After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

Upon hearing the old lady's words, Zhao Qianlan's face turned even paler.

She didn't have time to explain herself and hurriedly helped Old Mrs. Song out the door.

With many people suddenly gone from the room, Siqin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that the old lady was really good at tormenting people. Even Zhao Qianlan couldn't use her tricks at the moment, just like a wronged little wife.

Fortunately, her master is resourceful; otherwise, she would be the one doing all this work now.

"Isn't this a case of harming others and oneself? If Zhao Qianlan hadn't gone to such extremes, Old Madam Song wouldn't have been so ruthless. She probably would have wanted to die by now."

Song Xizhi recalled his plan and smiled faintly, "This is just the beginning, only the first step. If she can't take it now, how will the real show unfold?"

Before the two could finish speaking, they saw another group of people hurrying back to the inner bedroom.

Zhao Qianlan's eyes were red and her whole body was trembling. She looked like she was about to faint: "Mother, didn't you say you were going to the outhouse? Why didn't you go..."

Old Madam Song sneered: "The outhouse is too cold, I can't poop. Are you trying to freeze me to death?"

As she spoke, she began to wail and shout, her voice ringing in Song Xizhi's ears: "Heavens! Heavens above! Who makes a patient urinate in the dead of winter!"

"You heartless bastard, if you want me dead, just say so!"

The veins on Zhao Qianlan's neck bulged, her chest heaved violently, and a salty, metallic taste rose in her throat.

As she listened to Madam Song's words, she felt not only anger but also fear.

This old hag seems to have gone mad and is determined to kill her. Zhao Qianlan is even afraid that she already knows that she poisoned her and wants to send her to the underworld.

But that's impossible... She did it flawlessly, without leaving a trace; no one could possibly know...

Zhao Qianlan thought to herself, but she just gritted her teeth and silently went to get the chamber pot, and then helped Old Madam Song undress:

"You must poop properly this time, and don't poop on your clothes again. If you have to change clothes again, you might not have the energy while you're sick."

Madam Song nodded calmly, but before Zhao Qianlan could completely take off her clothes, she suddenly felt a warm current flowing through her hands.

Immediately afterward, a pungent smell of urine reached her nose, and Zhao Qianlan suddenly realized what it was.

She felt everything go black, and she screamed as if she were about to collapse.

But Old Madam Song simply slapped her across the face without hesitation, finished urinating comfortably, yawned, and then walked to the bed:

"What are you yelling for? Aren't you afraid of disturbing others so late at night? You have no manners at all."

Zhao Qianlan stood there blankly, feeling soaked to the bone, and almost laughed in anger. She looked ten years older in an instant.

“Mother-in-law, Qianlan’s clothes are wet and she needs to change. Let Zhizhi serve you while you rest.”

Zhao Qianlan stared intently at Song Xizhi beside her with bloodshot eyes, her expression filled with a resolute determination to "die together if we have to."

Her words carried a hint of madness: "After you fall asleep, and your daughter-in-law has changed her clothes, I will kneel with Zhizhi by the bed to keep you company. Juncai is still kneeling outside. It's always good for the whole family to be together."

Old Madam Song didn't answer, but only glanced at her sideways, then patted the spot next to her bed towards Song Xizhi:

"Zhizhi, this bedding was newly changed by your stepmother. Come up and sleep with your grandmother."

Song Xi was stunned, and everyone present was also stunned.

Zhao Qianlan stared at her in disbelief, her chest heaving as if she had misheard: This old woman, even towards her own grandson, was never this kind of person, how could she be like this now?

Seeing how much effort Old Madam Song was putting into getting the pills, Song Xizhi was actually a little reluctant to lie down and sleep in the Song residence, as her husband was still waiting for her at the Marquis of Anding's residence.

So she declined, saying, "Grandma, I haven't washed up yet."

Old Madam Song waved her hand, only wanting to cling to this powerful figure: "It's alright. Tell your stepmother to boil water and help you wash up."

"After you've bathed and changed your clothes, have your stepmother wash them too. If you feel uncomfortable while sleeping, just tell your stepmother; she'll be kneeling by the bed watching over you the whole time."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianlan trembled and felt a salty, metallic taste surge up from her chest.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared in Song Xizhi's direction, her gaze almost bloodshot:

"Mother! I am Song Xizhi's mother! What kind of mother kneels on the bedside to clean up her daughter's excrement and urine?!"

Old Madam Song curled her lip: "What's wrong with you, a hen that can't lay eggs, serving the great contributor of my Song family?"

"Do you still think you're something special? You're not even as good as a pheasant outside if you can't give birth to a son. All you've produced over the years is a piece of useless trash."

"My handsome son is still fertile. If you can't even serve tea and water properly, then I'll divorce you and go find ten or eight women outside to bear sons for him!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianlan felt a buzzing in her ears. She couldn't hold back and blood gushed from her throat, almost causing her to collapse to the ground.

Old Madam Song simply kicked her: "Stop pretending, hurry up and boil water for my good girl, she needs to wash up, and wash her clothes after you're done boiling water."

Even Song Xizhi, who originally did not want to stay, was moved by Madam Song's perfect plan. She did not refuse and obediently sat down by the bed.

Let her husband stay alone in the empty room today; she always wants to experience something so fun.

After a long while of recovering from her dizziness, Zhao Qianlan walked outside without saying a word, and then spent a long time chopping wood and boiling water.

But when she knelt by the bed and presented the washbasin to Song Xizhi, watching him gracefully rise from the bed and be comfortably served by her to wash up, she couldn't help but vomit blood in anger again.

"Oh dear! Stepmother! What's going on? The water's all dirty!"

Song Xizhi blinked, looking at her innocently.

Upon hearing this, the old lady Song, who was lying inside, opened her dark eyes, like a wild beast half-asleep. Before she could say a word, Zhao Qianlan trembled reflexively and scrambled out again.

"It's alright, Mother's alright... Zhizhi... Mother will boil water for you to wash your face... Mother's alright..."

Zhao Qianlan's voice was still trembling with tears.

Tonight will be a sleepless night for Zhao Qianlan, but Song Xizhi and Madam Song slept soundly.

She knelt unsteadily beside Song Xizhi's bed, looking at her peaceful and serene sleeping face, and felt a surge of urge to kill her.

But Siqin was still standing to the side, holding her sword and watching intently. So Zhao Qianlan, Song Juncai, and Song Ruoan could only kneel there for the whole night, feeling like crying but having no tears.

The whole family was together.

The more Zhao Qianlan knelt, the more hatred she felt, and tears streamed down her face.

Once it's light... as long as it's light, He Yunce can go to the restaurant and get the auction item.

When the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet was held, the birthday gift became famous throughout the land and received high praise from both the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.

With the rise of Prince Yu, both He Yunce and she were great contributors. With the Empress Dowager's favor, He Yunce became a new nobleman in the capital.

At that time, she would make Song Xizhi kneel before her bed and serve her when she defecated or urinated. She would make him repay the humiliation of tonight by making him work like a cow, a horse, a pig, or a dog!

What does the process matter as long as the goal is achieved in the end?

She wanted to see if Song Xizhi, kneeling before her, would still be able to smile!