How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

Master Song finally brought his second concubine to Nanyuan, while the other concubines were sent to the estate to prevent them from being killed by the first wife.

When they arrived at the Buddhist hall, they found some servants lying haphazardly at the entrance, some alive and some motionless.

The first wife then strangely moved a stool and sat at the entrance of the Buddhist hall, neither going in nor letting anyone out.

The fire had spread beyond the side rooms, and had even reached part of the eaves of the main house.

Mr. Song had a headache, wondering what this woman was up to.

"What are you all standing there for? Put out the fire!" he shouted sternly. Song Yi quickly called people over to bring the fire under control.

The first wife suddenly said, "You are not allowed to go."

"What trick are you trying to pull now!" Master Song roared angrily. "The Buddhist hall is connected to the flower field. If it catches fire, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The First Madam wouldn't allow any discussion. "I said no, and that's final. If you dare send someone to put out the fire, I'll throw you into it and roast you. Humph, you've probably been eating well all these years; once you're roasted, you'll be dripping with oil..."

The words she uttered sent chills down Master Song's spine, giving him goosebumps and making his hair stand on end.

He felt even more disgusted with the first wife. "This is the Song family's residence, not your bandit stronghold! Put out the fire!"

Song Yi was already indignant, and seeing that the First Madam was still so arrogant, he immediately ordered his men to bring water over.

The first wife glared angrily, "Song Wenqu!"

Master Song was equally adamant, “Liu Biyu, if you’re going to go crazy, go to your bandit stronghold and stop harming my Song family.” Then Master Song threw out a piece of paper, “You have committed every one of the seven grounds for divorce. I’ll give you a chance. Go on your own. I won’t concern myself with anything else.”

The first wife narrowed her dangerous eyes, clearly displeased with Mr. Song's attitude towards her. "You want to divorce me?"

Master Song was furious. He sneered, "You had an affair in my Song family and even fathered an illegitimate child. Now you've set fire to the Buddhist hall. Do you think I shouldn't divorce you?"

The first wife gritted her teeth and said, "Try saying that again."

Master Song sneered, "I advise you to be sensible. Do you still think you're the same imposing leader you used to be? Times are changing, people are changing, why are you so stubborn?"

The first wife was furious. The reason she was so arrogant was that she never took Master Song seriously, but always regarded the Song family as her own property.

How can she tolerate it now that Master Song says he wants to divorce her?

She grabbed Mr. Song's clothes with both hands and pulled hard. Mr. Song was caught off guard and was dragged a step by her.

Suddenly, Song Xin jumped out and kicked away the hand that the First Madam was holding onto Master Song.

Song Xin was tall and wore the robes of a Shaolin lay disciple. His explosive power and speed, honed through long-term training, greatly surprised the First Madam.

She was jolted back two steps, but managed to stand firm. Uncle Ming quickly stood behind the First Madam to protect her.

The first wife was furious, never expecting that Master Song would have such a skilled person by his side.

Song Xin forced her back, his face expressionless, and said to Master Song, "Master, please don't be offended, I just got back."

Master Song smiled with relief and then said, "Liu Biyu, people look at each other with new eyes after three days apart, let alone me? I sent Song Xin to Shaolin to learn martial arts since he was a child, how does he compare to you?"

The First Madam was astonished. Even Uncle Ming didn't know about this. It seemed that Master Song had been planning to deal with her for a long time.

Now over forty, she is no longer the elusive female bandit Liu Biyu of yesteryear. Years of self-cultivation haven't made her better, but they have certainly diminished much of her former sharpness, leaving her lagging behind Song Xin in terms of imposing presence.

A wise person knows when to yield, so the first wife immediately softened her stance, saying, "Since Master has guards by his side, then I won't worry about it anymore." As for the letter of divorce that Master Song mentioned, she pretended not to hear it.

At this moment, Song Yi also arrived carrying a water cart, and the group quickly put out the fire.

Fifteen minutes later, the fire was finally brought under control. However, the left wing was reduced to ruins, and the entire courtyard was filled with acrid smoke.

