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Chapter 90 Heart-to-Heart Talk

"Hehe, it seems you want to die knowing the truth." Madam Song laughed somewhat unrestrainedly. "Actually, you shouldn't have come back. If you had stayed in that miserable place of Shuangxi, you might have lived a few more years."

But you're back, and I know you're not reconciled. You want revenge, don't you?

Song slowly squatted down and met Wen Mingqian's eyes.

Granny Yang quickly brought over a prayer mat: "Young Madam, please sit down. Your health is not suitable for strenuous activity right now."

“If you don’t want to die with your eyes open, I can promise you.” Madam Song sat on the futon and took out the small porcelain bottle. “As long as you drink this, I will tell you anything you ask.”

Wen Mingqian stared at the bottle in her hand, motionless, and remained silent for a long time.

Song did not urge her, and even enjoyed the silence.

Finally, Wen Mingqian reached out and took the porcelain vase. Her expression was so calm it was almost wooden, as if she had been tormented by fate to the point of being powerless to fight back, and there was no need for resentment or anger anymore.

"Don't worry, it's highly poisonous. Just one sip and you'll be dead within fifteen minutes," Madam Song said softly. "The pain won't last long."

"As long as I drink it, will you answer any questions I ask truthfully?" Wen Mingqian uncorked the bottle.

"I'm not afraid of any retribution, and there's no need to lie to a dying man." Song could be sincere at times, but only when the person opposite her posed no threat to her.

"Alright, I'll drink it." Wen Mingqian said decisively, tilting his head back and drinking the medicine from the bottle.

"Mother Yang, you can go out now! My sister and I will have a few private words." Seeing that Wen Mingqian had drunk the poison, Madam Song felt completely relieved.

"How did you bribe Sang Er? How could you get her to do such a wicked thing for you?" Wen Mingqian's dark eyes were filled with stubbornness.

“Why would we need to bribe a mere girl? As long as we have something on her, we can control her like cattle or horses,” Song said with a pleasant tone, but then frowned slightly. “However, she’s too timid to dare to poison anything.”

"She didn't poison him?!" Wen Mingqian looked extremely shocked.

"Yeah! She's such a coward, she didn't even have the guts to put in a packet of abortion pills. But it doesn't matter, as long as she admits she put them in, that's enough."

"Could it be... that you put the medicine in yourself?!" Wen Mingqian's finger trembled slightly as he pointed at Song Shi, whether from anger or fear, it was unclear.

“Hehe, you’re not stupid. I only added the medicine after the old lady’s servants delivered the tonic soup. Now you understand, right?” Madam Song, like a very patient older sister, had a heart-to-heart talk with Wen Mingqian. “But it doesn’t matter who put it in, what matters is that I really miscarried. And your maid also admitted that she put the medicine powder in the soup under your instructions.”

"But... but even if you wanted to frame me, you could have just said the soup was poisoned. Why did you insist on drinking it? Why did you have to make that child miscarry?!" Wen Mingqian placed his hand on his lower abdomen, as if the poison was already taking effect.

"You're pressing me relentlessly, how can I just sit here and wait to die? If I don't drink it, it's like I'm still leaving you room to maneuver. Given the Gong family's habit of keeping things quiet, they're very likely to let you off the hook. Especially the First Madam, she'll definitely say that thankfully nothing really happened, that your sister-in-law was just confused for a moment, and that she promises not to do it again."

When two tigers fight, neither will survive. How could I possibly show you mercy? Besides, this child might not have survived anyway; it's better to let him go quickly, as a way of fulfilling his filial duty to his mother.

"How...how can you be so heartless?" Wen Mingqian looked at Song Shi as if she were a ghost. "That's your own flesh and blood!"

"So what?! He's just a lump of flesh and blood that has never seen the light of day! I gave him his life, why can't I take it away?!"

You call me cruel? Humph! Wen Mingqian, you're actually incredibly stupid. Back then, all you wanted was sincerity, but did you ever receive any sincerity in return?! Now you want to clear your name, but you're destined to carry this stain for the rest of your life!
I never want those empty things, I only want real wealth and glory! I want everything in the Gong family to belong to me! I don't want sincerity, I don't want conscience.

I only care about results, and I have achieved them. But you won't even see tomorrow's sun." Madam Song looked at Wen Mingqian with arrogance, like a victorious general looking at a prisoner.

"Yes, I was so foolish. I thought that if I treated people with sincerity, I would surely receive sincerity in return. I never imagined that my sincerity would be treated like dirt. Even though I was framed, I was still seen as a poisonous woman." Wen Mingqian laughed bitterly a few times, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Song was in an extremely good mood. The more Wen Mingqian suffered and was defeated, the more triumphant and excited she became!

"Do you remember the first time we met? You didn't even look at me properly. Back then, you were the high and mighty legal wife, while I was a shameless, lowly maid who had eloped and forced myself upon you!"
From that moment on, I secretly vowed in my heart that one day I would pull you down from your high place and trample you under my feet! Song became more and more agitated as she spoke, and simply stood up.

"You used my personal maid to frame me back then, and you still do it now." Wen Mingqian closed his eyes and smiled bitterly, as if he had already resigned himself to his fate.

"Yes, that's because you have a criminal record! Old things are repeating themselves, and the Gong family has long lost patience with you." Madam Song raised her hand and stroked the flower ornament at her temple.

The fine filigree brushed across her fingertips, cool and heavy, just like the secret she kept hidden in her heart, secretive yet proud.

"Ugh..." Wen Mingqian bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood, but she still endured the pain and asked, "But I still don't understand, if this child is not fully formed and there are signs of miscarriage, and you don't have much of a mother-child bond, then you used him to frame me."

But what about Kang'an? He was already a year old. So adorable and well-behaved, you held him in your arms every day, calling him "Mother." How could you bear to take his life?

“You can’t figure it out, can you? Let me tell you, no one but me can figure it out.” Song’s eyes seemed bigger and darker than usual, and her expression was indescribably eerie, as if she were possessed by some kind of monster. “So when he died, no one suspected me, they only suspected you. It’s a dead end, and no one who enters it can escape.”

"Can you...can you explain yourself clearly?" Wen Mingqian gasped for breath and spat out another mouthful of blood.

"That child can't be kept, he's a source of trouble!" Madam Song's expression was a mix of crying and laughing. "Do you think I'm willing to part with him? He's flesh and blood of my own flesh! But I have no choice, he can't grow up!"

"Why...why did this happen?" Wen Mingqian looked at her with resentment. "Don't let me die with my eyes open in disbelief..."

(End of this chapter)