The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

Li Lin and Song Lai were both shocked.

She had been married to Song Jin for so many years and had known him for so many years. Not to mention fighting, every time Song Jin had coaxed her, and hadn't he obediently given her the position of Mrs. Song?

She didn't believe he would really dare to do it.

Song Lai was so stunned by the slap that he didn't recover for a long time.

Did her father hit her?

In all these years, Dad has never even yelled loudly.

Today he actually beat her for Song Nian!

What biological daughter? How could a father treat his biological daughter like this? She said she was bullied and showed him the kiss mark on her collarbone. He didn't show concern and care like before. Instead, he listened to the bitch's complaints and started to attack her.

Then what will happen in the future? Will he abandon her?

So that night Song Nian was not trying to scare her or to sow discord between her and him.

Song Jin, whom she always thought was the best father in the world, was taking advantage of her.

"Hit me if you dare!" Song Lai stiffened his neck. "I did nothing wrong!"

What was wrong with her teaching a lesson to someone who was competing with her for the family property?

If Song Nian's mother hadn't suddenly appeared that year, how could her father have married that woman first? She should have been the older sister, she should have been the real eldest daughter of the Song family.

"Okay, today I will help you two."

Song Jin was really furious, and the whip in his hand fell down mercilessly.

He hadn't used the Song family's rules for a long time, and he never thought that he would use them on the two women he loved most.

"what!"

"It hurts, Mom, it hurts so much."

"Dad doesn't want us anymore, right? He only has Song Nian in his heart, not us!"

Song Lai, who was protected by Li Lin, shouted louder and louder. Although there was someone protecting him behind him, he still couldn't avoid being whipped.

Tears fell down her face. She wanted to run, but the pain was too severe to stand up.

"Song Jin, open your eyes and see clearly who you hit."

Li Lin felt as if her entire back was about to burst.

This old bastard, she had devoted all her heart and soul to him in vain. Today, he treated them like this just for his daughter who was born to someone else. Just wait and see, she would never swallow this.

"It's the father's fault if the son is not well educated. Xiao Lai has always been spoiled by you, and that's why he got into such a big trouble today!"

Song Jin seemed to be still not satisfied and swung the whip down again.

The entire Song family was in chaos, with cries and pleas for mercy everywhere. The housekeeper and servants did not dare to step forward to help, after all, the whip had no eyes.

five minutes later.

Song Jincai stopped and saw that the mother and daughter were no longer dodging and shivering in pain. His eyebrows trembled and a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes.

But he knew that admitting his mistake now would only encourage their reckless behavior. He would not allow anyone to disrupt his plan.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you call a private doctor over?"

Song Jin yelled at the housekeeper who was hiding behind the dining table.

The housekeeper and the servants immediately stood up, called a private doctor, got the medicine box, and brought hot water. No one dared to breathe.

"Do not touch me."

Feeling Song Jin's hand coming towards her, Li Lin held her daughter and moved away.

She looked at Song Jin angrily, "What do you call this? Beat us up and then give us a sweet date. Song Jin, what do you think of us, mother and daughter?"

"I..." Song Jin wanted to explain, but he saw Song Lai's resentful eyes from Li Lin's arms, and he was even more angry. "I said, without my permission, you can't do anything small! I have big plans for her."

Thinking of the threats Zhou Hui had just made on the phone, Song Jin was furious.

Even a young boy dared to teach him a lesson.

Just wait and see. Once he cooperates with the Zhou family and gets the things left by Song Nian's mother, he will see who dares to look down on him.

"In short, you two remember this: don't bother Song Nian again."

After saying this angrily, Song Jin went straight upstairs, leaving the mother and daughter kneeling and shivering on the cold floor tiles.

"Mom, I hate him, I hate him!"

Song Lai roared in anger, but every movement hurt her back, and she broke out in a cold sweat due to the pain.

"It's all Song Nian's fault. Don't worry, Xiao Lai, Mom will definitely take care of it for you."

Li Lin gently comforted her daughter in her arms, but in a corner where she couldn't see, a vicious light flashed in her eyes.

-

Song Nian woke up to a bright day. Perhaps because she had been too busy the previous night, or perhaps because Qi Yu was safe and sound, she slept soundly. As expected, when she woke up, a breakfast from a thousand years ago appeared on the desk again.

A bowl of hot tofu pudding and a small plate of jujube cake on the side.

"Huai Village is gradually recovering. Residents now have water and food, and no longer beg. With plenty of food and few people, we can eat more freely."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward."

Song Nian held the small piece of bad food in his hand and couldn't let it go. After hesitating for a long time, he finally posted a message on his Moments with the caption: Thank you Prince for feeding me.

Soon there were messages under the circle of friends.

A classmate: Oh my god, Song Nian is really good. Is he the prince of Beijing circle that I know?

Zhou Hui: You like it? Whose is it? I’m going to buy it now.

Uncle Zhou: The food is not important. The plate also looks like an antique from the Jin Dynasty. Could you send me a photo so I can take a closer look?

Song Nian was overwhelmed and quickly set his circle of friends to be visible only to himself.

As expected, one shouldn’t show off casually, as it almost exposed Qi Yu.

But Uncle Zhou probably discovered that his Moments had been deleted, and a private message popped up.

"But it's already been reserved? What a shame, my friend, you don't know that there's another one of your discs in the museum. If I'm not mistaken, they're a pair."

Such a coincidence?

Song Nian took the jujube cake and looked at the longevity carvings on the white porcelain plate. It must be something ordinary people would use at home. Unable to discern its value, she obediently took a photo of the plate from the front and back and sent it to Uncle Zhou. "I'm afraid flaunting my wealth will lead to disaster, so I deleted it from my Moments and haven't sold it yet."

Uncle Zhou: "I understand. I wonder how much you plan to pay."

Song Nian had no intention of selling it, as she always felt that she was bullying Uncle Zhou. But after thinking about it, she felt that this was also a contribution to the antique business.

"Since it's a good match with the one in the museum, could you please help me, Uncle Zhou, to make the donation in my personal name?"

Uncle Zhou: "Really?"

Uncle Zhou: Voice call.

The video call was connected, and Uncle Zhou couldn't wait to push the phone to his face, revealing only his eyes. "My friend, do you know that if this little dish is really paired with the one in the museum, it will be very expensive? If you think it over carefully, I can pretend that you didn't say anything just now."

"Don't think about it, as long as they're a pair, I'll donate voluntarily."

She would be happy to allow more and more information about Dajin and Qi Yu to be recorded in history.

"Okay, my friend, you're so open-minded. I'll contact them right away." Uncle Zhou was about to hang up the phone when he seemed to remember something. "Oh, my friend, I have something good to tell you!"

Song Nian vaguely guessed something.