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

Ninghui Hall

The old lady suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and stared anxiously outside.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

Everyone was frightened.

Everyone looked toward the main gate and saw Princess Jia Hua arriving in a grand procession, accompanied by two other people.

The two were only wearing snow-white undergarments; Fan Lianyi had disheveled hair, and the Duke of Jingguo was in disarray.

Seeing this, the old lady wished she could faint immediately.

Madam Fan was also completely bewildered. After a moment of thought, she realized what was going on and rushed forward without saying a word, slapping Fan Lianyi hard across the face: "Foolish thing, how could you be so bewitched and led astray? You are the eldest daughter of the Fan family, and you have devoted yourself to cultivation for twenty years, without any desires or wants. Who is threatening you from behind?"

Fan Lianyi was beaten and also received a warning from Old Madam Fan. She bit her lip and remained silent.

"How dare you!" Xiu Shu stepped forward and scolded, "How dare you be so disrespectful in front of the princess? Do you have a death wish?"

Perhaps the embroidery was too sharp, for it frightened Old Madam Fan so much that she retreated repeatedly and stammered as she looked at Princess Jiahua.

To their surprise, the other party completely ignored them and walked straight up to the old lady.

The old lady stood up unconsciously: "What... what do you intend to do?"

"After all this commotion, it all boils down to that matter. I'd like to do you a favor, Madam, I need to see the person."

"Who are you meeting?" Old Madam Fan asked boldly.

Princess Jia Hua shouted, "Slap him!"

Snapped!

A slap landed hard on Madam Fan's mouth.

Madam Fan was so badly hit that she stumbled and fell into a chair, staring at Xiu Shu in horror.

The old lady glanced at the beaten old lady Fan, her heart sinking to the bottom. She smiled bitterly, "Did it have to come to this? She's just a concubine, it won't affect you."

Princess Jia Hua's face turned ashen: "Since the Grand Madam insists on pretending to be confused, then I will have no choice but to let you experience the pain of a parent outliving their child."

"You!" The old lady choked with emotion.

She knew who the other person was referring to.

It's unclear who notified Song Hengchuan, but he rushed in and the first thing he saw was Fan Lianyi, dressed in thin clothes, being pressed to the ground by the old woman.

Song Hengchuan was immediately annoyed: "What is this? My aunt is a guest of the household. How can you treat her like this?"

After saying this, Song Hengchuan pushed the old woman away, bent down to help Fan Lianyi up, and had someone bring her clothes to put on her.

The movements are done in one go.

He didn't even look up, nor did he pay attention to the situation on the scene.

Seeing that Princess Jia Hua's face was growing increasingly grim, the Grand Madam cleared her throat: "Brother Chuan!"

Song Hengchuan then looked around and found that there were quite a few people present, especially Princess Jiahua, whose eyes made him feel uneasy. He then looked at the Duke of Jingguo, whose clothes were disheveled, and guessed something. He softened his tone and said, "Princess, my cousin and father's relationship ended in regret. Why don't you help them achieve their happiness? My cousin will not pose any threat to you."

Princess Jia Hua gave a strange smile: "Blood is thicker than water after all."

The others didn't notice anything amiss with what she said, but Fan Lianyi understood it. She looked up in surprise, then thought about it again and realized it was impossible.

That matter was handled very discreetly back then, and absolutely no one would know about it.

Princess Jiahua bent down and sat down, taking out a string of Buddhist prayer beads from somewhere in her hand. She held them in her palm and gently turned them, her rapid breathing gradually calming down.

“Mother.” Song Yue stood behind Princess Jia Hua and gently squeezed her hand.

She wanted to offer comfort, but didn't know where to begin.

Moreover, it was clear that Princess Jia Hua was even more nervous, as her shoulders were trembling.

She knew her mother was worried, and if she asked and received news of his death, her mother would definitely not be able to accept it.

Princess Jiahua grasped Song Yue's hand, took a deep breath, and suddenly looked at Duke Jingguo: "I will only ask you one question: where is he!"

The Duke of Jingguo felt a tightness in his throat, and his heart grew increasingly uneasy.

“Princess, you can’t bully people like this. Father is your husband.” Song Hengchuan said shamelessly, with most of his body shielding Fan Lianyi behind him.

Princess Jia Hua suddenly raised her head and stared at Song Hengchuan with eyes full of hatred, her murderous intent undisguised, which frightened Song Hengchuan so much that his whole body stiffened.

My mother is actually going to kill me.

"Let Lianyi and Chuan Ge'er leave the capital, and I'll tell you," Duke Jingguo said slowly.

