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

Princess Jiahua's ears suddenly rang, and the image of little Chuan Ge'er appeared in her mind. He was well-behaved and sensible, from stumbling to learning to speak, he obediently came to her side to greet her, his eyes full of admiration, and he clearly called her "Mother".

After leaving Northern Chu, Princess Jiahua's mind was filled with thoughts of her two children.

Having experienced her past life, she resented Song Mao. Upon learning that he was not her biological son, Princess Jiahua was so happy that she couldn't sleep for several days.

Her brother Chuan would never be a selfish person who couldn't even protect his own sister.

Now they're telling her the person is dead.

Princess Jiahua felt a metallic taste rise in her throat and couldn't hold it in. She spat it out with a "pfft," her body swayed, and she collapsed into Xiushu's arms after everything went black.

"Mother!" Song Yue rushed forward.

Princess Jia Hua fainted from anger and grief.

"Summon the imperial physician! Quickly summon the imperial physician!" Tao shouted in a panic.

Song Yue said to Xiu Shu, "First, carry Mother back to Yuehua Pavilion."

Xiu Shu was extremely strong and easily picked up the person and carried them away. The group left in a panic. Before leaving, Song Yue suddenly stopped and turned around, her gaze falling on the Duke of Jingguo.

The Duke of Jingguo felt a chill run down his spine from that sharp gaze.

"Jinyiwei!"

Song Yue ordered: "Guard this place. No one is allowed to leave. Anyone who dares to trespass will be executed on the spot!"

"Yes."

"Sister Yue..." the Duke of Jingguo's voice called from behind.

Song Yue left only a fleeting glimpse of her back.

...

Moon Pavilion

Song Yue took out silver needles and protected Princess Jia Hua's heart pulse. Her fingertips touched the pulse, and as expected, it was caused by anger attacking her heart.

Fortunately, there was nothing seriously wrong.

"Yun Dong, go and prepare the medicine." Song Yue picked up her pen, wrote down the prescription, and handed it to Yun Dong.

"Yes."

Tao asked worriedly, "Is your mother alright?"

"It may injure the lungs and internal organs, but it won't kill you."

Tao breathed a sigh of relief, but was still furious. "A whole family of rotten-hearted bastards, how can they bully people like this?"

They killed the eldest son, replaced him with a lowly illegitimate son who impersonated him, and allowed him to enjoy everything the eldest son should have. Then they turned around and attacked Princess Jiahua.

She wished she could kill Song Mao.

Song Yue's eyes darkened slightly. After confirming that Princess Jia Hua was not in any danger, she stood up and said, "Second Aunt, I'm leaving the mansion in your care for now. No one is allowed to approach Mother except you. I need to go out for a bit."

Tao nodded solemnly, "Go ahead and rest assured."

Song Yue didn't dare to delay and went to find Zhao Zhiyan immediately. Unfortunately, Zhao Zhiyan had left the city on business an hour earlier.

"Chase them!" Song Yue said.

She mounted her horse, gripped the reins, and galloped towards the city gate, her whip lashing high as she relentlessly struck the horse's back.

"drive!"

Dust billowed as we raced through the thorny thickets along the path.

Finally, an hour later, the familiar carriage came into view.

"Eighth Imperial Uncle!" she called out.

The person in the carriage thought he was hallucinating. He rubbed his temples, feeling both amused and exasperated. Why did he keep thinking about that girl?

"Your Highness, Your Highness, the third young lady of the Song family has arrived," the guard said.

Zhao Zhiyan was taken aback. He lifted the curtain and saw Song Yue, who looked travel-worn, with a dusty face and red, swollen eyes. Song Yue pulled on the reins, dismounted, and came to the front of the carriage, panting heavily. "Eighth Imperial Uncle, I have something to say."

Zhao Zhiyan lifted Song Yue with one hand and brought her into the carriage.

"Everyone else, step back!"

The surroundings are quiet.

Song Yue, breathing rapidly and with a burning gaze, began to recount the events of the day.

"Does Eighth Imperial Uncle have any news about my elder brother?"

Zhao Zhiyan turned his head away, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to Song Yue, but Song Yue refused. Song Yue held Zhao Zhiyan's sleeve: "Eighth Imperial Uncle must know, right!"

Seeing the girl's determined expression, Zhao Zhiyan took a deep breath: "Thirteen years ago, your brother contracted tuberculosis and was shunned by the people on the estate. He was thrown into a mass grave while he was still alive. He crawled all the way to the street and met Princess Shen, who recognized Song Hengchuan. She took him back to her mansion and adopted him as her son. This time, I went to Qin'an to see him."

Song Yue burst into tears of joy, her hair a mess, and leaned forward, asking, "Really?"

Zhao Zhiyan was both amused and annoyed: "Why would I lie to you?"

The pent-up grievances in her heart suddenly erupted, and she burst into tears. Zhao Zhiyan hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears.

The more she wiped away the tears, the more they flowed, showing no sign of stopping. Zhao Zhiyan had no choice but to patiently coax her, "The person isn't dead, why are you crying? Once we find them, the whole family will be reunited."

