The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

The three-day deadline has passed.

Vice Minister Song moved out of the Zhenbei Marquis's residence with his family.

Their new house is far from the Zhenbei Marquis's residence, mainly because houses in that area are too expensive for them to afford.

Song Shilang has never cared about his household affairs before, and now that he wants to move, he is completely clueless.

Song Wenwu was injured and could not help.

Song Yu'er couldn't even get down on the ground.

The heavy responsibility of directing the move fell on the elderly lady.

The old lady, leaning on her cane, said to the workers she had hired to move the house, "I bought that vase for a hundred taels of silver, be careful!"

"And you, the one in black, I'm talking to you, stop bumping into my chair."

"And you, all of you, oh dear, watch out! Watch out!"

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Before long, the old lady was out of breath, hands on her hips, wiping away sweat, feeling utterly miserable.

At such an advanced age, he should be enjoying his retirement, yet he still has to work so hard; it's truly a tragedy!

If they had restrained themselves a little and not gone too far, they would still be living peacefully and happily in the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion.

Unfortunately, no if.

Anyone who dares to harm Song Siyao will pay the price.

"Miss, they've almost finished moving their things. Would you like to go take a look?" Yu Xiang asked.

"go."

When Song Siyao arrived, they were moving a bed.

"Song Siyao, what brings you here?" the old lady asked.

“This is my home. I can come and go as I please. Do I need to report to you?” Song Siyao retorted.

The old lady turned pale with anger and was speechless. Now, she no longer had the final say in the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion.

"Yu Xiang, keep a close eye on them and tell them what they can and cannot take. They shouldn't even think about things that don't belong to them," Song Siyao instructed.

"Song Siyao, what do you take us for? Thieves?" the old lady asked angrily.

"No, you're not even as good as thieves, you're robbers, bandits, you're openly robbing!" Song Siyao's voice was cold. "Grandmother, have you forgotten how fiercely you robbed us when we were reconciling the accounts?"

The old lady looked embarrassed; they had fought hard, but they hadn't won.

They didn't manage to gain even the slightest advantage over Song Siyao.

"Go! Go!"

The old lady instructed the maid to help her walk quickly, otherwise she would be so angry with Song Siyao that she would die here.

"Madam, Master, Young Master, Madam Li and Madam Wang are here!" Xilan shouted as she ran in from outside.

"What are they doing here?" The old lady had a bad feeling. As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Li and Madam Wang walked in.

Madam Li is the wife of Vice Minister Li of the Ministry of War. Her daughter is engaged to Song Wenwu. Madam Wang, who is standing next to her, is the matchmaker.

"Madam Li, Madam Wang, I'm so sorry to bother you today. Once the new house is ready, I will definitely come to your home in person to invite you over."

The old lady hadn't been this humble in many years.

Although she was not the biological mother of the Marquis of Zhenbei, the Marquis of Zhenbei still had to call her mother. Outsiders always treated her with respect and courtesy because of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

The marriage between Song Wenwu and Miss Li went so smoothly largely because of the prestige of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

Now that the family has split up, the situation of Song Shilang and his branch of the family is not as good as before.

The old lady could no longer straighten her back.

“No need for that, we’ll just say a few words and then leave,” said Madam Li.

She walked up to Vice Minister Song, took out the birth certificate, and handed it to him.

"Madam Li, what are you doing?" Vice Minister Song refused to accept the betrothal gift.

"Lord Song, after careful consideration, for the sake of our child, we have decided to cancel this marriage. We are here today to annul the engagement," Madam Li said coldly.

"Madam Li, the two children get along very well, and our two families have not had any quarrels. Why do you want to break off the engagement?" Minister Song asked, puzzled and angry.

"Father, can't you see? They're looking down on us."

Song Wenwu walked over, his face grim. He looked at Madam Li and asked, "Madam Li, has Yuan'er also agreed to annul the engagement?"

"Marriage is always arranged by parents and matchmakers. Yuan'er naturally listens to us. Young Master Song, you and Yuan'er have no relationship from now on. Don't call her that anymore." Madam Li spoke the coldest words in the gentlest tone.

Song Wenwu gave a cold laugh, "Fine, I'll accept this betrothal gift. Madam Li, please go back and tell Miss Li that even without her, I will still get married within three months."

"Lord Song, please return my daughter's birth certificate to me." Madam Li didn't even want to talk to Song Wenwu.

“Madam Li, the child was just saying that in anger. Please don’t take it to heart. As the saying goes, ‘It’s better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage.’ Could you please reconsider the children’s marriage?”

The old lady swallowed her pride; these were words that should have been spoken by Old Madam Song, but now she, the grandmother, had to humble herself before others.

"Madam, things have come to this; they were not meant to be," Madam Li said coldly.

Seeing this, Vice Minister Song had no choice but to take out Li Yuan's birth certificate and give it to Madam Li.

After receiving the betrothal letter, Madam Li did not say a word and turned to leave.

Song Wenwu grabbed a ceramic vase from the side and smashed it heavily on the ground, venting his anger.

"Wu'er, you child, this vase is very expensive!" The old lady said with a face full of heartache.

"Mother, let him be. He's not feeling well." Vice Minister Song said helplessly.

The old lady didn't reply. Her daughter-in-law was imprisoned, her granddaughter was disabled and her reputation was ruined, and her grandson's engagement was called off. These blows made her seem to age ten years in that instant.

The Song family quickly moved all their belongings, with Song Yu'er and Song Wenwu bringing up the rear.

Upon arriving in front of Song Siyao, Song Yu'er instructed the servants, "Put me down."

Song Yu'er looked at Song Siyao and said, "Song Siyao, you just wait. One day, we will come back here, and you will be the one to get out!"

"How did you get back here? With your brother? I heard you sent someone to invite your brother a few days ago, but he didn't even come."

Song Siyao's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Song Yu'er's heart.

Song Yu'er's proudest achievement was snatching Meng Zhanting away from Song Siyao.

But the spoils she had stolen seemed to belong to her less and less, and she was filled with panic and loss.

"He couldn't come because it was inconvenient for him. What do you know? You'll never understand the love Ting-ge has for me!"

Song Yu'er looked disdainful and ordered the servants, "Go!"

"Third sister, you'd better hold on tight to your family brother, or you might get jilted," Song Siyao reminded her with a smile.

Song Yu'er gripped the handrails tightly with both hands, gritting her teeth, wishing she could tear Song Siyao's mouth apart immediately.

The words "announce the engagement" deeply wounded Song Wenwu, who was standing nearby.

"Song Siyao, don't be so smug. Our present is your future!" Song Wenwu warned coldly.

"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed; your fantasy will never come true," Song Siyao said in a voice as cold as ice.

"You just wait!" Song Wenwu said fiercely, dragging his injured body forward slowly.

Song Siyao stared at his retreating figure, her gaze slowly freezing into ice.