Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Song Zhi was not just talking. Thinking of Song Yang's enthusiasm for her in the past, she really planned to find a wife for Song Yang again.

Song Yang's reputation has been as good as it can be in recent years. Once the news of the engagement spread, the matchmakers who came to the Song Mansion to propose marriage almost broke down the door of the Song family.

Many women even broke the secular ethics and came to recommend themselves.

Song Zhi was surprised. He didn't expect that his old man could be so popular.

Song Yang is now surrounded by a group of women whenever he goes out, so he dares not go out every day. After the morning court, he can only stay in the yard to play with flowers and birds.

A few days later, Sun and Mu Qinghan started arguing with someone outside the door.

Sun stood with her hands on her hips and her eyes were red. Taking care of Song Yale without taking off her clothes these days made her look several years older. She no longer looked dignified and decent as before.

Her voice was sharp. "You are a bunch of shameless people. You have no shame in setting your sights on other people's husbands in broad daylight. Don't you even know what you look like?"

Someone laughed and said, "You've already divorced Master Song, yet you still consider yourself his wife."

Sun was furious and said, "Master and I are just having a disagreement. Husband and wife quarrel at the beginning of the bed and make up at the end of the bed. We will never really separate."

The group of people didn't buy it. "You're trying to fool us. We've already given you the divorce certificate with the official seal. You're no longer husband and wife."

"No!"

Sun's face flushed red. She stopped arguing with these people and instead banged on the door of the Song Mansion frantically, "Open the door, I am the mistress of the Song family, I am back."

"Child, I am your biological mother, how can you stop me from leaving?"

The sounds were heard one after another, but the door showed no sign of opening.

Seeing that no one paid any attention, she pulled Mu Qinghan up and shouted, "Open the door! Mu Qinghan became so crazy because of Song Zhi. Aren't you responsible?"

Mu Qinghan quickly pulled it away, "Auntie, please keep your voice down. Zhi'er hates people who shout and yell the most. If you do that, she'll hate me as well."

Sun was angry, "Idiot, I'm helping you, do you know that?"

Mu Qinghan turned his back proudly and said, "I am the current crown prince, second only to the emperor and above everyone else. I don't need your help."

Then he seemed to remember something, frowning and muttering to himself, "I am the crown prince, but I had a dream. I dreamed that I was no longer the crown prince. My father demoted me to a commoner. I also saw a lot of blood, so much blood! Too much blood, why is there so much blood!"

Mu Qinghan's expression became crazy. He held his head and banged it hard against the wall.

"Whose blood is this? Yes, there is a child, a fully formed baby boy. It's all blood."

Mu Qinghan's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly turned around and grabbed Sun's clothes and shook them vigorously. "Aunt, whose child is this? Is it mine and Zhier's? But Zhier doesn't have a red mole on her thigh. I didn't consummate my marriage with her..."

Mu Qinghan's memory was completely confused and his words were incoherent.

Sun was shaken so hard that she felt dizzy and saw stars. She cried out "Ouch, ouch". Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Mu Qinghan away with all her strength.

Mu Qinghan's buttock injury had not yet fully healed, so he was pushed out with the crowd.

Sun staggered and held her head, resting on the spot for a long time before she recovered. She pointed at Mu Qinghan and accused him, "You bastard, you're trying to kill me!"

Mu Qinghan naturally didn't answer her. After being pushed away, he ran away in a daze. Whenever he caught someone, he would ask them, "I am the prince, right?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked away, saying, "I am the prince, I am the prince."

After Mu Qinghan walked away, Sun saw that the door of Song Mansion was still closed. She thought about it and supported herself as if to faint.

"Help! I feel so bad! I'm afraid I'm going to die here."

Some people couldn't stand it any longer, "Madam Sun, your self-torture trick is too fake."

Sun said unhappily, "It's none of your business."

After that, he continued to howl, "My head hurts, my heart hurts, and all my internal organs hurt. If I die at the gate of the Song Mansion, I will come back every night to seek justice for myself."

Behind the door, Song Yang stood there with a complicated expression.

Beside him, Song Zhi softly asked, "What is Daddy going to do?"

Song Yang gave a comforting smile, "Don't worry, I won't be soft-hearted."

He waved his hand, and the butler hurried forward to open the door.

When their eyes met, Song Yang saw Sun lying on the ground with messy hair, wailing.

The beautiful satin dress she was wearing was the same one she had worn on the day she left home, but it had long since lost its luster.

When she saw Song Yang, Sun's eyes flashed and her face looked embarrassed for a moment.

But when he thought of Yale who was dying at home, he immediately stood up from the ground and said, "Master."

Song Yang's voice was cold, "What are you doing here?"

Sun smiled awkwardly, "I'm going home."

"This is not your home."

"Master, are you still angry with me? I have been married to the Song family for decades. If this is not my home, then where is my home?"

Song Yang snorted coldly, "Go back to the Sun Mansion. You can handle it better there than the Song Mansion."

"No, I'm already married, how can I go back to my parents' home?"

Song Yang's face turned even colder. "You've never considered yourself a married woman before. Your heart is entirely with your Sun family. Since you never considered yourself a married woman before, you don't need to be one now or in the future. I've already given you great respect. If you still want to make trouble here, don't blame me for not considering our past friendship and reporting you to the police."

"Master, you can't do this to me. After all, I gave birth to your children. I..."

“You still have the nerve to mention your sons and daughters. Since you brought Anya Song back home, have you ever fulfilled your responsibilities as a mother to them?”

"Master, don't treat me like this. You said you would treat me well for the rest of your life."

Sun started to cry, crying from the bottom of her heart, "Don't marry another woman."

Song Yang just gave a wink, and immediately a servant came forward and carried Sun to the street.

Sun wanted to go back, but Song Yang said, "If you take another step forward, I will report you to the police immediately."

In the end, Sun stopped where she was unwillingly.

With tears streaming down her face, she looked at Song Yang desperately, trying to arouse his sympathy.

However, Song Yang ignored her and took Song Zhi out.

Some people gloated over the misfortune, "I've never seen anything like this. She's such a good official's wife, but she has to be treated like this."

Sun shouted at the man, "What do you know!"

The man snorted and laughed, "I don't understand. After all, I can't do such a thing as favoring other people's daughters and bullying my own daughter."

Everyone pointed and talked, and was completely annoyed by Sun's sarcasm.

Sun's face turned red and she finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran away under the mocking gazes of everyone.

Song Zhi followed Song Yang in the carriage and headed towards the Heavenly Prison.

Song Zhi said, "What does Daddy want to do?"

Song Yang said seriously, "Go meet Meng Qi."