After being divorced, she overturned the capital and seized the empress's position!

As soon as Madame Chiang spoke, everyone nodded in agreement.

Song Hengchuan's face flushed red. He pointed at Song Yue and said, "Don't be fooled by her appearance. She's only been back a few days, and her hands are already stained with blood. She killed dozens of guards..."

"Why did the Third Miss kill the guards?" Madam Jiang continued to press.

Song Hengchuan suddenly got stuck.

Why was he killed?

Of course, it was because he led his men to teach Song Yue a lesson, but was instead taught a lesson by Song Yue's guards.

"Does everyone remember when the Third Miss was brought back, the Jingguo Emperor was holding a funeral for her? The villa where the Third Miss had lived for more than ten years was peaceful, but as soon as she returned, the villa caught fire, and everyone in the villa died. Fortunately, the Jingzhao Yin arrived in time, otherwise the Third Miss would have been reduced to ashes long ago. She finally came back, but she was treated so unwelcomely."

“If Princess Jia Hua were still alive, she would definitely be furious.”

“Princess Jiahua is a very protective person; her own daughter has been treated so badly.”

Many people in the crowd were once friends of Princess Jia Hua, and they couldn't bear to see Song Yue being targeted.

Especially since the other party is Song Yue's own brother.

Madame Chiang Kai-shek wished she could slap Song Hengchuan to death, for he didn't hesitate to slander his own sister for the sake of a daughter born to a concubine.

What absurdity!

Song Hengchuan was so caught up in the questioning that he couldn't say a word. After stammering for a while, his anger vanished instantly, and he took two steps back without making a sound.

Madam Jiang came to Song Yue's side. The more she looked at her, the more she felt that an old friend had returned. She raised her hand and gently touched her cheek: "Good child, you have suffered."

Song Yue blinked, raised her hand and took Madam Jiang's hand, subtly revealing the old scar on her wrist. Madam Jiang, who was close by, saw it immediately, lifted Song Yue's sleeve to look at the scar, and was both angry and furious: "She is a legitimate daughter, how could she be treated like this?"

The ladies who were on good terms with Madam Jiang also looked over and expressed their sympathy for Song Yue. They took out valuable gifts from their bosoms, heads, pockets, and wrists and stuffed them into Song Yue's hands.

Song Yue was utterly flattered.

Seeing this, Yuan Fuling almost ground her teeth to powder.

“Since the two of you are in love and have made a mistake, the Han family will not shirk responsibility. If Young Master Song has come to his senses, the Han family can come to propose marriage with a matchmaker at any time.”

For once, Han's father stood firm, bending down to help Han Feng up: "You've always been stubborn since you were little, always bearing the burden of others' grievances. Fine, we're men, so we should show our manly spirit. We should bear the responsibilities that are ours to bear."

Han Feng nodded: "I'll listen to my father."

The words of the Han father and son were telling everyone that Han Feng was very likely framed nine years ago, and that because of what happened back then, Han Feng had been neglected and the Han family had suffered a lot of criticism. The Han family dared not confront the Duke of Jingguo's mansion head-on and had suffered a lot of injustices in silence.

This time, they finally got their money back with interest.

Even Han's father straightened his back.

With the main people gone, Yuan Fuling was too ashamed to stay any longer and slunk away with Song Yao, followed closely by Song Hengchuan.

They arrived in a carriage, but now they've left Song Yue behind.

Song Yue stood alone at the gate of the Shen family's house. She squinted and listened to the footsteps behind her. She suddenly pinched her palm, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Aunt, Miss... why did Madam leave?" Yun Dong asked in surprise.

Song Yue sniffed, choking back tears and remaining silent.

"Third Miss, don't cry, don't cry, I'll take you back." A kind-hearted lady took Song Yue's handkerchief, wiped her eyes, and led her into a luxurious carriage. She then comforted her like a child, offering her snacks and saying comforting words.

He sighed as he was about to get off the train: "If your mother were still alive, you would definitely be the most carefree and happy girl in the capital."

Song Yue forced a smile and said obediently, "Thank you, Madam."

"Good child, go in quickly." The kind-hearted lady watched Song Yue enter the gate of the Duke of Jingguo before lowering the curtain and leaving.

