How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

After Song Fu left, the first wife was no longer so arrogant.

I just vented to Uncle Ming, and I've calmed down now.

Wearing an outer robe, the first wife got up and poured herself some water. "Ah Ming, tell me, how do you think I should leave this Buddhist hall in a grand and impressive manner?"

Uncle Ming leaned back on the couch, looking completely satisfied.

Hearing this, she simply smiled faintly. "In the past, Song Wenqu tricked you into making a vow. But how did you make that vow? You swore that if you revealed the name of this courtyard, Afu and Xin Mingshan would die a horrible death. But now they are alive and well. So what if you go out?"

The first wife frowned. "Didn't Afu say his father was dead?"

Uncle Ming snorted coldly, "That was just an angry outburst. Don't you know his temper? If it weren't for his approval, how could Song Ren have told Afu about his background? He's kept it a secret for twenty years. Does Song Ren suddenly not be able to keep the secret after raising Afu?"

The first wife then smiled, "You see things clearly, while I was blinded by my own involvement."

Uncle Ming wouldn't listen to her. He grabbed her hand and took a sip of water. "What are you going to do if you go out? Go find him again?"

The first wife gently stroked Uncle Ming's chest, her eyes flickering, "What do you think?"

Uncle Ming was so angry that he couldn't breathe properly. "I've been with you for so many years, and I'm not even as good as him?"

The first wife gave him a reproachful look and said, "You know me. I want whatever I want immediately. Xin Mingshan is the only thing I can't have in my life. I must get him."

Uncle Ming's initial warmth gradually faded, and he silently put on his clothes.

Seeing that he was unhappy, the first wife, unusually, put aside her pride and coaxed him, "Don't be angry. We are from the mountain bandits, and we have been living a life of comfort in the Song family for many years. It's just that Song Wenqu's success today is inseparable from my help back then. I took the lead in eliminating many dissidents for him, and now it's time for him to repay me."

Uncle Ming was already dressed.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"of course."

Uncle Ming put on his headscarf and stepped back into the darkness. "I'll call him over for you right away."

Ever since Yan Ru left, Master Song had been in a bad mood for a long time. So the second concubine came up with a plan and bought him several pitiful-looking female students.

They were all refugees, frail and delicate. Although they didn't have Yanru's looks, they were all the same female students, with the same timid temperament, which is why Master Song gradually developed feelings for them.

Unsurprisingly, Master Song spent the night in the room of his newly purchased concubine. Since she didn't yet have a proper title, the servants addressed her by her given name.

Today's girl is Miss Yu, and Mr. Song has been spoiling her for the past few days.

"Cuckoo..."

A partridge called from outside the window, but where in this mansion would a partridge come from?

Miss Yu had just finished serving Mr. Song and was exhausted when she heard noises outside the window. She felt annoyed and too lazy to move.

Her voice was soft and sweet as she spoke, "Master, it's so noisy outside the window."

Master Song was also lying down to rest when he heard this and was about to call for help when he heard the sound change and something hit the window frame with a "bang".

A sudden thought struck me: I was incredibly annoyed.

Leaving Miss Yu behind, Master Song grabbed a coat and put it on, then quickly arrived at the covered walkway.

At the end of the covered walkway stood a ghostly figure.

He kept his head down, so his expression was not visible, but Master Song was both shocked and furious.

"What do you want? Have you no manners? If you want to find someone, why don't you do it during the day?"

The figure was none other than Uncle Ming. Upon hearing this, he gave a mocking smile and hid his figure in the darkness.

"Your wife is looking for you."

His words showed no respect whatsoever; on the contrary, they were extremely arrogant.

Master Song narrowed his eyes. "What is it?"

"You will know when you go."

After saying that, Uncle Ming turned and went downstairs. With a few leaps, he was gone.

Master Song was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Knowing Liu Biyu was the most shameful thing in his life.

He didn't want to go, but he was worried that the first wife would go crazy. This man had no sense of worldly ethics. If he went mad, all his wives, concubines, and children in the courtyard would probably suffer.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to go there in person.

However, after only three days apart, one should look at a person with new respect.

Twenty years have passed. Does the first wife still consider him the same person he was back then?

The world has changed so much; it's time to take a look at how things have changed.

After carefully putting on his bulletproof vest, Master Song took his trusted aides to Nanyuan.

At the entrance of the Buddhist hall, Master Song subconsciously looked up and saw that the courtyard was quiet and desolate, no different from usual.

only…

He keenly sensed the change.

The first wife no longer seemed as bitter and resentful as before, nor as lifeless.

