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The sudden turn of events startled everyone.

At the moment of the explosion, debris flew everywhere, and everyone instinctively dodged to avoid it. Fortunately, the explosion was not very powerful.

But after that loud bang, everything returned to calm.

"Old Marquis..."

The steward saw Lord Song lying on the ground.

At his shout, everyone turned to look, and the image of Old Master Song being blown away flashed through their minds, causing them to swallow hard.

He was lying on the ground, motionless.

Is he... dead?

No one dared to go up and investigate, except for the Marquis of Yongning.

Marquis Yongning strode forward and squatted down beside him. Before he could even check Marquis Song's breathing, the old Marquis coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

not dead!

This was exactly what Song Qingning expected.

There are still things to settle; we can't let him die so easily.

Therefore, she had her men reduce the amount of gunpowder in the previous traps and improve the mechanism so that it would not be triggered unless the weight on the step was below the threshold.

Conversely, once the weight is exceeded, this is the situation we are in now.

Song Qingning glanced at Liu Shi and Song Qingyan, both of whom seemed to be still in a daze, unable to understand why the situation had turned out this way.

"Grandfather, how badly are you hurt?" Song Qingning stepped forward to ask.

Lord Song was not killed in the explosion, but he was seriously injured.

He was lying on the ground, his bones felt like they were all broken. Marquis Yongning tried to help him up, but as soon as he moved, intense pain shot through his body.

Lord Song was in so much pain that he grimaced and kept telling people not to touch him, while also calling for a doctor.

But where are the doctors in this cemetery?

They could only leave him lying on the ground to catch his breath, and then let him lean against the altar.

"How could such a thing happen? The ancestral tombs have been blown up. I've heard that the ancestors punished their descendants for their lack of virtue. Could it be that..."

Among the clan's uncles and elders, someone uttered a remark, and everyone's expressions varied.

The ancestors punished them, but no one was harmed except for Lord Song.

What does this mean?

The answer to who is the immoral person is obvious.

Lord Song looked disheveled, and his face was ashen.

Song Qingning observed this, climbed the steps to examine the area, and then said, "There's gunpowder; it was deliberate!"

Upon hearing this, Lord Song concluded that since it was man-made, it had nothing to do with any punishment from his ancestors.

"Man-made? Who? Who is trying to kill me?"

Despite the pain, Lord Song instructed Marquis Yongning, "Eldest son, you must investigate and find the person who tried to harm me, and punish them severely!"

He added, "I've always been a good person, doing good deeds and never offended anyone. Who would be so heartless..."

Today should have been his moment of glory, but it has turned into the situation he is in now.

Lord Song hated the person who wanted to harm him.

He tried hard to recall who wanted to harm him, and he was certain it was one of his own people who couldn't stand to see him doing well.

Lord Song leaned against the altar, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before finally settling on Lady Liu.

"The Liu family!" said Lord Song in a deep voice.

Startled, Liu regained her senses and couldn't hide the guilt in her eyes.

Lord Song narrowed his eyes, becoming even more suspicious.

Just then, someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise, "Young Miss..."

The shout startled everyone. They looked over and saw a woman dressed as a maidservant covering her face, trying to escape in a panic.

But as soon as she turned around and took a few steps, someone blocked her way.

"Young Miss, it really is you!"

The person who stopped Song Qingyan was Hong Yuan.

Hong Yuan exclaimed in surprise, and then grabbed Song Qingyan's wrist.

"Let me go!" Song Qingyan gritted her teeth and tried to break free, but then her other hand was grabbed by another person.

It's a water chestnut!

The maidservant beside Song Qingning.

In that instant, something flashed through Song Qingyan's mind. While she was still in a daze, Hongyuan and Hongling pulled her and pushed her forward.

Everyone frowned when they saw her.

"What are you doing here?" Old Marquis Song asked first.

He handled all the ancestral worship arrangements himself, and Song Qingyan was not among those who came.

Moreover, since Song Qingyan's impersonation of Mingyuexian was exposed, he has rarely seen her, and he no longer considers Song Qingyan as a member of the Song family.

People who shouldn't be here are here.

They even disguised themselves as servants.

It raises suspicion.

"Song Qingyan, it's you!" Old Marquis Song glared at her angrily.

Song Qingyan frowned, then instantly feigned innocence, "Grandfather, what did you say? Qingyan doesn't understand."

Can't understand?

"If you don't understand, I'll explain it even more clearly!"

"You didn't want to see the glory of my Song family, or to learn that I came to offer sacrifices to my ancestors because of Qingning's wedding, so you buried gunpowder here."

"You're going to blow me up!"

Lord Song's stern accusations, fueled by anger, aggravated his injuries, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Song Qingyan, however, felt disdain.

She didn't mean to blow him up; he overestimated himself.

Song Qingyan glanced at Song Qingning imperceptibly, regretting that she hadn't killed Song Qingning earlier.

What puzzled her even more was why Song Qingning's stepping on the steps didn't trigger the mechanism, while this old geezer's stepping on them did.

Furthermore, the power of this gunpowder was not as Shen Ao had described, that it was enough to pulverize a person.

Too many questions lingered, but she had no time to explore them at the moment.

The most urgent task is to sever ties.

Song Qingyan gave a cold laugh, adopting a self-deprecating expression.

"Grandfather, how could you wrong me like this? I know you don't like me and wouldn't allow me to come to pay respects to our ancestors."

"But I am also a daughter of the Song family. Qingning bestowed a marriage upon the Prince of Huai, which is an honor for the Marquis's family. I am genuinely happy for her and for the Marquis's family, which is why I came here to offer sacrifices to our ancestors together."

"My grandfather actually wronged me like this before our ancestors; it's truly heartbreaking!"

At the end of her speech, she suddenly knelt on the ground.

Raise your hands and swear an oath to your ancestors:

"If I, Song Qingyan, am truly involved in this matter as my grandfather says, I will surely die a horrible death!"

May they die a horrible death!

Song Qingning narrowed her eyes. A very good wish!

The people were so shocked by the solemn oath Song Qingyan made that they almost believed her words, and even the old Marquis Song was shaken.

But just then, a voice rang out:

"It's her!"

Everyone looked and recognized the man as a servant who took care of the ancestral tombs on the estate.

The man strode forward, pointed at Song Qingyan, and spoke again, "It's her!"

"What do you mean?"

Marquis Yongning voiced the doubts of the crowd.

"last night……"

"Last night I saw her sneaking off to the ancestral mausoleum. She even met with a man. At the time, I just thought they were two young people having a secret rendezvous, but now I think it might not be."

The sudden accusation made Song Qingyan turn pale.

She was being careful last night, how could she have been seen?

"I..." Song Qingyan was about to argue again.

But Lord Song didn't want to hear any more from her.

"You, Song Qingyan! It was clearly you, and you dare to deny it!"

"They bombed the ancestral tomb, trying to kill me! Hand her over to the authorities!"

Despite the pain, Lord Song shouted loudly.

He wanted to make a big fuss about this so that people would know that his injury was not due to his lack of virtue or ancestral punishment, but rather because Song Qingyan harbored wolfish ambitions and plotted to harm his grandfather.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Song Qingning interjected:

"etc!"

Old Marquis Song looked at Song Qingning, "Qingning, do you want to protect her?"

Protect her?

How could she protect her when there was such a deep-seated hatred?

Song Qingning glanced at the family genealogy on the altar, then her gaze fell on something among the stone fragments scattered on the ground in front of the altar.

He frowned in confusion, pointed, and asked, "What's that?"