Song Yue sniffed. If her mother hadn't been still unconscious, she would have loved to go with Zhao Zhiyan to Qin'an to find her brother.

Stopping her crying, Song Yue stared earnestly at Zhao Zhiyan: "I will remember your great kindness and virtue, Eighth Imperial Uncle, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Zhao Zhiyan said, "Alright, I'll remember this."

With her mother on her mind, Song Yue hurriedly waved goodbye to Zhao Zhiyan, saying, "Eighth Imperial Uncle, take care on your journey. I'll be waiting for you to return in the capital."

Looking at the little girl who was still crying and sobbing, Zhao Zhiyan nodded helplessly: "Okay."

After waving goodbye, Song Yue felt a huge weight lifted from her heart and hurried back to the capital. The journey back and forth took three hours.

It was already afternoon when she rushed back to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion.

A familiar figure was pacing back and forth at the entrance of Yuehua Pavilion. Shen Ruyun stepped forward anxiously: "Third sister, what exactly is going on?"

"Sister-in-law, there are some things I can't explain right now, let's talk about them later," Song Yue said.

Seeing that she looked hurried, Shen Ruyun didn't want to stop her, so she had no choice but to make way for her.

When Song Yue entered, Princess Jia Hua had just woken up. Her face was pale, her hands were clenched into fists, and her whole body was trembling.

“Mother.” Song Yue stepped forward, bent down and whispered in Princess Jia Hua’s ear, “Mother, my brother is not dead. He is in Qin’an. Eighth Imperial Uncle has already led people to welcome him back.”

Princess Jia Hua's eyes lit up, and she looked at Song Yue in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

"Mother, it's true."

Princess Jia Hua wept with joy, her emotions running high as she embraced Song Yue. "A Yue, that's wonderful! When your brother returns, he will never bully you; he will protect you."

Seeing the mother and daughter embracing, Tao couldn't help but be moved. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her eyes: "It's truly a blessing from the Bodhisattva that she's still alive. My sister-in-law has finally overcome all her hardships."

Tao reminded them that the people from Ninghuitang were still being held captive.

"Killing them would be too lenient." Princess Jiahua felt so angry that she wanted to tear the people of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion to pieces, thinking about how her two daughters had been tortured and almost lost their lives.

Song Yue blinked: "Song Yao went to the Zhennan Prince's Mansion and was disliked. Song Hengchuan, no, he doesn't deserve to use his brother's name, he should be Song Mao. He's used to being pampered, so his brother should trample him underfoot. As for Fan Lianyi, let her be a lowly concubine."

For some, killing is a form of liberation.

But who will repay the suffering she and her brother have endured over the years?

"As for the Duke of Jingguo..." Song Yue hesitated.

Princess Jiahua instructed the embroidered book: "Enter the palace and obtain an imperial edict to depose Song Kaifeng from his dukedom."

"Yes."

Princess Jiahua tried to get up, but her body was too weak. She forced herself to stand up and saw Shen Ruyun lingering outside. Her eyes darkened slightly: "Let Ruyun in."

The maidservant invited the person inside.

Shen Ruyun asked worriedly, "Is Mother alright?"

"Sit down, I have something to say to you," Princess Jiahua said, gesturing to the seat opposite her.

Shen Ruyun lowered her eyes and sat down.

"If you are willing to divorce, I will grant you a divorce decree, give you a generous dowry, recognize you as my goddaughter, and grant you the status of a princess."

“Mother, your daughter-in-law does not want a divorce.” Shen Ruyun shook her head. She was the eldest daughter of the Shen family. If she divorced, no matter the reason, how would her younger siblings get married?

Besides, the Shen family wouldn't agree to it.

Shen Ruyun knelt before Princess Jiahua: "Mother, no matter what happens in the future, I am me and he is him. Please grant me a future and allow me to adopt a son."

She couldn't bear the shame of remarrying after getting married.

So she had no choice but to give up Song Mao, wanting only a future.

Princess Jia Hua nodded: "I grant your permission!"

"Thank you, Mother." Shen Ruyun kowtowed in gratitude.

Ninghui Hall at this time

Everyone was restless and paced anxiously back and forth in the room. Leng Shi looked at Fan Lianyi with resentment: "Sister, you are so capable. You secretly did such a big thing without saying a word. Now you have offended the princess and really ruined us."

Throughout the afternoon, Leng made quite a few sarcastic remarks.

Fan Lianyi lowered her eyes and pretended not to hear.

Song Mao helped her sit down and comforted her, "Mother, your son will always protect you."

Fan Lianyi was deeply moved upon hearing this.

But the matriarch, seated at the head of the table, was not so relieved. Several times she seemed about to speak but then stopped, her tone tinged with complaint:

"Why couldn't they control themselves and had to cause trouble at this critical juncture?"

These words were a complaint against Fan Lianyi, and also expressed dissatisfaction with the Duke of Jingguo.

The Duke of Jingguo awkwardly explained, "Mother, it was all my fault for acting out of control. It has nothing to do with Lianyi. If anyone is to blame, it's me."

The old lady snorted coldly: "Whether it's strange or not is not up to me to decide. Fine, let's leave it to fate."