The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Song Lin, the gentleman who was respected by everyone as the father-in-law, had taught Song Yunfeng etiquette and morality, and made him understand what the gentleman's way was. He respected his father, so how could he tolerate others tarnishing his father's reputation like this?

However, when Shen Yan examined Song Yuanping's face, she had to admit that the woman's words did not seem to be completely unfounded. However, no matter what the truth was, it no longer mattered at this moment. Song Yunfeng had made up his mind and would not allow anyone to question it.

"Mom... Is this true?" Song Yuanping spoke with difficulty, his voice mixed with doubt and shock. He and Song Yunfeng, the same father but different mothers? And the identity that he had always been proud of, turned out to be just the son of a lowly branch? This thought gave him a sense of absurd comfort, at least in terms of blood, he still had a little advantage.

"Yes, that year... Ouch!" The woman's answer was interrupted by a flying arrow. She dodged nimbly, but the arrow failed to avoid the helpless Song Yuanping and penetrated deeply into his body.

"Song Yunfeng! You will be punished by God! Your father will never forgive you!" The woman was almost crazy, her beautiful face twisted with fear and anger. But facing her son's crisis, she was powerless. This feeling of powerlessness was more unforgettable than any pain.

The fate of the mother and son seemed to have been sentenced to death by the cruel reality. In this quiet and cold night, the shadow of death enveloped everything, leaving no trace of warmth.

"Hmph..." A cold laugh broke through

He looks pretty, but what he does is not decent. Even the women in the village know what shame is, but you just say "I am your father-in-law's principal wife". It is a perfect interpretation of the old saying: "The best actor is this one!" Shen Yan's words were a little playful and ironic, which made people feel funny and contemptuous at the same time.

"You, you..." The woman was speechless for a moment, feeling a surge of blood, she covered her chest with both hands, her chest heaving violently, obviously very angry. Back then, she must have easily captured the sympathy of men with her natural and delicate beauty. That kind of beauty was like the most delicate flower in spring, making people want to protect it.

Hmm, delicate beauty? Shen Yan couldn't help but carefully look at the woman in front of her. As she looked at her carefully, a surprising discovery quietly emerged - the woman's eyebrows and eyes were indescribably similar to Mu Qing, especially the slightly melancholy eyes, which were exactly the same. If time could go back 20 years, the woman in front of her would be a replica of Mu Qing. In her memory, Mu Qing mentioned that her mother was... a traitor? !

Oh, my God, isn't this Mu Qing's mother? In this case, wouldn't Mu Qing be Song Yunfeng's half-sister? Shen Yan's heart was suddenly filled with turbulent waves. This sudden truth made everything seem complicated.

Song Yunfeng felt Shen Yan's complicated gaze, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, giving her an understanding smile. "Thanks to Madam for helping me vent my anger, I am in a good mood now and can deal with them happily." He said it easily, but there was an unquestionable determination in his eyes.

"Okay, let's do it." Shen Yan's answer was simple and straightforward. After all, they didn't have much sympathy or hesitation towards these uninvited guests.

Just as Song Yunfeng pulled the bowstring to its full length and the woman's eyes widened in horror, her whole body stiffened, an unexpected episode broke the tense atmosphere. Zhao walked over step by step, carefully supported by Lan Xi and Qing Dai. Her appearance startled everyone.

"Mom, why are you here?" Song Yunfeng was a little surprised, but more worried.

"It's dangerous here, there are rebels everywhere, you should go back and rest." Shen Yan and Song Yunfeng advised almost in unison, with concern between their brows.

But Zhao just waved her hand gently. Her face was calm, and her eyes revealed an unnoticeable determination. "Don't worry, mother has already taken care of this matter."

After that, she slowly walked towards the kneeling woman. The woman looked up tremblingly, with fear and disbelief in her eyes. She already knew that Songlin married an ordinary village woman after returning to the village, but the person in front of her, although dressed as a village woman, exuded a noble temperament that could not be ignored, like an old lady walking out of an aristocratic mansion, supported by everyone with a respectful attitude. But she, however, was as humble as dust, kneeling in the mud, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

She tried to stand up and tried to face Zhao with a self-proclaimed proud attitude, but she didn't know that the following words would completely break her down.

"I know who you are." Zhao's words were neither hurried nor slow, but each word was weighty. "Your name is Shu Wanling."

"My husband is a gentle and refined gentleman. He once told me that on his way to Beijing for the imperial examination, he met you who was abducted by human traffickers. You cried for him to save you, and he gave everything he had to save you from the abyss. In that dilapidated temple, with the broken Buddha statue as a witness, he made a vow to spend his life with you, promised to bring you back after the exam, inform both parents, hold a banquet for the guests, and officially welcome you into the Song family."

Zhao paused for a moment, her eyes gentle and deep, as if she could see through the years and into that distant and painful memory. "However, fate played a trick on him. He was unfortunately plotted against and abandoned in a mass grave in the wilderness. Fortunately, he was strong-willed and unwilling to die in a foreign land. He woke up in the rainy night and used up his last bit of strength to return to the dilapidated temple. Sadly, he found that fear had made him choose to escape. He was alone, facing endless darkness and despair."

Recalling this, Zhao's eyes flashed with complex emotions, a sadness for the past, and a deep love for her husband. "If he hadn't insisted on living, and the owner of the Divine Doctor Valley hadn't passed by and saved him, I'm afraid we wouldn't have had the chance to see each other for the last time."

It was this tortuous experience that made Zhao resolutely devote herself to this relationship. She was willing to give up everything just to protect this man who had gone through so much hardship. Even if he occasionally seemed indifferent, she only regarded it as a mark left by trauma, and firmly believed that time could slowly heal everything. But the reality cruelly told her that this fate was too short and would eventually become a passing cloud.

As time went by, she learned to let go and no longer cling to those tangled love-hate entanglements. They were just an ordinary couple, maybe not a good match, but at least they lived together under the arrangement of fate, had their own children, and walked through a journey of life together. After that, they each had their own destination and walked on their own path.

Zhao's eyes were like sharp swords, staring directly at Shu Wanling, with contempt mixed in her voice.