was trained to be naughty and mediocre is probably because he thought it would be easier to control him in the future?

Not only Yang Miaoqing, but Song Jincheng has also said many times that Song Zhe has great potential and may be able to restore the glory of the Song family.

Damn.

Everyone is eyeing my title.

If the Yang family wasn't so powerful, and if Yang Miaoqing didn't have a sister who was a royal concubine, this bitch would have been thrown into a pig cage!

As for Butler Wang, no one knew what he was thinking about. A dense layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole face was gray, as if he were dead.

Song Yan's voice tore through the silence at the scene: "Father, don't let the eldest lady know about these things, otherwise, I'm afraid..."

Song Hongtao came back to his senses. Although he was extremely angry and almost about to go berserk, he calmed down a little when he saw Song Yan, and there was even some gratitude in his eyes.

Thanks to Song Yan.

He is such a filial and good son, otherwise I would have become a sinner of the Song family.

I knew I had been very harsh to him before, but thinking about it this way, I felt even more touched.

"Of course I know that. Oh, by the way, don't do what I told you to do for now." Song Hongtao weighed his words carefully. "As for Mrs. Liang and the others, I don't want any messy things to get out."

He originally thought that he and the Yang family had a cooperative relationship, but since the other party intended to cut off the source of his funds, he would not sit idly by and wait for death.

His expression gradually regained its composure. Though he was furious, Song Hongtao knew now was not the time to lose control. He had to carefully plan many things, otherwise, given the current state of the Duke's Mansion, he might not see the sunrise for many more times. As he spoke, he heard some noise outside.

It was the sound of slightly chaotic footsteps.

In the Duke's Mansion, one can directly enter the study without reporting, so the identity of the visitor is also clear.

Yang Miaoqing!
The eldest lady of the Duke's Mansion.

The mistress of the Song family.

According to the rules of this world, even Song Yan would have to call her his legal mother when he saw her.

Yang Miaoqing was already over forty years old, but she lived a wealthy life and took good care of herself. At first glance, time had not left many traces on her face. She was wearing a purple skirt and had a graceful figure. She had a pair of watery almond eyes and still had some charm.

There were three more people right behind Yang Miaoqing.

But it was Yang Zhen... Oh no, it was Song Zhen.

Song Dynasty Law.

There is also a woman.

Song Zhen and Song Lu were young and did not have such a good character. They just saw a hint of ferocity flash across the depths of Song Yan's eyes.

Especially Song Zhen, he had already clenched his fists, but the woman next to him gave Song Zhen a sidelong look, and Song Zhen immediately lost his temper.

This performance made Song Yan look at the woman twice more. The woman was wearing a light-colored dress. She was not too pretty, but she was dignified and graceful, with a graceful and intellectual beauty.

He is in his twenties, a little older than Song Yan.

Noticing Song Yan's gaze, he nodded at Song Yan.

Song Yun is not here... What a pity, otherwise I would really like to see what his expression would be like without his fiancée Song Yun.

The person who comes has bad intentions... This is what Song Yan thought. Song Zhen was so angry that he vomited blood, Song Yun lost his fiancée, and insulted Yang Miaoqing in front of Song Lu, bringing shame to the whole Songzhou Prefecture. With Yang Miaoqing's personality, I'm afraid she would order her servants to drag him out and beat him to death on the spot?

Fortunately, we were well prepared and called my sister-in-law and Taoist Master Yu Shuang, as well as dozens of guards, so we were not afraid even if a real fight broke out.

As Song Yan was thinking this, he saw Yang Miaoqing glance at him first, then took a deep breath. The sternness on her face gradually dissipated, and she was suddenly filled with a gentle smile. Without waiting for Song Yan to greet her, she quickly walked over and warmly held Song Yan's hands in her palms, like a gentle and kind mother: "How have you been in the Luo family these days, Yan'er?"

"Look, you've lost weight."

"I'm so heartbroken."

"Why are your clothes so thin?"

"Could it be that Luo Yuheng is deliberately torturing you? Just wait, I will definitely not let Luo Yuheng go."

hiss!
Song Yan shuddered.

what is this?
Even with Song Yan's temperament, he found it difficult to digest this shock for a while.

When instructing Zhang Xiaoshan to do such a thing, Song Yan had already classified Yang as someone not worth mentioning in his mind. Who could have thought that Yang's attitude would change so drastically now.

Could it be that Yang Miaoqing has been possessed by someone else?

Something is wrong, 12 out of 10 things are wrong.

However, an actor still has some self-cultivation. With just a slight frown between his brows, Song Yan quickly adjusted his attitude and put on a smile again: "My child is fine. I don't dare to trouble my mother to worry. I am so embarrassed."

The scene was like a loving mother and a filial son.

Both of them have great acting talent, and even though they want to strangle each other to death, neither of them shows it.

After a long while, the greetings finally ended, and Song Yan looked at Song Zhen and Song Lu: "Fifth brother, eighth brother..."

Song Lu had adjusted his mentality and even patted Song Yan's shoulder with a smile, as if they were very intimate. Only when he noticed that Song Yan was staring at his nose did a trace of annoyance appear on his face. He probably thought of the feeling of having his nose bent by Song Yan before.

Song Zhen's eyes were fierce, but after being secretly glanced at by the woman, he calmed down again, but his face was distorted.

This behavior made Song Yan even more curious about this woman.

He then began to speak: "I wonder if this girl..."

The woman smiled softly at Song Yan, then took two steps forward and bowed gracefully: "My name is Yang Siyao, and I am honored to meet the Ninth Young Master."

The sound is soft and velvety, like silk wrapped in clouds, and when the tail tone rises slightly, it is like sugar threads gently pulled out in the air, forming a sticky arc. It is also like the evening breeze of the Jiangnan plum rain season, moist and soft, with the lingering rhythm of the Wu dialect.

It is hard to imagine how such an ordinary-looking woman could have such a moving and melodious voice.

There was no wind at this time, but there seemed to be a special fragrance in the hazy air, floating lightly into the nostrils.

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