My wife wants a divorce; if she ruins my life, I'll leave.

In the capital city, there is a building called the Shadowless Pavilion, meaning that it appears and disappears without a trace, yet knows everything under heaven. Every year at the end of the year, the ten most virtuous gentlemen of the capital are selected, and Song Chen'an was fortunate enough to be selected as the tenth last year.

People in the capital city highly regard the Wuyinglou (Shadowless Pavilion), and anyone selected by it will be noticed by the imperial court, with the most talented being admitted through special exceptions.

Song Chen'an was startled. How could he forget that at the end of the year, there was not only the Ministry of Personnel's assessment, but also the Wuyinglou's evaluation.

He finally managed to squeeze into the list of the Ten Young Masters, and he can't be removed from it because of some trivial family matter!

Thinking of this, Song Chen'an looked at the righteous Meng Ruohua again, carefully recalling her words, and unconsciously began to believe her. His sister had always been willful, and it was not impossible for her to be verbally abusive, while Granny Li, relying on being an old servant of their mother, was quite arrogant and domineering.

He looked at the second wife at the head of the table and bowed slightly awkwardly. "Mother, Meng is right. Family members should be disciplined. My younger sister is young and should be taught manners properly."

Song Tian stared wide-eyed, looking incredulous, and then shouted, "Brother! How am I not polite?"

"Shut up!" Song Chen'an snapped impatiently. "Look at you, shouting like that! What kind of behavior is this?"

"Mother~" Song Tian ran to the Second Madam, hugged her arm and shook it, "My brother is bullying me on behalf of outsiders!"

When the second wife saw that Meng Ruohua had persuaded her son with just a few words, her disgust for her intensified!

However, considering her son's year-end assessment and the selection process for Wuyinglou, the second wife was also worried that she would hold him back.

After all, it was an honor for her that her son could be among the Ten Young Masters, and everyone would praise him when she went out!

but……

She hit Tian'er and then pushed me down, how can we just let this go!

"Go and invite the Second Master over!"

Granny Li volunteered and went quickly, not at all like a nanny in her forties.

Meng Ruohua sat back down, which angered the second madam so much that she slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Meng, did I tell you to sit down?"

Meng, Meng, my mother has a name!

Song Tian and Song Chen'an sat calmly, with the former constantly smiling smugly at her.

"Madam didn't say I couldn't sit down!"

It's already kind of you that I didn't say you couldn't sit in my chair!

The second wife was so choked up that she couldn't catch her breath for a long time.

A short while later, footsteps sounded outside the door, and everyone immediately looked out.

In a few breaths, Granny Li's plump body appeared at the door.

She bowed and replied uneasily, "Master has gone out to meet friends and hasn't returned yet."

Meng Ruohua raised an eyebrow and smiled at Song Tian, ​​saying casually, "Let's send someone to look for her. It's so dark, she might fall."

Song Chang, the second master of the Song family and Song Chen'an's biological father, is currently the fifth-rank Vice Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, a lowly and insignificant position. He loves poetry and books but despises the current eight-legged essay examination. After studying for many years, he barely passed the examination and became a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examination). He entered the Court of Imperial Sacrifices with the protection of his ancestors, but after many years, he has only been promoted to the fifth rank.

He prided himself on being a romantic and often traveled with scholars and poets, enjoying the scenery, drinking wine, and composing poetry. It was also common for him to stay out all night.

Once, the second master got so drunk that his two servants, who weren't holding him, suddenly fell straight down, his head immediately cracked open, and his face was covered in blood. The second mistress was so frightened that her limbs went weak, and she was only relieved after the doctor bandaged him up and confirmed that he was alright.

Fortunately, the injury was on his head, and with his hair tied up, the scar wasn't visible. If he had accidentally bumped his face and left a scar, he would have lost his official position!

Although his official rank was not high, the second wife always felt that her husband was a man of great literary talent and ambition, and that he would surely rise to great heights in the future and earn her an imperial title.

Upon thinking of this, he couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly instructed Song Chen'an, "Go find your father!"

Song Chen'an agreed, left Qingfeng Courtyard, summoned his personal servant Mo Yu and gave him some instructions, and then returned to Qingfeng Courtyard.

"Chen'er, why are you back? Did your father return?"

"No, I sent people out to look for him." Seeing his mother's displeasure, Song Chen'an added, "What could possibly happen to Father? He's not without people around him, and Ning Shuang is pregnant!"

Meng Ruohua's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Yes, Aunt Lü Ningshuang is still giving birth!

The second madam glared angrily at Meng Ruohua, then got up to go see Aunt Lü. "Meng, since you're not going to the ancestral hall, just stay in Qingfeng Courtyard for the next couple of days. Don't go out unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Her tone was cold and hard, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Making Meng Ruohua kneel and recite scriptures in the ancestral hall was not entirely to prevent her from using underhanded tactics; the main purpose was to properly discipline her!

Which new bride doesn't have to endure a few years of hardship after entering the family?

Back then, she was often forced by her mother-in-law to kneel and recite scriptures in the ancestral hall. She endured this rule for more than ten years until her mother-in-law passed away.

Meng Ruohua smiled coldly. "You want to put me under house arrest?"

There are no doors!

The Second Madam doesn't mention the kneeling ceremony. Knowing that she's deliberately hiding it from Song Chen'an, will she let her have her way?

So Meng Ruohua pretended to be puzzled and asked, "I didn't understand before either. It's neither a festival nor anyone's death anniversary, so why am I being asked to kneel and recite scriptures in the ancestral hall?"