On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

The main house of Fuyao Hall.

There were pieces of porcelain all over the floor, some of which still had tea and tea leaves hanging on them.

Several chairs were lying on the ground in a mess.

Hong's hair was slightly disheveled and her face was flushed with anger.

Her chest was heaving violently and her breathing was difficult, as if she was about to faint at any moment.

Even so, her red eyes were still fixed on the beautiful young woman who was kneeling behind Su Qishun with her clothes torn into a mess.

Behind the beautiful woman was Zhao Qingwan, who was kneeling with her head down and sobbing softly.

"What did you promise me? We'll be together forever!!"

"Later, Liang wanted to stuff people into your courtyard, and you cried to me about the dilemma between loyalty and filial piety. I endured the pain and helped you take in a concubine. I gave in step by step, but in the end, you treated me like a fool!!"

"Having concubines in the mansion is not enough. Now you are sending my dowry jewelry to this woman, and also giving her the moonlit gauze that is worth a thousand taels of gold. You are letting this woman wear my jewelry and my clothes to show off in front of me..."

"Su Qishun, ah Su Qishun, you have no heart at all!!"

The grievances that filled my heart seemed to have torn a hole in it.

The moisture in her eyes quickly gathered into large tears, which fell one by one.

The falling tears gradually increased in number and finally formed a line, leaving a winding mark on her face.

"Tong'er, listen to me..."

Su Qishun's heart moved, and he was about to step forward to comfort Hong, when he heard a moan from behind. Su Qishun turned around without hesitation to check.

It turned out that when Qin Qing wanted to kneel down to Su Qishun, his knees accidentally fell on the porcelain fragments.

The piercing pain came over him, and Qin Qing's face turned pale in an instant.

The delicate look of Qin Qing biting her lips to endure the pain made Su Qishun forget where he was. He called out "Qingqing" with heartache, then strode forward and picked up Qin Qing.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Qin Qing's face turned even paler, and he quickly refused, "My Lord, the Madam is still here, this is not appropriate."

While speaking, she looked timidly towards Hong. When she met Hong's eyes, she hid back in Su Qishun's arms as if she had been electrocuted.

People who don’t know would think that Hong had done something unforgivable to her.

Only Mrs. Hong knew that the woman had provoked her in front of her.

Since she came back, she has been intentionally or unintentionally showing off to her how gentle and considerate Su Qishun has been to her over the years, wishing to bring all the best things to her...

"Su Qishun, how dare you!!"

Hong was furious and took two steps forward to pull away Su Qishun's hand that was holding Qin Qing.

The person who used to do everything slowly, at this moment, took a step back like an agile leopard.

With anger on his face, he said, "That's enough. If you want to lose your temper, come to me. Why are you making things difficult for Qing'er?"

Qing Er...

He called her Qing'er...

At this moment, Hong felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her from head to toe.

The flame of "love" in her heart was extinguished, leaving only desolation...

She looked at Su Qishun with tearful eyes, trying to nurse the woman in his arms who was secretly looking at her provocatively, and asked persistently, "Between me and her, who do you choose?"

"Tong'er, stop making trouble. You are the mistress of my Changping Marquis Mansion. Your every word and action represents the face of my Changping Marquis Mansion."

Su Qishun frowned, "You have to set a good example for the children of the servants."

It turned out that in his eyes, she was just a person who represented face and set a good example.

Hong slowly closed her eyes.

The soles of her shoes had been pierced by porcelain fragments. Even without seeing it with her own eyes, she could feel the sharp porcelain had sunk deeply into the soles of her feet, and the piercing pain spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body.

At this moment, her mind was clearer than ever before.

When he opened his eyes again, only clarity remained in his eyes that had been washed by tears.

After taking a look at Zhao Qingwan who was still kneeling on the ground and sobbing, Hong felt that her and Su Qishun's twenty years as husband and wife were a joke.

"Take your dirty woman and get out of my Fuyao Hall."

Her voice was hoarse, but extremely powerful.

She turned around and saw Zhao Qingwan crying. Before she could ask her to go away, Zhao Qingwan had already thrown herself at her feet crying, kneeled hard on her injured foot, and hugged her thigh tightly.

"Mother, Wan'er is innocent. Please don't vent your anger on Wan'er."

"Get out of here."

Hong wanted to kick Zhao Qingwan away, but Zhao Qingwan had a vicious smile on her face, tears in her eyes, and gritted her teeth and said, "Mother, please don't dislike Wan'er."

The maids and servants nearby saw that Hong was so pale with pain that she was sweating coldly, and they all rushed forward to drag Zhao Qingwan away.

At this moment, a powerful kick landed on Jiang Qian who was pulling Zhao Qingwan.

Jiang Qian was not paying attention for a moment and was kicked several steps away by Su Qishun. She fell heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

"Hong Xiutong, I always thought you were a generous and gentle woman, but I didn't expect you to be so vicious. It's ok to embarrass Qing'er, but now you even dare to attack Wan'er."

Su Qishun slapped Hong in the face.

Hong was caught off guard and fell heavily beside Jiang Qian.

When she looked up again, Su Qishun had already left Fuyao Hall with Qin Qing and Zhao Qingwan.

If it weren't for the obvious swelling and numbness on her face, Hong would have even thought that the mess before her eyes was just a dream.

The two people who once spoke softly to each other became as cruel as ghosts to her for another woman.

"Jiang Xi!!"

Nanny Dai's trembling voice called out to her, drawing her attention back.

Hong quickly turned her head and looked in the direction of Jiang Qian.

I don't know when it started, but a large pool of blood overflowed from the back of Jiangqian's head. The luster of Jiangqian's half-open eyes had faded...

Nanny Dai held up Jiangxi's head with trembling hands. Most of the broken porcelain pieces had penetrated deep into the back of her head.

Her eyes were red and she shook her head at Hong.

Hong clenched his hands into fists.

"Su Qishun!!"

"Am I late?"

A clear voice with a smile sounded, and several people in the room looked outside the door at the same time.