Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 356 If You Stop Me, I'll Kill Your Whole Family (2)

In truth, there was no direct hatred between Song Yan and Song Jincheng.

Rather, the two had practically no interaction before this. By the time Song Yan was born, Song Jincheng had already entered officialdom in Dongling. When he occasionally returned to Ningping to visit his family, it was always Song Hongtao and Yang Miaoqing who received him, and at most, he would see a few of his direct nephews. A son like Song Yan, born out of wedlock, was not qualified to approach Song Jincheng. As for the rest of the time, he mostly spent it fooling around with Yang Miaoqing in the temple.

Since there is no overlap, there will naturally be no conflict.

But who can blame them when Song Jincheng is the biological father of seven of Yang Miaoqing's eight sons? It must be said that Song Jincheng's kidney function is truly remarkable, as he was able to hit the bullseye precisely this time.

To make matters worse, all seven sons had some degree of enmity with Song Yan, especially Song Zhe. If it weren't for Song Zhe's instigation, their mother could probably have continued to feign madness for the rest of her life, though it would have been miserable, at least she would still be alive.

Song Zhe is dead.

What is hateful will not simply disappear.

Song Yan had already killed many people: Yang Miaoqing, Song Zhen, Song Yun, Song Zhe. Each time he killed his enemies, he felt a sense of satisfaction. But this satisfaction didn't last long; it was followed by emptiness. Perhaps it was because he hadn't killed enough people. If he could kill all his enemies, perhaps the emptiness in his chest could be filled.

Song Jincheng is unlikely to stand idly by.

If Song Yan were to target Song Jincheng's other sons again, he would inevitably face a fierce retaliation. The matter between Song Jincheng and Yang Miaoqing might allow him to manipulate Song Jincheng once, but repeated actions would force him into a fight to the death. Even a minister who has cultivated deep roots in Dongling for one or two decades, though increasingly impoverished, still wields terrifying power.

As he pondered this, Song Yan's smile deepened. He nodded slightly in acceptance of Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou's invitation: "It was my oversight. I, as the junior, should have taken the initiative to visit you, but I have troubled my two cousins ​​to make the trip."

Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou exchanged a glance, both able to see the satisfaction in each other's eyes.

Look at this attitude!

Even though he was already a champion, every move and word he made was quite proper, leaving no room for criticism, and he always gave them face in his words.

She couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably toward Song Yan.

Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou weren't stupid; normally, they wouldn't easily believe someone based on just a few words. But they couldn't help it. With Song Zhe and Song Huai as a comparison, the difference was immediately apparent. Even though they were staying at their house, Song Zhe, Song Huai, and Song Yi showed them little respect. An outsider might even think they were the masters of the Minister's residence.

Song Mingyu smiled, stepped forward and patted Song Yan on the shoulder: "We are family. Cousin, you are being too formal. We have lived in Dongling City for many years. Although we do not hold official positions, we still know some people. I will introduce you to them when I have time... Get in the sedan chair. Don't keep Father waiting at home for too long."

As they talked, it got a little late.

At this moment, the entire sky was a hazy gray.

The Lantern Festival has long passed, but some shops still have tiny, flickering lights in front of them.

Song Yan was not quite used to being in a sedan chair, so the three of them continued along the streets where the festive atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated.

Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou clearly wanted to build a good relationship with Song Yan, and they took the initiative to find topics to talk about along the way. When the topic turned to the two poems "Linjiangxian" and "Qingyu'an", the two couldn't help but wonder how Song Yan, who hadn't received much formal education since childhood, could create such poems that were enough to be passed down through the ages. When Song Yan said that he could hear his older brothers reading through the courtyard wall, the two brothers were full of admiration. Just by listening to others read, he could reach such a level. His talent was truly terrifying, absolutely amazing.

They then asked Song Yan why he hated Song Zhe so much. Song Yan then briefly recounted some of the things Song Zhe had done. The two brothers were filled with righteous indignation and said that it was fortunate that Song Zhe was dead, otherwise they would definitely have made Song Zhe pay.

Song Yan just smiled at these words, saying that they were just for show and that if you took them seriously, you would lose.

It was simply because his current status and position were still somewhat useful to the two brothers that he acted somewhat obsequiously; otherwise, they probably wouldn't have acknowledged him as their poor relative.

“Oh, right, Yan.” Song Mingzhou seemed to suddenly remember something, and gently patted his head. Yan was what the brothers called Song Yan. Song Yan got goosebumps all over: “What exactly did you say to Father that day? It made him react so strongly.”

