I'm a humble concubine. My acting skills are off the charts. You can check my performance.

Song Yuan cursed inwardly that he was a brainless idiot, and held onto Zhao Fangyun with a pleading look on his face, "Wife! Do you really want me to kneel down and beg you? Mother is still waiting at home, and you are pregnant, suffering from epilepsy, and now you are bewitched by your sister-in-law and elder sister! That's why you are so estranged from me!"

"If you don't like those old ladies, just send them away. There's no need to get to the point of divorce!"

"Come back with me, and I will kowtow to you and admit my fault in front of my mother. After we see her, you can then ask for a divorce!"

As he spoke, Song Yuan grabbed Zhao Fangyun's wrist, turned around and was about to pick him up and take him away.

There were a few maids beside the carriage trying to stop him, but he was still holding Zhao Fangyun in his hands. Zhao Fangyun was pregnant, and everyone was afraid that she would get hurt!

Zhao Fangyun also struggled and shouted to Song Yuan to let go. When Song Yuan refused, she reached out and scratched his face.

Zhao Fangyun learned this trick overnight from the toughest old mother in the kitchen.

After Zhao Fangyu finished telling her plan yesterday, Zhao Fangyun, under the comfort of the imperial physician, drank the pregnancy-preserving medicine while watching the old mother and her husband perform in front of the masters how a woman should correctly fight when a couple fights.

Everyone in the Zhao family, from top to bottom, was amazed that there was such a fierce woman in the world!

Several people happily took turns giving money to the old lady. The old lady took her husband to get medicine, saying that she never expected that the man in her family could be so useful!

Under the political situation, Zhao Fangyun remembered his mother's teachings and kicked the man hard at the most vulnerable part!

Song Yuan let out a scream and then slowly slid to the ground, covering his lower body with his hands. He was in so much pain that his whole face changed color. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The man howled in pain and the men around him couldn't help but clamp their legs together. There were bursts of inhalation sounds coming from all around. Song Yuan was angry and anxious, holding his vital parts in pain and wanted to kill someone!

When had he ever suffered such a thing?

Seeing Zhao Fangyu still standing aside, supported by the maid, patting his chest to calm down, Song Yuan was in so much pain that he didn't care about all these things. He just felt that the foundation of his Song family would be destroyed by Zhao Fangyu today!

He forced himself to stand up, trembling with pain, and slapped Zhao Fangyun hard in the face!

"You ignorant fool! Are you trying to kill my Song family?"

He hit Zhao Fangyun with such force that he almost fell backwards. Even the jade hairpin on his head slipped off and shattered on the stone road.

If there hadn't been a maid supporting him, Zhao Fangyun would have probably fallen off the carriage.

It was an extremely crisp slap, and everyone around saw it clearly. Song Yuan slapped a pregnant woman.

The next moment, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a slender white jade hand with pink nail polish stretched out from it.

Zhao Fangyu slowly got out of the carriage under Song Yuan's bloodshot gaze.

Zhao Fangyu was wearing a skirt embroidered with flowers and birds in gold thread, and large golden sleeves woven with Ruyi brocade. When she got off the car, the sunlight fell on her skirt, making her look even more dazzling and golden.

No one else who wears bird blue can match Zhao Fangyu's. She has both imposingness and a hint of unfathomable mystery, as if this color was created for her.

Chunshao supported Zhao Fangyu, and Zhao Fangyu looked at Song Yuan silently, then slowly held the soldier Zhao Fangyun into his arms.

Zhao Fangyun and Zhao Fangyu had been at odds since childhood. Later, the gap between them became larger and larger, so she no longer insisted on competing with Zhao Fangyu in this or that. When she was young, she hated Zhao Fangyu's love of taking shortcuts, making incense himself and giving it to others in order to win people's hearts.

Now, when I smell the faint scent of snow coming from her body, I feel extremely safe and comforted, as if someone had suddenly put her, who was frozen stiff, into a hot spring in the cold winter.

For a moment, Zhao Fangyun, enveloped by the fragrance, felt so secure in the embrace that she wanted to cry.

Zhao Fangyu gently patted the back of Zhao Fangyun's head, and after patting twice he moved to his neck.

There were too many hairpins, so she personally tidied up her sister's messy bun before turning to Song Yuan.

His words were as sharp as a knife: "The girl from our Zhao family is marrying into your family, not being sold to you as a slave!"

"A man of seven feet tall tied up his pregnant wife in the street. Is this what you said when you proposed marriage, that you learned the teachings of Confucius and Mencius since childhood? Is this the family tradition of your Song family?"

In one sentence, both the Song family and Song Yuan were severely belittled.

Zhao Fangyu and Zhao Fangyun have different identities, so Song Yuan cannot touch Zhao Fangyu. The moment he saw Zhao Fangyu getting off the carriage, he realized that what he had just done was exactly what Zhao Fangyu wanted!

His sinister eyes were fixed on Zhao Fangyu, like some kind of sticky and sinister liquid, which wanted to slowly wrap around her and strangle her from the darkness.

Zhao Fangyu caught a glimpse of Song Yuan's eyes, sneered twice, and said sarcastically: "You don't have to look at me like that. No matter what the Zhao family is like, we have never treated the women who married into our family harshly. Even if they are slaves, we have never delayed the three festivals and two gifts, and the monthly salary. You dare to talk about torturing and humiliating them!"

"You, the Song family, failed to raise a weak woman properly, causing her to be frightened during her pregnancy, to be afraid that the maidservant who grew up beside her would be mistreated and killed, and to be beaten by her drunken husband. You even dared to stop her on the street on the way to the government office in front of me, and even tied her up in the street!"

"This happened in broad daylight, with so many people watching, and you dared to do this to her. When she was in your house, you drove her out with her dowry, spent the money she brought with her, and abused the maid she brought with her, and even killed her! When I returned home yesterday, my sister personally went to the maid's parents' house to deliver her body!"

"She came to the police today just to seek justice for her childhood playmate."

Zhao Fangyu said a few words, and the eyes of the people around him lit up again and again.

As the layers turned, more and more people gathered around.

Everybody looked at each other, and without saying anything, the meaning was clear: I didn't expect this wealthy family to have so many dirty things, so dirty!

Song Yuan was about to say something to Zhao Fangyu, but when he touched the person standing next to him who had squeezed through the crowd and stood next to Zhao Fangyu at some point, he silently took two steps back.

Zhao Fangyu stood on the long street, surrounded by people who came to watch the fun. She held her weak and injured sister in her arms, and looked at Song Yuan as if she was looking at a dying pig or dog.

Zhao Fangyun held Zhao Fangyu's hand and slowly stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a hint of crimson slowly flowed from the corner of her lips.

The timid girl was so scared that she screamed and threw herself into her mother's arms, and her mother gently covered her eyes and comforted her.

Zhao Fangyu felt her stomach sinking. She slowly stretched out her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips.

When he looked at Song Yuan, there was a hint of cunning and complacency in his eyes.

Then his eyelids drooped, hiding all expressions again.

She buried herself in Zhao Fangyu's arms and sobbed, "Sister, I'm afraid..."