After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

"Are you threatening me?"

Song Zhiyuan laughed in anger, "You're threatening me with my mother for Qi Yan's sake?!"

The Song family head said helplessly, "Zhiyuan, you know that's not what I meant."

Song Zhiyuan knew, of course, that his father wasn't doing it for Qi Yan, but a surge of anger still welled up inside him.

Qi Yan showed his talent from a young age. If it weren't for Madam Yuan suddenly becoming mentally impaired and exposing her identity as a demon, the position of young master of the Song family would have been given to Qi Yan by the clan elders.

At first, Song Zhiyuan did not know that his mother was still alive and harbored extreme resentment towards Madam Yuan and her son. When he learned that Qi Yan would become his substitute to protect him from disaster, he was extremely excited.

His mother died because of Lady Yuan, so Qi Yan will be forever trapped in his shadow!

But the good times didn't last long. Yun Zhao, who had always been chasing after him, rescued Qi Yan and fell in love with her instead.

Qi Yan displayed his powerful talent, making a name for himself in front of everyone. In fact, his current cultivation level might even be higher than his.

But so what?

Whenever Song Zhiyuan thought of Qi Yan, he would use the fact that they had a blood feud over the murder of his mother and that Madam Yuan had broken up their family as reasons to despise him and try to use this excuse to forever trample Qi Yan under his feet.

However, Song Zhiyuan now knows the truth: his mother did not die, and even Madam Yuan was not wrong.

The ones who are wrong are his parents.

Song Zhiyuan suffered many misfortunes after his birth. In order to find a perfect substitute to protect his son from disasters, the head of the Song family tricked Lady Yuan, who had secretly left the demon realm, into giving birth to his offspring.

Children born from the union of humans and demons are either mentally challenged and stupid, spending their lives in a daze; or they are exceptionally intelligent and become cultivation prodigies.

The Song family head was betting that Madam Yuan would give birth to a son of heaven, and that this child would become Song Zhiyuan's substitute, protecting him from disasters and hardships.

Now that the roles have been reversed, Qi Yan is innocent, and Song Zhiyuan is the source of all the evil that caused Qi Yan's tragic life.

How could Song Zhiyuan possibly accept this?!

The thought that one day people would point fingers at him and curse him as the young master of the Song family and the chief disciple of the Qingyun Sect was unbearable for Song Zhiyuan.

"Zhiyuan, Zhiyuan?"

Seeing him lost in thought, the head of the Song family quickly called out to him a few times, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zhiyuan snapped out of his daze. "It's nothing."

"I just found out the truth and couldn't accept it for a while."

Song Zhiyuan said quietly, "I've bullied Qi Yan for so many years, but who knew it was all my fault."

The Song family head knew what the "truth" he was talking about was, and he comforted Song Zhiyuan, saying, "Zhiyuan, you don't need to blame yourself. Humans and demons have never been tolerated by the Heavenly Dao. Qi Yan is still alive today, and it may be thanks to our imprisonment of him."

"Didn't you just say that when Qi Yan was forming his core, the tribulation lightning almost killed him?"

"Not letting him cultivate is also for his own good..."

If Yun Zhao heard these words, he would definitely curse the Song family head for having a face thicker than a city wall, saying that even a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul expert couldn't break his face.

"is it?"

Song Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "Is that so?"

“That’s it,” Patriarch Song patted his shoulder. “Zhiyuan, I know you feel guilty. Don’t let this become your inner demon. Just never have anything to do with Qi Yan again.”

“Okay,” Song Zhiyuan replied, “I will listen to my father.”

The head of the Song family laughed heartily, "That's my good son. Don't worry, our family will be reunited soon."

……

Yun Zhao took on a not-so-good job today; she had to deliver food to Master Song, who was imprisoned.

This was a tough job. Although Master Song was locked up, the head of the family did not punish him in any way, but simply kept him in the prison.

The servants were unsure of what the head of the family meant, so they tried their best to meet Master Song's requests, serving him good food and drink.

If the two brothers reconcile, these servants who misunderstood the situation will become Song Er Ye's punching bags.

Seeing that Yun Zhao had accepted the task in a daze, Sun Niang quickly advised her, "Little Yun, you shouldn't take this task. You should quickly talk to Steward Fu and ask him to send someone else."

The child's pastries were quite good, and he received praise from the ladies. Yun Zhao gave all the credit to Steward Fu, who received a lot of rewards.

In return, Steward Fu was much more lenient with Yun Zhao and the other two.

"It's alright," Yun Zhao said with a smile. "It's just delivering food. Don't worry, Aunt Sun, I'll be back soon. It won't interrupt our conversation."

Yun Zhao is very supportive, has a sweet tongue, and is generous. Sun Niang has already approved her joining their gossip circle.

"Ouch!"

Seeing that Yun Zhao didn't take it seriously, Sun Niang felt helpless but didn't want to go in Yun Zhao's place.

Yun Zhao slowly strolled to the prison. After the guards checked her token, they let her in to deliver food.

Song Qingyang was lazily lying on the bed, lost in thought. When he saw Yun Zhao, he glanced at the dishes again and scoffed, "These dishes again? Take them away, take them away. I want Lingyun Eggplant Casserole, Immortal Milk Steamed Lamb, and Fierce Feather Ham and Bamboo Shoot Soup..."

Yun Zhao swallowed hard. Putting everything else aside, Song Qingyang was quite skilled at reciting the names of dishes; it almost made her drool...

It is impossible.

With the help of the children feeding her, her storage bag was filled with delicious food!

Furthermore, Song Qingyang's voice was extremely unpleasant, as harsh as scratching glass with fingernails. Yun Zhao glanced at the guards outside the prison, who were stuffing cotton into his mouth as if they had done this many times before.

Good grief, that's a double attack, both physical and mental!

While Song Qingyang was still reciting the names of the dishes, Yun Zhao couldn't help but exclaim with feigned surprise, "Second Master, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable about food!"

Her words confused Song Qingyang. Shouldn't an ordinary person just put down their food and leave after hearing him announce the names of the dishes?

Song Qingyang became interested, "You little girl are interested in food too?"

“Of course,” Yun Zhao said with a smile, “Second Master, you may not know this, but my parents told me that I could pick vegetables when I was one year old, start a fire when I was three, stir-fry vegetables with a spatula when I was five, and flip the wok when I was seven…”

She rattled off a bunch of nonsense, leaving Song Qingyang completely bewildered.

Seeing that Yun Zhao was about to exaggerate to the heavens, Song Qingyang quickly said, "You little girl, aren't you afraid of blowing your own horn out of proportion and making things up?"

Yun Zhao retorted, unconvinced, "Anyway, I'm nine-tenths knowledgeable about food. The remaining one is because I haven't learned it yet, so I'm not proficient in it. What do you think, Second Master?"

Song Qingyang got excited. "Come on, you, you, get this girl a stool to sit down. I want to discuss the art of food with her!"

The guard's lips twitched.

He knows about the principles of philosophy, but what the hell is the philosophy of gastronomy?!

It wasn't a difficult task. The guard brought Yun Zhao a chair, and after thanking him, Yun Zhao sat down and began discussing philosophy with Song Qingyang across the cell door.

"Captain," the guard said, somewhat uneasy, "should we tell the patriarch about this? Could this person be here to rescue the Second Master?"

The guard captain glanced at the two enthusiastic individuals and shook his head. "Never mind."