"It's nothing, just some minor things."

Since Song Yan didn't say anything, the two brothers couldn't help but become even more curious. However, they were too embarrassed to ask, so they could only smile, but they were actually quite anxious inside.

When it was completely dark, the residence of the Minister of Works finally came into view.

This house was naturally extremely luxurious.

Having lived in the Fang family for so long, the Minister of Works' residence seemed unremarkable and nothing special.

Song Mingzhou and Song Mingyu then led Song Yan to the guest hall.

The living room was spacious, and the willow charcoal in the bronze stove crackled, dispelling much of the chill outside. In the center of the room was a table with several small dishes, a pot of wine, and a pot of tea.

A figure sat quietly in the main seat of the guest room.

His face was solemn, his expression neither happy nor sad, as if he were deep in thought, his face square and upright.

Perhaps due to his comfortable life over the years, there were few wrinkles on his face, and his complexion was rosy.

It was Song Jincheng.

The large living room seemed somewhat lonely with only this one person in it.

Song Yan smiled and bowed slightly: "Nephew greets Uncle." Song Jincheng and Song Hongtao are brothers, so calling him Second Uncle, Second Uncle, or Uncle is all acceptable. This distinction is quite casual, unlike some places where there seems to be a specific distinction between uncles and aunts, making it more complicated.

Hearing the voice, Song Jincheng looked up and smiled: "Yan'er is here..." He stood up, walked to Song Yan, took Song Yan's hand and pulled him to the seat of honor: "Come, come, sit down, sit down. Today you must have a good drink with your second uncle. It's rare for us uncle and nephew to get together."

Their appearance suggested a deep bond between uncle and nephew.

"Your aunt went back to her parents' home today, what bad luck," Song Jincheng said with a smile.

What do you mean by unfortunate? It's probably because Song Jincheng deliberately chose a day when his aunt wasn't home that he dared to invite me over. Otherwise, if I said something slightly wrong at the banquet, it might cause unnecessary trouble. Song Yan smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll visit you another day."

“Alright, alright. We’re all relatives, we should visit each other often. Otherwise, even if we’re close, we’ll gradually grow distant.” Song Jincheng nodded, then looked at Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou: “You two go to the kitchen and urge them to bring up whatever hot dishes are ready.”

"In the dead of winter, what kind of situation is it to have only a few plates of cold dishes on the table?"

Song Mingyu and Song Mingzhou then accepted the order and left.

Only after the two brothers' figures completely disappeared into the night did Song Jincheng's smile gradually fade. He narrowed his eyes, a cold and eerie light flashing in them.

"Song Jincheng, you don't want others to know about your affair with your sister-in-law, do you?"

The words Song Yan had whispered in his ear days ago tormented Song Jincheng like a nightmare, and he hadn't been able to sleep soundly for many nights since.

Song Jincheng could tell that although Song Yan was young, his thinking was unusually mature, and he was definitely not easy to get along with. Trying to get close to someone like that, building a relationship, was pointless. Therefore, he chose to get straight to the point: "How did you know that?" Song Jincheng was smart, so he didn't deny what Song Yan said. He knew that Song Yan wouldn't have said such a thing so easily unless he had sufficient evidence!

As Song Yan's fingers caressed the teacup, a slight smile curved his lips: "Second Uncle, have you ever heard the saying, 'Every step leaves a trace'?"

"There's an old saying: 'If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place.'" "Suhua Temple, Second Uncle, you still remember it, right?"

Song Jincheng remained silent, his expression slightly gloomy.

He knew about Suhua Temple, of course; a large portion of his hundreds of intimate encounters with Yang Miaoqing took place there. He thought he had been careful every time he went to Suhua Temple, leaving no trace, but he never expected that problems would still arise there.

“The abbot of Suhua Temple is a psychopath…” Song Yan laughed. “This great monk was originally pure and detached from worldly desires, but he accidentally stumbled upon your affair with Yang Miaoqing and couldn’t suppress his restlessness. His personality is a bit awkward. On the one hand, his long-standing faith makes him unwilling to break his vows, but on the other hand, he can’t control his curiosity and desires.”

"Therefore, almost every time you and Yang Miaoqing appeared, that big monk would be in the next room, spying through a small hole in the wall."

“He not only spied on people, but also made a point of taking notes with paper and pen. Over the years, it has become a thick volume.”

