The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun may look frail, but she is actually very resilient.

When she straightens her face, her brows and eyes reveal a coldness, and her watery eyes seem to hide a sharp blade, sending chills down one's spine.

She not only said it, but she also did it.

Song Wenhui, a nobody, is utterly insignificant in front of her.

With just a little trickery, she was left wishing for death.

A hint of fear flashed in Wu Ruyu's eyes, but at the same time, she felt admiration.

She thought she was very capable, but she was no match for Song Wenjun.

"So what do you plan to do with her?" Wu Ruyu asked again.

"If she likes the woodshed, let her stay there until she gets tired of it." Song Wenjun's meaning was clear: Song Wenhui wouldn't be able to leave until she suffered enough.

Song Wenjun turned and walked out, and Wu Ruyu followed behind her and saw her to the door.

She encountered Xiao Ji, who was returning from outside. When he saw Song Wenjun there, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Song Wenjun knew that he intended to get close to Qin Qing, but she didn't know what she had said to Wu Ruyu.

"Husband, you're back?" Wu Ruyu stepped forward happily, her eyes almost overflowing with affection: "This is Madam Song, the young mistress of the Marquis's mansion. I took you to the spring banquet last time, so you should know her."

Song Wenjun smiled meaningfully at Xiao Ji, saying, "Young Master Xiao has truly married a wonderful wife; all the women in the capital envy her."

Xiao Ji blushed at those words. He forced a smile and then made an excuse to slip away.

Wu Ruyu said, puzzled, "My husband is not usually like this. He is shy when he sees Sister Song today."

Her words were too probing; she probably suspected that Song Wenjun and Xiao Ji had something going on.

Song Wenjun sighed and said, "I'm afraid Prince Xiao is still angry that I took the female physician he wanted to hire, which is why he holds a grudge against me."

"Medical woman?"

"It's that female physician in my household that you mentioned to me. The young master was impressed by her medical skills and offered to hire her with a monthly salary of five taels of silver, but I managed to snatch her back to the household."

Wu Ruyu's face showed a look of sudden realization, and her eyes became sincere as she looked at Song Wenjun: "Don't take it to heart. If my husband has done anything wrong, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"What are you saying? If anyone should apologize, it should be me."

As they were talking, Song Wenjun had already reached the entrance of the Duke's mansion, and then boarded the carriage as Wu Ruyu watched her go.

Wu Ruyu clasped her hands together in front of her chest, carefully pondering Song Wenjun's words.

A female doctor was fought over by Xiao Ji, and after a long while she gave a cold smile.

Either the woman had designs on marrying into wealth, or her good husband had other ideas.

But given Song Wenjun's open and honest manner in revealing all the woman's information, it's highly likely that it was the latter.

Men, they're all the same.

Wu Ruyu turned back to the mansion and questioned Xiao Ji's servant in detail. Sure enough, it was almost exactly as Song Wenjun had said.

She immediately gave the accountant an order: from now on, Xiao Ji would need her approval to withdraw any more money; otherwise, he could forget about taking it.

Without money, let's see how he continues his extravagant lifestyle.

Song Wenjun returned to the Marquis's residence in a carriage, and had barely sat down to catch her breath.

Gao and Uncle Song couldn't wait to surround them: "Where's Wenhui?"

"The Duke's mansion won't release him." Song Wenjun picked up her teacup and took a small sip, her face full of weariness.

Uncle Song and Madam Gao looked at her nervously and urged, "This, how is this possible? You are the wife of a Marquis, surely the Duke's Mansion will give you face?"

"That's right, you've been gone for so long, how could we not let you bring them back?"

"Wenjun, tell me honestly, did you never even think about saving Wenhui?" Uncle Song put pressure on Song Wenjun with the air of an elder: "Back then, it was your aunt and I who raised you, took care of your food and clothing, and gave you shelter from the wind and rain. Now that you've grown up, you look down on us, don't you?"

Madam Gao sniffed and chimed in, "That's right. In my opinion, you're just jealous of your sister. She's prettier than you and will definitely marry into a wealthy family in the future. You're just envious."

The two of them talked more and more outrageously, and Xiao Tao was so angry that her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

If they weren't elders, she would have punched them both long ago.

How could they possibly act like elders in front of Song Wenjun, relying on their age and seniority?

Song Wenjun, however, remained calm and composed, her face showing no emotion.

After Uncle Song and Madam Gao finished speaking, she spoke softly, "Are you finished?"

Her face was completely calm; she showed no anger, not even displeasure.

Gao and Uncle Song were slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't Song Wenjun have asserted her status as the lady of the Marquis's mansion, gotten angry, and then angrily kicked them out?

Then they can run to the gate of the Marquis's mansion and make a huge scene.

Look at where she puts her face.

But Song Wenjun didn't get angry, so they felt like they had punched cotton, powerless to do anything.

"What kind of attitude is this...?"

Uncle Song was about to jump up and curse when Song Wenjun quietly uttered, "If you continue to make a scene, then Sister Wenhui may never come back."

Immediately, Uncle Song and Madam Gao were as if they had been choked, unable to utter a single word.

The two looked at each other, their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Finally, Uncle Song uttered a single sentence: "What do you mean by that?"

“It means exactly what it says.” Song Wenjun put the teacup back on the table, straightened her sleeves and looked at the two of them: “I spent the whole day dealing with the Third Miss at the Duke’s mansion. Even if I didn’t do anything, I still put in the effort. It’s one thing for Second Uncle and Second Aunt not to be grateful, but they even used hurtful words. Since you’ve torn off all pretense of civility, I won’t be polite to you anymore.”

"What do you mean?" Gao was clearly flustered.

Song Wenjun smiled gently and said, "When my parents passed away, the family property they left behind was enough for my elder brother and me to live out the rest of our lives. But when we came of age, we only received a dozen or so taels of silver. None of the properties and shops were handed over to us. I would like to ask my second uncle, where did all those properties go?"

These few words made Uncle Song break out in a cold sweat.

He forced a smile and said, "Industry? What industry? When my elder brother died, he left behind a house, but the shop had been losing money for years and owed a lot of money to merchants. I had to sell the shop to pay off the debts. You were too young to know any of this. Don't believe everything you hear. We are family. You can't listen to what others say and stab us in the back."

"That's right. After raising you for so many years, even a dog would know to wag its tail, but you have the audacity to bite us back."

"Even after you became the Lady of the Marquis's Mansion, we never asked you for anything. Your aunt burns incense and prays to Buddha for your safety every day. Song Wenjun, how can you do this to us?"