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

I'd like to see if you dare say it's to pray for Aunt Lü and her child!

If you dare to say it, I dare to spread it around and see which lawfully wedded wife goes to pray for a concubine's well-being!

"Of course it's for..." The second madam glanced at the smug look on Meng Ruohua's face and immediately became alert. She paused and abruptly changed the subject: "Your grandfather's death anniversary is coming soon. You should go to the ancestral hall to quietly copy some scriptures."

It's September 23rd now, and my grandfather's death anniversary is in November. It's almost here!

Song Chen'an frowned slightly, his eyes full of suspicion.

But Meng Ruohua nodded seriously, "Yes, it's time to copy the scriptures for Grandfather."

The second wife smiled slightly, quite pleased with herself.

It must be an illusion! No matter how much Meng Ruohua changes, isn't she still just as obedient?

He must have been provoked by Aunt Lü just now!

“However, since it’s the anniversary of Grandfather’s death…” Meng Ruohua turned to look at Song Tian, ​​who was gloating beside her, “Grandfather would probably rather see the Buddhist scriptures copied by his own grandson and granddaughter! Second Master, Third Miss, let’s go together.”

"Why should I go?" Song Tian turned her head away dismissively, refusing without hesitation: "I'm not going!"

The second wife weakly scolded, "Tian'er, shut up!"

This child has absolutely no sense of propriety!

"I'm not going, that's final!" Song Tian finally understood. Not only did she get slapped for nothing today, but she was also dragged into copying scriptures at the ancestral hall by Meng Ruohua. What bad luck!

Without saying a word, she got up and ran out. What copying scriptures? Let whoever wants to copy them copy them!

"Tian'er!" The second madam took two steps to catch up. "Hurry up and catch up, don't stumble or fall."

Seeing Song Tian's reaction and his mother's unnatural expression, Song Chen'an guessed that there must be something going on. He advised, "There's still some time before Grandfather's death anniversary, so there's no rush to copy the scriptures." He supported the Second Madam and squeezed her hand tightly. "Let's leave it at that today. Ning Shuang is still giving birth. We can talk about it after she gives birth."

Oh my, at least someone still remembers that Aunt Lü is giving birth!

Although Lü Ningshuang caused her a lot of trouble in her past life, Meng Ruohua still felt a little sorry for her now. She risked her life to give birth to a son for the Song family, but not a single person in the Song family cared about her; instead, they all came to cause her trouble.

Fortunately, Song Chen'an still cared about it, but he only talked about it and didn't even set foot in Lü Ningshuang's courtyard!

They say going into the delivery room is unlucky, but the baby comes out of the delivery room anyway, isn't that the biggest bad luck!

Today's matter cannot be resolved as desired, and the Second Madam did not dwell on it further. "If you don't want to copy the scriptures, you can stay in your courtyard and avoid going out for leisurely strolls."

Three years into their marriage, there's still no sign of pregnancy!

At Song Chen'an's age, which family doesn't have a bunch of legitimate sons running around everywhere?

Song Chen'an stepped forward to help the second madam up and walked out, "Mother, would you like to go and see? The midwife said this baby is a boy."

"Your wife has never given birth before, if I don't go, who will?"

Listen to this, even after they've left, they still want to drag me down!

Meng Ruohua rolled her eyes without any attempt to hide it, and shouted loudly, "Linglong, Yuye, go and see if the Second Madam has broken the table! 'Smack, smack, smack,' it hurts just listening to it!"

Upon hearing the sound, the second wife paused, turned around to scold someone, but Song Chen'an quickly pulled her away.

"Mother, don't take it to heart. I'll teach her a lesson later!"

Meng Ruohua, with her sharp ears, vaguely heard Song Chen'an's words. Rolling her eyes, she ordered, "Open all the doors and windows; the room is very unlucky!"

Who's afraid of who! We can always get a divorce!

She had originally planned to endure for two years until she found out who was behind Song Chen'an before getting a divorce, but faced with such a stupid and greedy family, she couldn't stand it for a moment longer.

Furthermore, divorce isn't something that can be done overnight. Let's take it slow and collect some interest first!

That night, at 9:45 PM, Aunt Lü gave birth to Song Chen'an's second son, named Song Yu, with the nickname Yu-ge.

Meng Ruohua couldn't sleep all night, waking up in fright many times from her dreams. The thought of her father and brother's tragic deaths, her mother and sister-in-law's suicides, and her young nephew's death from a fever due to lack of medical care caused her a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart.

Breakfast was taken from the main kitchen, and as usual, it consisted of a bowl of congee, a plate of hibiscus rolls, and four small side dishes.

Meng Ruohua had little appetite and could only eat a few bites before she couldn't eat anymore.

"We'll go back to the mansion later and pick up Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu was the cook in the small kitchen in the courtyard when Meng Ruohua was still unmarried. At the time, she was worried that the Song family did not have a small kitchen and that it would be difficult to make special exceptions for the new bride, so she never let Aunt Li come over.

"Has the Second Young Mistress finally come to her senses?" Yu Ye smiled wistfully. "I've been craving Aunt Li's Eight Treasure Rabbit Meat, Jade Bean Cake, Osmanthus Fish, and Plum Blossom Buns for so long... I'm so hungry!"

"You're drooling, wipe it off!" Linglong teased, pointing at the soft flesh on her waist with her finger. "All you ever do is eat. Look how fat you've gotten."

"Are you fat?" Yu Ye asked.

Meng Ruohua replied, "I'm not fat, I can eat whatever I want."

In her previous life, she lived in a small courtyard where the food was scarce and of poor quality. Linglong Yuye was so thin that she was just skin and bones, and her skin was rough to the touch.

Life is hard enough, so don't be too hard on yourself.

Meng Ruohua leaned lazily against the low couch, pondering her future path.

First, avenge the humiliation suffered in the previous life, then seek a divorce; second, find the person who framed the father, help the father and brothers escape the assassination attempt, protect the mother, sister-in-law, and the Meng family, and ideally, deliver a final blow to the person behind it all.

So first of all...