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

Inside Ruyi Residence, Madam Zhou's face was gloomy, and she was furious.

Upon seeing Song Wenjun walk in from outside, he immediately threw the teacup in his hand at her head.

"Madam, be careful!" Xiao Tao whispered, pulling Song Wenjun away. The teacup smashed against the wall and shattered.

Tea and broken pieces were splashed all over the floor.

Seeing that she had dodged, Zhou became even angrier: "You still dare to dodge? Kneel down right now!"

Song Wenjun glanced indifferently at the broken pieces on the ground, looked at Zhou Shi, and asked calmly, "Mother, what do you mean by this? What did your daughter-in-law do wrong to make you so angry?"

The more powerful and wealthy a family is, the more they care about saving face.

While there are instances of mistreating daughters-in-law, they are mostly done discreetly, leaving no room for accusations.

It's quite rare to see someone like Zhou beat their daughter-in-law in front of everyone.

Zhou's chest heaved violently as she pointed at Song Wenjun and yelled, "As the young mistress of the Marquis's mansion, how can you stay out all night? What is your crime?"

“Mother, what are you saying? What do you mean by not coming home at night? Your daughter-in-law just went back to her parents’ home yesterday,” Song Wenjun explained.

But Madam Zhou wouldn't listen to her at all, pointing to the sky and shouting, "You dare talk back? You don't respect me, your mother-in-law, at all! Someone, someone..."

She yelled and screamed, showing none of the dignity expected of a lady of the Marquis's household; she acted like a shrew.

Soon, two old women came in from outside.

Zhou pointed at Song Wenjun's nose and ordered, "Send the young mistress to the ancestral hall to copy scriptures and reflect on her mistakes while facing the wall."

Song Wenjun had already experienced this tactic in her previous life.

The ancestral hall was dark and cold, and her hands were so frozen that she could barely feel them as she knelt on the hard blue brick floor copying scriptures.

During this time, there was also a nanny specifically keeping an eye on things.

As soon as her knees bend, she'll be hit with a stick.

In her previous life, Song Wenjun suffered greatly; when she came out of the ancestral hall, she was unable to stand on her own two legs.

The same tactic was used on her again in this life.

Xiao Tao looked at Song Wenjun with concern, but saw that her face was calm and her eyes were not rippled at all.

Her calmness made Xiao Tao feel inexplicably at ease; the lady must have her reasons for doing things.

Knowing full well that Zhou would be waiting to find fault with her, Song Wenjun certainly wouldn't sit idly by and wait for her doom.

The lady must have a way to solve this.

Therefore, when Song Wenjun was taken away by the old woman, Xiao Tao did not resist and obediently followed her into the ancestral hall.

Zhou gave a cold snort: "As long as I'm in this family, I'm the one who calls the shots."

Who is Song Wenjun anyway? Even if she manages the household affairs, people still have to live at her mercy.

After venting his anger, Zhou felt much better.

She boarded the carriage bound for Huguo Temple, accompanied by her nanny and maid.

Burning incense and praying for blessings is an important matter and should not be taken lightly.

Inside the ancestral hall.

Song Wenjun stood at the door and remained motionless.

Seeing this, the old woman accompanying her coldly reminded her, "Young Madam, you'd better come in quickly, lest this old servant be put in a difficult position."

The sunlight shone on Song Wenjun, casting a soft halo around her.

Her fair skin made her appear even more delicate and tender, and she seemed like a pure and noble flower, sacred and inviolable.

Song Wenjun tightened her cloak and smiled innocently: "Mother Li, how much is your monthly salary?"

Li's mother was taken aback, wondering why Song Wenjun was asking this, but she still honestly answered, "Two ounces."

Song Wenjun took out a gold ingot from her bosom and handed it to Li Mama: "This gold ingot is enough for your family's expenses for a year. Li Mama should know the principle that a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on. Now the household is managed by me. After your mother-in-law passes away, do you think you can still be as powerful as you are now?"

"Ah, this..." A hint of panic was clearly visible on Li's mother's face.

Song Wenjun is the young mistress of the Marquis's mansion and the future matriarch of the mansion.

If Zhou were to die, then Song Wenjun would be the one in charge.

Moreover, she has her son to rely on.

If she wants to settle accounts then, will I still be able to escape?

In just a few breaths, Li's mother's heart underwent a tremendous change.

She didn't betray her master; she simply learned to make choices.

After all, nobody wants to turn down money.

With a broad smile, Madam Li accepted the gold ingots and said with a chuckle, "This old servant knows her mistake. No matter what the young mistress does, this old servant will turn a blind eye."

Her words were very clear: if Song Wenjun didn't kneel in the ancestral hall, no one would dare to say anything to the outside world.

Song Wenjun smiled and said, "Wrong. I will not only kneel, but I will make sure everyone knows it, preferably making it the talk of the town, especially my brother on my mother's side. He needs to know..."

Mrs. Li exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, this... isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Who washes their dirty laundry in public? Isn't that disgracing the Marquis's mansion?

Xiao Tao immediately understood Song Wenjun's meaning and shouted, "Do whatever the lady says. Why are you so useless?"

"Ah, yes, yes... This old servant understands." Madam Li hurriedly and respectfully replied.

Song Wenjun waved her hand, signaling Li Mama to leave.

Then she went into the ancestral hall.

As soon as she stepped inside, a chilling aura enveloped Song Wenjun. White mist billowed from her mouth with each breath, and in just a short while, she and Xiao Tao were completely chilled.

There was no place to sit inside, so Xiao Tao helped her up and asked, puzzled, "Madam, do you want Master Song to come and rescue you?"

Song Wenjun gently brushed the dust off the offering table with her fingers and chuckled, "We have to find an excuse for my elder brother to turn against Gu Huaizhou, otherwise he won't give up on this idea."

Xiao Tao suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Oh, I see. But Madam is going to suffer."

"Suffering?" Song Wenjun raised an eyebrow slightly: "Why should I suffer?"

Now that she has the entire mansion under her control, only a fool would complain to Madam Zhou.

Her visit to the ancestral hall was merely for show.

"What is the lady doing in the ancestral hall?"

Song Wenjun looked up at the ancestral tablets of the Gu family and chuckled, "I came here to tell them that the Gu family is about to fall and be ruined by Gu Huaizhou, the 38th generation great-grandson of the Gu family."

After saying that, Song Wenjun turned and strode away.

The candles inside the ancestral hall flickered twice before slowly going out.

Song Wenjun went straight back to Qiufeng Courtyard. When Xu Mama saw her return, she hurriedly came out to greet her: "Madam is back."

"Hmm." Song Wenjun took off her cloak, and when Xu Mama saw the bloodstains on her clothes underneath, she was shocked: "Is Madam injured?"

"It's alright, Aunt Xu, please prepare hot water. I'm going to take a bath in a little while," Song Wenjun instructed.

She has been exhausted since yesterday.

Her clothes were still stained with blood; she needed to take a bath and rest properly.

Seeing that she was not injured, Xu's mother went to prepare hot water.

Inside the room, there was a faint milky scent.

Yan Yan opened her big eyes and immediately raised her chubby little arms and waved at Song Wenjun when she saw her appear.

It seemed as if she was being affectionate, welcoming her mother back.