Princess Jia Hua sneered: "Guards, hold Fan Lianyi and Song Hengchuan down and beat them to death with sticks!"

The Imperial Guards stepped forward and restrained the two men.

The Duke of Jingguo panicked; "Don't you want to know the truth?"

"Song Kaifeng, you have no right to negotiate with me. If I cannot get the truth out of you today, I will surely massacre the Duke of Jingguo's mansion!"

Princess Jia Hua slammed her hand on the table and stood up, her imposing manner causing everyone to tremble. The unaware of the truth, Old Madam Fan quickly looked at the Grand Madam: "Eldest sister, what exactly is going on?"

Seeing that things had escalated to this point and there was no point in denying it, the old lady quickly said, "Jiahua, don't let this lead to someone's death. Some things are truly unavoidable, so please don't blame us."

"After you left, Chuan-ge fell ill and never recovered. We consulted many imperial physicians, but none of them could cure him. In desperation, a traveling doctor came to our door and said that Chuan-ge's fate was solitary and unlucky, and he was not suitable to stay in the Duke of Jing's mansion. He had to be sent away, otherwise he would not survive. Therefore, I had no choice but to send Chuan-ge to another mansion to be raised. However, at that time, the Duke of Jing's mansion was regarded as a thorn in the side. Losing an eldest son would inevitably arouse suspicion. So, I took it upon myself to find Mao-ge and have him impersonate Chuan-ge. When Chuan-ge is older, he can be changed back to his original identity."

The old lady was in tears, sobbing uncontrollably as she spoke.

Song Hengchuan's eyelids twitched: "Grandmother, what Chuan-ge'er, what Mao-ge'er, aren't I just Chuan-ge'er?"

"You, you are Mao-ge'er, born of Lianyi." The Grand Madam had no choice but to acknowledge Song Mao's identity.

Song Hengchuan was stunned. He turned around and looked at Fan Lianyi behind him: "You, you're my biological mother?"

Fan Lianyi's face turned pale. She hadn't expected the Grand Madam to admit it so bluntly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed into Song Hengchuan's arms: "Mao'er, my Mao'er, your mother was forced into this situation."

Instead of disappointment, Song Hengchuan smiled and said, "No wonder I felt so close to you when I first saw you, Mother! You are my mother!"

"Ahem!" the old lady quickly reminded her.

Song Hengchuan, now known as Song Mao, regained his senses, his tall figure completely blocking Fan Lianyi from view.

“I know that my mother was originally going to marry my father as his principal wife. It was the princess who took advantage of her status to forcibly take the position of principal wife. My mother had no choice but to leave the Duke of Jingguo’s mansion. In fact, it’s not my mother’s fault.” Song Mao raised his head and spoke with a straight face.

The old lady did not refute this.

Tao was furious and said, "Your mother is pregnant and you still have the nerve to talk back? You, a son born to a concubine, have occupied the status of the eldest son for so many years, enjoying a life of luxury, and you still dare to shout here!"

Song Mao was speechless.

Princess Jia Hua slowly stood up, her gaze meeting Song Maoping's: "Yes, how could I not be glad that you are not my biological son? No wonder I felt extremely disgusted when I first saw you."

"You!" Song Mao's face flushed red, then he suddenly realized, "No wonder the princess has been so hostile towards me, constantly suppressing and belittling me. It turns out she already knew the truth!"

Hearing Song Mao turn the tables on her, Princess Jia Hua laughed in anger.

A crisp laugh echoed through the hall.

The Dowager Lady finally couldn't help but step forward and slap Song Mao on the shoulder: "You good-for-nothing, the princess is your legal mother, how dare you talk back to your legal mother like this?"

“She doesn’t deserve it…” Song Mao disliked Princess Jia Hua from the beginning. Ever since he was old enough to understand, he had heard a lot of rumors about how her mother was.

When the person finally returned, not a single one of them showed him any kindness. Song Mao couldn't be more eager to sever all ties with Princess Jia Hua.

"Enough!" Princess Jiahua interrupted the tug-of-war, her eyes sharp: "I'll ask you one more time, where exactly is my Chuan'er!"

The Dowager Lady and the Duke of Jingguo exchanged glances, feeling somewhat guilty.

Princess Jiahua winked at Xiushu.

"Attack!" Xiu Shu ordered.

The Imperial Guards raised their wooden sticks and struck Fan Lianyi and Song Mao hard.

The heavy wooden stick struck her back with a dull thud. Fan Lianyi, who was already frail, lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

“Dead, already dead,” the Duke of Jingguo blurted out.

"Feng'er!" the old lady hurriedly called out.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath.

The old lady's heart nearly jumped out of her throat as she looked at the person behind her in fear.