Master Song stepped into the courtyard, where two sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table in front of the First Madam.

When he came over, they invited him to sit down.

"It's been a long time since we've eaten together."

Song Wenqu didn't sit down, but stood and scrutinized her. "It's been a long time since you've spoken to me so calmly."

The first wife turned her head to look at him. Because she never took care of herself, she looked very old, a generation older than Master Song.

“You are younger than me, but you should be careful to restrain yourself. You are much weaker than last time you came.”

These words were so blunt that they almost pierced Mr. Song's dignity as a man. "What do you mean?"

The first wife looked at him meaningfully, "The literal meaning."

Song Wenqu scoffed, "My toil day and night is far better than you being left alone in an empty room. Do you regret what you did back then?"

When those past events were mentioned, the first wife's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she was recalling the glory days of her youth.

Song Wenqu sneered, "Twenty years have passed, why are you contacting me so frequently now? What is your purpose?"

The first wife suppressed her emotions and became cold and stern again. "I've found the child."

Thinking that Song Fu was still working for him, Master Song remained noncommittal, saying, "Really? Congratulations."

The first wife's expression suddenly changed, her face filled with resentment. "You actually made my child a servant? Song Wenqu, where do you get the nerve?"

Mr. Song was shocked. She actually knew?

However, Mr. Song quickly regained his composure, saying, "That was his father's decision, and I have no right to interfere."

The first wife clenched her fists, but for some reason, she didn't make a move.

She was capable of threatening Master Song with a dagger before, so it's hard to imagine that she would actually tolerate it.

"I want to leave the customs area."

Master Song waited for a long time, never expecting that his first wife would say this.

"Then you may leave."

The first wife sneered, "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about."

Mr. Song retorted without backing down, "You don't want to leave and continue being Mrs. Song, do you? Liu Biyu, you've held this position long enough, aren't you satisfied yet?"

The first wife glared at Master Song and said, "I am your lawfully wedded wife, and this position rightfully belongs to me."

Master Song scoffed, "Have you forgotten why you live alone in the Buddhist hall?"

The first wife frowned. "I helped you with many things back then. Isn't that enough to buy you a title?"

Master Song sneered repeatedly, "You're helping me? Liu Biyu, why don't you just say you're a natural killer? But do you know how many people you've harmed? Besides, do you want a title? You want my Song family's fortune, don't you?"

The first wife was furious. "So you're saying you won't come out to greet me?"

Master Song grew impatient and retorted, "Do you even have any sense of ethics or moral principles? You keep saying you're my wife, but let me ask you, when have you ever taken on the responsibilities of a wife? When you schemed to have a child with someone else, did you ever think that you were my wife?"

The first wife said matter-of-factly, "These are two different things. Our relationship is mutually beneficial. What's wrong with me wanting to have a child with the man I love? Haven't you married so many women? Does having a child with another woman mean you're going to lock yourself in a Buddhist temple for the rest of your life?"

Song Wenqu was almost driven mad by her. "You...you're spouting nonsense. It's common for men to take concubines. Besides, you drank the toasts and tea with every concubine before you entered the Buddhist hall. I was aboveboard, which is better than you forcing them and then abandoning them after they had children."

The first wife's face turned ashen, and she kicked at Master Song, shouting, "You're not allowed to say that!"

Master Song staggered a couple of steps and almost fell to the ground.

After managing to steady himself, Master Song finally caught his breath. "Liu Biyu, if you live peacefully, I will take care of you until you're old. If you still cause trouble, then you'd better find your own way out."

The first wife's face turned ashen as she glared at Master Song. "What if I insist that you come out to greet me?"

Master Song frowned. Hadn't he made himself clear enough?

That's it, this person's mind can't be considered normal.

Master Song snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve.

The first wife watched his retreating figure, a shadow crossing her eyes. "I advise you to take a few fewer steps, lest you make a fool of yourself."

Master Song stopped in his tracks, turned to look at the First Madam, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

The First Madam calmly sat down again and leisurely sipped her tea. "It's nothing, I just gave your son a little bit of the refined Seven Star Begonia."

Master Song looked displeased, seemingly suppressing his anger.

"You're so vicious?"

The First Madam smiled and said, "When I leave the pass, you will personally greet me."

Master Song laughed in exasperation, "Liu Biyu, do you really think I'm made of clay?"

The first wife, however, was not in a hurry. "Let's wait and see."

A short while later, flames shot into the sky from the direction of the main courtyard, and the scene immediately descended into chaos.

"You wait and see."

After saying this, Master Song stormed off in a huff.