Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Who? Who went to the ancestral temple? She?

Song stared at Yue Yuan with tears in her eyes. Yue Yuan's eyes were gloomy and cold, without a trace of joking.

Song felt so wronged this time that her tears fell uncontrollably.

"My lord, what did I do wrong, sir?"

She rushed over and grabbed Yue Yuan's sleeve, crying:

"All I did was for the Dingbei Palace and for your reputation, Your Majesty!"

"I don't believe that the prince doesn't care about what the young lady did. As the princess of the royal palace, you have an affair with someone before you get married, and the person is an orc!"

Song's voice became shrill as she cried. The thoughts that had been hidden in her heart for many years burst out in an instant:

"Your Highness always says that I am petty and narrow-minded. That's right! The late princess came from a noble family, but the daughter she gave birth to has caused Your Highness to be stabbed in the back by everyone in the capital!"

"The prince is partial to the eldest daughter and is unwilling to help. Then let me be the bad guy. Either marry the eldest daughter off quickly or let her enter the family temple. Only in this way can we be worthy of the ancestors of the prince's mansion..."

Snapped!

Yue Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Song in the face with a loud slap.

There was a strong flash of anger in his eyes, and his pupils were bloodshot red.

This palm strike was like an instant outburst of long-accumulated anger, and also like a response to Song's endless crying and cursing.

The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly, leaving only Song's shocked expression and Yue Yuan's heavy breathing.

"Vicious stupid woman!" Yue Yuan's voice echoed in the silent hall, full of determination and unquestionableness.

Song covered her cheek with her hands, a hint of shock and disbelief flashing in her eyes.

"Your Majesty...you hit me?"

After entering the palace with the help of the old princess, even though Song's life was not comfortable, she never got beaten again.

She knew that Yue Yuan had no feelings for her, but even if she made some small moves, she would be scolded at most.

This slap today completely stunned Song.

She was the principal wife, and there were so many guards and maids guarding outside the hall, they all heard the loud slap clearly.

How can she act like a princess in the palace from now on?

Yue Yuan glanced at Song with disgust:

"Don't use my ancestors to pressure me! I say you are stupid but you don't even know it. Until now, you still don't know what I hate the most!"

Because of the pressure from the old princess, he had to let Song in, and it was also because the old princess drugged him that he made Song pregnant.

Qingyue died of illness at a young age. Isn't it because the power of the ancestors in this palace was so overwhelming that it was deadly?

Now that the old princess has passed away, he is the only person in the palace who has the final say. Yet he is still being controlled by the Song family and cannot protect his own daughter?

Don't even think about it!

"Ranran was originally slandered by that heartless orc. She has been protecting the country in the North for five years. During these five years, you have enjoyed the peace she brought. Now she has been framed, and I don't see you having the slightest intention of protecting her. You can't even wait to marry her to such a thing!"

Yue Yuan became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his voice almost blowing the roof off. The guards in the courtyard held their breath and dared not make a sound.

"If that Ling guy is really that good, why don't you let your niece marry him as his co-wife?"

Yue Yuan cursed until his mouth was dry. He picked up the tea, took a sip, and put it heavily on the table, which scared Song.

Song quickly lowered her eyes and dared not look at Yue Yuan, but her heart was full of disapproval.

Her brother's family only has such a delicate niece. Since she married into the palace, her brother's family has lived a better life.

My niece Song Yanran has almost never suffered any hardship, and her food, clothing and other expenses are even more luxurious than the family of a seventh-rank official in the capital.

How could she bear to marry Song Yanran to Ling Si, that playboy, as his concubine?

Song and her brother had already planned that once Yue Zihuan inherited the palace, they would marry Song Yanran into the palace.

Even if Yanran can't be the principal wife, she must at least be a concubine!

Yue Yuan saw through the Song family's cunning tricks at a glance.

He sneered, and his heart was completely chilled.

This Song family doesn't even want her own daughter to marry Ling Si, yet she tries her best to marry her son Ranran to such a playboy?

"Song, let me speak frankly to you today."

The chill in Yue Yuan's voice made Song shudder again.

She had a feeling that Yue Yuan was different today than usual.

In the past, although he had no tenderness or love for her, he at least treated her as someone close to him.

Today, there was no warmth in Yue Yuan's eyes when he looked at her, just like extinguished ashes. He looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger. The coldness and alienation were frightening.

Song was panicked. She didn't know what Yue Yuan was going to do, but she absolutely could not lose her current status and position.

Otherwise, her son and her family will be ruined.

"Your Majesty, I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I will definitely find a suitable family for my young lady. As long as Your Majesty does not agree, I will definitely not..."

Yue Yuan waved his hand in annoyance:

"Stop! I don't need you!"

A hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips:

"My daughter, the only princess with a title in the palace, is already a general of cavalry at the age of nineteen. His Majesty has personally promised her that she can marry freely. When will it be your turn to arrange her life?"

"How can a tit control the fate of a swan?"

"Song, what you are doing is ostensibly to trip up Ranran, but in reality you are digging your own grave!"

Yue Yuan's voice seemed to be filled with ice chips, freezing Song's whole body.

The prince said she was a tit?

The servants in the courtyard heard it clearly.

Where will she put her face in the future?

The prince didn't give her any face at all.

Song felt extremely regretful. Why couldn't she move faster?

If the engagement letter had been exchanged with Ling before the prince found out, confirming the marriage relationship, the prince might have agreed to it.

But today, I was caught by the prince.

Yue Yuan tapped the table with his fingers, a look of determination in his eyes:

"Song, you are an unkind stepmother and you intend to torture the wife and daughter. You have a bad character and I should divorce you directly."

When Song heard this, her legs suddenly went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

Yue Yuan didn't even look at her and continued:

"Considering that you have given birth to two sons, I will give you another way out. From today on, you will move to the family temple, eat vegetarian food every day, and recite scriptures and pray for the old princess and the previous princess."

He whispered:

"Whether you want to leave the family or go to the family temple, these two choices are up to you."

After he finished speaking, Yue Yuan looked at Yue Ran who had returned from outside the courtyard, and his cold expression softened a little.

"Ranran, father is a little tired, you can take him back."

Yue Ran lowered her eyes to look at Song, who was slumped on the ground like a dead ash. Her red lips curved into an interesting arc, and a gleam of light flashed in her dark eyes. Then she pushed her father out of the main hall.

Song looked at the father and daughter's backs, ran forward and cried out at the top of her lungs:

"Your Highness, you can't treat me like this. I am your wife and I have two children! For the sake of the children, you can't treat me like this..."

The guards in the courtyard drew their swords, and the cold sword light blocked Song's way.

Yue Ran listened to Song's crying and cursing, and continued walking forward without looking back.

"Father, your daughter thanks you."