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

The ancestral hall was cold and damp. Song Yue knelt on the prayer mat and looked at the dark memorial tablets in front of her. One of them was for her mother, Princess Jiahua.

She got up, picked up the memorial tablet, and smashed it!

The old woman guarding the door was stunned: "Third, Third Miss?"

"The person isn't even dead yet, why put up a memorial tablet? It's so unlucky!" Song Yue pulled out the hairpin from her hair and scraped off all the words on the memorial tablet, then kicked it to pieces before she was satisfied.

The old woman was dumbfounded and didn't dare to stop her.

When the old lady's maid arrived, she happened to see this scene. A look of surprise flashed across her face. Considering the Third Miss's temper, she did not ask any questions. Instead, she said gently, "Third Miss, the old lady wants you to return to Yuehua Pavilion. You don't need to kneel anymore."

“That won’t do, after all, I made a mistake.” Song Yue stood up straight.

The old woman said, "Oh dear, my good girl, you should go back now. How could the Grand Madam bear to punish you? This matter is not your fault."

Having said all that, Song Yue slowly stood up with the help of the old woman; she didn't want to kneel before these cold, indifferent memorial tablets.

The old woman didn't forget to smooth out her wrinkles and said with a smile, "Third Miss, the Grand Madam said that she will personally teach you how to manage the accounts starting tomorrow, and she will also let you take a look at the Princess's dowry."

Song Yue knew this was a delaying tactic, a way to prevent her from causing any trouble and delaying the wedding at the manor, so she kept a close eye on her.

That suited her perfectly.

"Alright."

The old nanny escorted Song Yue back to Yuehua Pavilion, showering her with sweet words along the way. Zhang Mama saw her return from afar and was so shocked by the old nanny's attitude that her jaw nearly dropped.

She stepped forward and looked Song Yue up and down.

"Granny Zhang, I'm entrusting the Third Young Lady to you."

Granny Zhang responded with a soft "oh, oh," as she helped Song Yue inside. Song Yue pulled her hand away and chuckled, "I'm not hurt, Granny, don't worry."

"And what about the eldest son?"

“I’m in the right, and Grandmother isn’t an unreasonable person, so naturally she’ll side with me,” Song Yue said with a smile.

Zhang Mama didn't believe this. If the Grand Madam were a reasonable person, many things wouldn't have happened back then. Her attitude towards Song Yue was just out of fear.

...

"The person has been sent back?" The old lady sat in a chair, holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in one hand, her face serene, while she held a Buddhist scripture in the other hand, muttering a few words.

Granny Liu nodded: "It's been sent back. This old servant said a lot of things to persuade her, but the Third Miss is still young and responds better to gentle persuasion than force."

The old lady also discovered this.

The more forceful the approach, the stronger her reaction.

Granny Liu hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.

The old lady raised her head and glanced at the other person, then placed the scriptures she was holding on the table: "Just say what you want to say."

"Madam, the Third Young Lady smashed the Princess's memorial tablet in the ancestral hall and erased the writing on it, saying that no one is dead, so why put up a memorial tablet? Doesn't she think it's bad luck!"

The old lady paused abruptly, her expression changing slightly: "She really said that?"

"Yes, I heard it with my own ears."

The old lady's breathing quickened, and she suddenly began to spin the prayer beads very rapidly. Her heart began to rise and fall, and she said regretfully, "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then."

Out of pity for the Duke's bloodline, she spared Song Yue's life. Little did she know that more than a decade later, Song Yue would turn out to be a debt collector!

If she had known, she should have smothered him to death herself.

"Send away all those guarding the ancestral hall today, and don't let any rumors get out," the old lady ordered in a deep voice.

To the outside world, Princess Jiahua died of a serious illness, and not many people knew the truth. The Grand Madam then sent Granny Liu to personally convey the message to Duke Jingguo and inform him of this matter.

For the next few days, Song Yue waited at the Grand Madam's place every day, from before dawn to after dark. In order not to see her, the Grand Madam specially set aside a room next door and found an accountant to teach her some basic accounting skills.

Song Yue patiently went through the motions, never missing a day at Ninghui Hall.

That morning, Yun Dong returned carrying Zhangji steamed buns and nodded to Song Yue: "Miss, the matter is settled."

Song Yue was surprised: "It's only the eighth day."

These days, Yun Dong goes out every few days, either to buy snacks or steamed buns, and the housekeeper turns a blind eye to it.

This was to allow Yun Dong to come and go freely, making it easier to send messages outside the manor.

I didn't expect to hear good news so quickly.

Song Yue summoned Zhang Mama to inquire about the wedding arrangements: "According to custom, when will the Duke of Jingguo's mansion send out the betrothal gifts?"