Song Xin and Master Song walked towards the Buddhist hall, with the First Madam following behind them, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Upon arriving outside the Buddhist hall, Master Song hesitated, seeing the tightly closed door, wondering whether to push it open.

The first wife didn't care about anything else. She kicked open the door, and the carved wooden door depicting the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea shattered into pieces, with wood chips flying everywhere.

The first wife took the lead, walking in with her head held high. Inside the room lay three people, or rather two, because Old Hei's legs were bleeding, clearly indicating that he had been drugged and was stabbing himself with a dagger to stay calm.

only…

When Master Song saw the frail figure lying on the ground,

His brow twitched violently, and his sealed emotions surged up again.

"What happened?" he asked the First Madam, pointing to Yan Ru on the ground.

At this moment, the First Madam completely disregarded Master Song, and even the world around her seemed insignificant; all she could see was the man before her.

Old Black shaved off the beard that covered his face, revealing his true appearance.

His handsome, sculpted face and deep, affectionate eyes—all the words used to describe a handsome man, such as "elegant and dashing," "heroic and dashing," and "sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes," should be applied to him.

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, making him look as noble and elegant as an ancient Greek god.

No wonder the first wife was so infatuated with him, and even the second concubine was slightly taken aback when she first saw him.

The first wife reached out her hand, fascinated, wanting to wipe the sweat from his face.

Old Hei slapped her hand away in disgust, "Get away!"

The first wife was stunned, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly. "Do you still hold a grudge against me? Are you still resentful that I drugged you? But if you really didn't care about me, how could you have been poisoned twice with the same drug? You clearly weren't on guard against me, were you?"

Old Hei stared at the person in front of him in disbelief, feeling nothing but disgust. After all these years, how come she hasn't improved at all?

"We're both over forty, why are you still so stubborn? How many people do you want to hurt before you stop?"

The first wife was startled, then lowered her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were filled with madness. "If you don't want me to hurt people, why don't you stay with me? Look, you threatened me with death back then, and I really did stay in the Buddhist temple for twenty years, didn't I? Why don't you just give in to me? I'll do whatever you say."

Old Hei felt nauseous. He couldn't accept the person in front of him no matter what, and he would rather die than accept it.

Master Song's face was ashen. Even though he had just thrown away the letter of divorce, the fact that his first wife was so openly infatuated with another person in front of him was undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Uncle Ming remained hidden in the shadows, lest Song Xin do anything to the First Madam. But his swaying figure proved that he was not without emotion.

The first wife's obsession with Lao Hei had reached a pathological level; no matter what Lao Hei said, she acted as if she couldn't hear him.

Old Hei's leg had lost a lot of blood, and his face was growing increasingly pale. But his wife, who kept saying she loved him, was completely oblivious to this, only continuing to pour out her heart, as if she wouldn't give up until she heard a response from Old Hei.

Song Fu finally couldn't bear it any longer and squeezed out of the crowd, saying, "If you don't let him go, he'll die."

Looking down, the blood on the ground contrasted with Old Black, creating a strange and tragic beauty.

The first wife glanced at it a few times, but seemed to have no reaction.

Song Fu pushed through the crowd and carried Lao Hei on his back. He didn't want to lose his father so soon after finding out who he was, especially since he had just lost Uncle Ren.

This father of mine must not die again.

As for the first wife, he pretended he had never known.

The First Madam followed closely behind Song Fu. When they passed by Master Song, Song Fu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Master Song, please, for the sake of Uncle Ren's lifelong service to you, take care of his family. I just don't know where the First Madam has locked them up. And Miss Lü, I don't think you would harm her, would you?"

Mr. Song frowned and nodded. "Go ahead. There are some things we haven't finished talking about. We can discuss them after you've been to the hospital."

Song Fu, his face flushed, practically fled with Lao Hei on his back. The First Madam and Uncle Ming followed closely behind, one on each side, like bodyguards.

The farce had temporarily come to an end, but neither Master Song nor his second concubine could relax their furrowed brows.

As long as the First Madam lives, the Song family will never have peace.

However… seeing Yan Ru lying on the ground, Master Song temporarily put aside his other matters.