When Song Yan first saw that thing, he was quite shocked. The monk's literary talent was quite remarkable. He described the scene of lovemaking in great detail, even including a detailed description of Yang Miaoqing's body.

There are even illustrations.

Every now and then, he would show off his literary talent by reciting a poem or a lyric.

According to Song Yan, this should be the oldest rudimentary publication in the Central Plains. After describing the battle, it is followed by deep self-blame, regret, and repentance. Throughout the article, one can clearly perceive the monk's inner turmoil, struggle, desire, and self-loathing.

Song Jincheng's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The thought that Yang Miaoqing had been seen naked by a monk gave him a feeling of being cuckolded.

Although she was his sister-in-law, Song Jincheng felt that he still had some feelings for Yang Miaoqing. Especially when compared to his own wife, Yang Miaoqing had a graceful figure, fair skin, and knew how to serve people, which was incomparable to his wife.

Damn it, the thought of his affair with his sister-in-law being watched by a monk throughout the city made him feel nauseous, like he'd swallowed two pounds of fly droppings, and he felt an urge to vomit.

What's worse, you monk not only saw it, but you also wrote it down. Are you out of your mind?

What's the point of recording something like this?
Are you a legitimate monk or not?

A murderous glint flashed in Song Jincheng's eyes; he could not let this monk continue to live.

He pursed his lips, picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and forced himself to remain calm: "Besides you and that big monk, is there anyone else who knows?"

"Yes, my father."

puff.

Such a decisive answer was too much for Song Jincheng to bear, causing him to spit out the tea he had just drunk, and his expression instantly became quite interesting.

gloomy.

Repressed.

panic.

This could be the worst-case scenario.

Only now did Song Jincheng finally understand why his elder brother had so ruthlessly expelled Song Zhe from the family register. It turned out he had known all along that Song Zhe wasn't his son. No wonder, no wonder...

Or should we kill Song Hongtao too?

A barely perceptible glint of madness flashed deep within his eyes.

"You told him?" Song Jincheng's voice was hoarse from suppressing his emotions.

"How could that be?" Song Yan shrugged. "I'm not that bored. He himself had long suspected that you and Yang Miaoqing were having an affair. After all, every time you went back to your hometown to visit relatives, Yang Miaoqing would always go to Suhua Temple for a period of time. Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too often, anyone would be suspicious. So he went to Suhua Temple. That head monk is spineless. After a little questioning, he confessed honestly."

Song Jincheng was somewhat annoyed.

If I had known this would happen, I should have been more careful from the beginning.

"Of course, you don't need to worry too much. Although Song Hongtao knows the truth, he still has his pride, so he won't make this public."

Upon hearing this, Song Jincheng's expression improved slightly.

His fingers tapped lightly on the table.

It has a great rhythm.

"Then what do you want?"

Song Yan spoke in a cold tone, his voice low, as if he were simply making a simple and calm statement:
"I killed Yang Miaoqing, Song Zhen, and Song Yun."

“Song Zhe, it was I who crushed all the bones in his body piece by piece in the dungeon.”

Song Jincheng suddenly raised his head. This Minister of Works still possessed a certain imposing presence. At this moment, his whole body trembled slightly, like a tiger that had lost its cub, staring intently at Song Yan. If an ordinary person were to encounter such a gaze, they would probably be filled with dread, and their courage would weaken.

But Song Yan's expression remained unusually calm. He picked up the wine pot and filled Song Jincheng's cup, completely disregarding the tea already in the cup, and looked at Song Jincheng's eyes with a somewhat cold expression:

"Besides those four, I also want the lives of Song Huai, Song Yi, Song Jing, Song An, and Song Lu!"

"If you stop me, I'll kill your whole family!"

Although these five men weren't directly involved in murdering his mother, he had suffered a lot of bullying from them. If it weren't for his quick wit and the fact that he had some medicine, he probably would have been dead long ago. He wasn't the kind of saint who could forgive everyone; vengeance was in his nature.

Song Jincheng stared at Song Yan, his lips trembling slightly. He sensed a murderous aura emanating from Song Yan's words, and he knew that Song Yan meant what he said.

His lips moved, but he didn't want to speak. However... they were all his sons.

Can he really just ignore everything?
This is the residence of the Minister of Works... Perhaps, we can take this opportunity to kill Song Yan?

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy.

He was deliberately provoking Song Jincheng.

(End of this chapter)