Zhang Mama said, "Miss, it should be ten days before the wedding. The eldest son will personally bring two live geese and the betrothal gifts to the Shen residence at an auspicious time."

Ten days have passed, so there are about five days left.

She took a big bite of the fragrant bun, the taste lingering on her lips and teeth, it was delicious. After filling her stomach, she went as usual.

Ninghui Hall.

Before they knew it, the day arrived for Song Hengchuan to propose marriage.

Early in the morning, Song Yue went to Ninghui Hall. The Grand Madam was sitting in the main hall today and seemed to be in a good mood. When she saw Song Yue, she gave her a smile and praised Shen Ruyun in front of everyone.

"The Shen family is a distinguished family with a history of over a hundred years. They are a good match for our family. Miss Shen is beautiful and talented, dignified, virtuous, gentle and generous. She has also gained a good reputation in the capital in recent years. If she marries into our family in the future, you must respect your elder sister-in-law and not act recklessly." The Grand Madam carefully instructed.

If Song Yue hadn't met Shen Ruyun, she would have believed what she said.

It's still unknown whether Shen Ruyun was involved in the death of the maid, Ju Hong.

"What's past is past. One should be broad-minded and not dwell on this matter. At my age, I only hope for harmony and peace in the household."

After being reprimanded, the Lady allowed Song Yue to go next door to continue learning accounting.

Song Yue was too lazy to point it out. It had been almost half a month, and she had only learned some superficial things. The accounting master only taught her some shallow things and spoke quickly, as if afraid that she would understand. He never let her practice or ask questions.

I'm just going through the motions every day.

In fact, Song Yue had already learned these things, and they were taught by the chief eunuch who had been doing accounting in the palace for decades.

The reason I stayed in Ninghui Hall was precisely for this day.

……

Today, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion is holding a betrothal ceremony. All the gates are open, and Song Hengchuan got up early to prepare. The steward personally brought over two cages containing live geese and handed them to Song Hengchuan.

Song Hengchuan took a look at them. The two geese had bright, alert eyes and looked very energetic. He nodded in satisfaction. "Well done."

The butler flattered, "Young Master, rest assured, absolutely no one will notice."

Song Hengchuan's smile deepened, and when the auspicious hour arrived, he led the betrothal gift procession in a grand procession toward the Shen family.

The two families were only two streets apart, not too far apart, but in order to show respect for the Shen family, Song Hengchuan deliberately took a detour through most of the capital to let everyone know the sincerity of the Duke of Jingguo.

Hearing the praises from the crowd, Song Hengchuan, riding on horseback, tilted his head back and revealed a smug smile, letting out all the pent-up frustration he had accumulated over the past half month.

Suddenly, a lively horn blared from the alleyway.

Accompanied by bursts of firecrackers.

They happened to witness a wedding.

The two sides bumped into each other. Song Hengchuan frowned, and the other party spoke first: "Let's make way."

Seeing that the groom was sensible, Song Hengchuan glanced at the crowd of onlookers and generously asked someone to give him a red envelope.

Bring joy to the other party.

"Thank you, Young Master Song."

The groom was humble and polite, accepting the invitation with a smile. He asked the wedding procession to step aside and make way for them. When the two processions were halfway through, Song Hengchuan's horse seemed to be startled and suddenly neighed, pacing back and forth erratically.

Song Hengchuan's expression changed slightly, and he gripped the reins tightly, but the horse wouldn't obey his commands at all and kept shaking excitedly.

He was already caught in the middle of the crowd, and the horse went berserk on the spot, causing everyone to try to get out of the way.

quack!

A box landed on the ground.

"Ouch!"

The sedan chair bearers were tripped up and forced to stumble backward, which also caused the people carrying the boxes behind them to lose their balance.

boom!

One box after another landed on the ground.

The people carrying the boxes were in complete disarray.

Song Hengchuan was still on horseback, gripping the reins tightly for fear that the horse would break free. However, he had been injured a few days ago, and now the wound had flared up again, making him feel like he was about to give up.

The horse carrying Song Hengchuan began to rampage wildly, and everyone was so frightened that they ran away in panic.

Even the wedding procession was affected, and the bridal sedan chair was overturned.

Seeing this, Song Hengchuan gritted his teeth, pulled out a dagger from his pocket, and stabbed it into the horse's neck. Blood spurted out, and the horse calmed down in pain. Then, its body went limp and it collapsed to the ground. Song Hengchuan jumped down in time, and his personal servant rushed forward, asking, "Young Master, are you alright?"

"Go check why this horse suddenly went crazy!" The first person Song Hengchuan thought of was Song Yue.

If Song Yue does something bad, he won't let her get away with it.