Upon entering, Song Yue contentedly touched the valuable treasure in her pocket; it was an unexpected delight.

Yuan Fuling, who entered first, was immediately summoned by Song Yao and the others to see Zhang Mama. On the way back, Yuan Fuling guessed that Zhang Mama had most likely betrayed them.

As soon as Zhang Mama entered the door, she was held down by two other maids.

Several slaps landed squarely on Zhang Mama's face, making her see stars and feel dizzy. Only then did Yuan Fuling ask, "I'm asking you, did you tell Song Yue about Han Feng? Also, did you reveal the matter of Lingyun Grass?"

Granny Zhang panicked and mumbled, "No, no, Madam, how could this old servant dare to tell the Third Miss such things?"

After repeated questioning and confirming that Zhang Mama had not betrayed her, Yuan Fuling felt uncertain again. She pursed her lips and tightly gripped Zhang Mama: "None of that matters now. What matters is that you do as I say in a moment, understand?"

Yuan Fuling had someone bring out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Zhang Mama, saying, "Place this in Yuehua Pavilion."

Granny Zhang, holding the bottle, was trembling with fear.

Even if you gave her three times the courage, she wouldn't dare to scheme against the Third Sister.

If the Third Sister finds out, it's suicide!

"Granny Zhang, if you don't do as I say, you're betraying your mother!" Song Yao's face darkened. "Today, I was diagnosed with two months of pregnancy in front of everyone, but I'm still a girl. How could I possibly be pregnant with Han Feng's child!"

Song Yao gritted her teeth in anger.

Zhang Mama, who had initially been slightly wavering, instantly stood firmly on Song Yue's side upon hearing Song Yao's words.

The lady and the second daughter were no match for the third daughter.

She only mentioned Han Feng casually, but she never expected that the Third Miss would cause such a big incident at the banquet, directly ruining the Second Miss's life.

This shows just how formidable the Third Sister's methods were.

"Granny Zhang, I won't treat you badly after this is done." Yuan Fuling took out a thousand-tael silver note from her bosom and stuffed it into Granny Zhang's hand.

Granny Zhang was terrified; she dared not take the money meant to save her life.

"Let's go back," Yuan Fuling said.

Zhang Mama returned in a daze, sitting on the threshold somewhat absent-mindedly. When she saw Song Yue return, she quickly recounted Yuan Fuling's instructions in detail after confirming that no one was around, and handed over the silver notes.

“Aunt, young lady, this old servant didn’t say anything, nor did I betray you,” Zhang Mama said excitedly.

Song Yue raised an eyebrow. Was it too late to realize this now?

She stuffed the silver note back into Zhang Mama's arms and smiled slightly: "Just do as Madam tells you to do. I'll pretend I didn't see it."

"But……"

“I won’t blame you.” The chilling look in Song Yue’s eyes made Zhang Mama shudder. She nodded murmured, “Yes, yes.”

She had just sat down and drunk a cup of tea when someone from the Grand Madam's side called her over. Song Yue clicked her tongue and shook her head. She had seen people courting death, but she had never seen anyone in such a hurry.

Song Yue beckoned to Yun Dong and whispered a few words in her ear. Upon hearing this, Yun Dong's face showed worry, and she nodded through gritted teeth: "Don't worry, Miss, I will risk my life to spread the news."

She looked up and gently touched Yun Dong: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After giving her instructions, Song Yue took a pill before leaving and went to Ninghui Hall alone. A gentle breeze blew by, softly caressing her face.

Her mother's image constantly appeared in her mind.

Gentle, dignified, and radiantly beautiful.

Thinking like this, I arrived at Ninghui Hall without realizing it. As I stepped inside, I heard Song Yao crying.

"Grandmother, I've been framed! You must stand up for me! Ever since my third sister came back, there hasn't been a single day of peace in the manor..."

"Grandmother, Song Yue shouldn't have come back."

It was Song Hengchuan's voice, filled with gritted teeth: "Yaoyao will definitely suffer if she marries him. Whoever makes the mistake should bear the consequences. Why not let Song Yue marry that scoundrel Han Feng in Yaoyao's place?"