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"Human, human pig..."

Song Qingyan's voice was almost trembling.

Suddenly, she remembered the urn that had appeared in her mind before.

What's in the jar is a human pig.

Song Qingning wants to turn her into a human pig!

No, she doesn't!

Song Qingyan shook her head subconsciously.

But Song Qingning's killing intent intensified.

Through her embroidered handkerchief, she picked up the blood-stained dagger from the ground. "You don't want to? Anyway, bandits are breaking into the Marquis's mansion tonight. Killing one person won't leave any trace."

This is a threat!

She was telling her to either play this game with her.

Die now!

Song Qingyan certainly didn't want to die now.

Prince Yu was her hope.

"Fine!" Song Qingyan went all out, looking at Song Qingning, gritting her teeth and uttering a harsh threat, "Song Qingning, you will definitely not get what you want. Once I become a princess, I will make you wish you were dead."

Little did she know that in the days that followed, until her death, she would regret her decision that day.

Song Qingning gave her a "I'm waiting" look, then looked at Marquis Yongning.

The large cloak completely covered Song Qingning.

The Marquis of Yongning shouted "Lord Prefect of the Capital," and then the Prefect of the Capital led his soldiers in.

The Prefect of the Capital witnessed Song Qingyan committing murder. Without questioning her, he ordered his soldiers to take Song Qingyan, along with the bandits, away.

After a brief period of noise, the Yongning Marquis's residence returned to tranquility.

Song Qingning handed Song Changsheng over to the Marquis of Yongning for him to deal with.

Before leaving, I saw Lord Song.

Just now, when Song Qingyan returned to the hall, the old Marquis Song followed her. He saw Song Qingyan holding a dagger, as if she wanted to kill someone.

He feared that Song Qingyan would go mad and kill him too, so he disregarded the few people in the hall who had been drugged and only wanted to escape for his own life.

But just as he was about to escape from the Marquis's mansion, he tripped over something, stumbled, and bumped into the stone lion outside the mansion, drawing blood from his forehead.

In his dizziness, someone covered his mouth.

He was outside the hall just now, witnessing Song Qingyan kill Liu Shi and then watching Song Qingning confront Song Qingyan.

Although he didn't hear what they said, he knew that Song Qingyan had lost.

Everything tonight was under Song Qingning's control. Did she also know that Song Qingyan had orchestrated his gambling loss?

They knew, but didn't remind him!

Lord Song was filled with suppressed anger, and because he was also an accomplice to tonight's events, he felt guilty and dared not lash out.

But when Song Qingning went out, her gaze fell on him.

That one glance sent Lord Song's guilty conscience to its peak.

In his panic, he decided to strike first, "Song Qingning, you knew what Song Qingyan was going to do, why didn't you remind me!"

Lord Song's shouts were shrill and unpleasant, his voice cracking.

Everyone in the hall looked over.

Song Qingning had something more important to do: to settle the score with Old Marquis Song later.

I didn't expect him to be so impatient.

Song Qingning stopped and turned around to look.

His gaze was sharp and intimidating. Old Marquis Song subconsciously swallowed, and instantly regretted his hasty attack.

But it was too late for regrets; Song Qingning had already turned away.

"You are an accomplice." Song Qingning's gaze fell on Old Marquis Song.

Just a few words, yet an invisible pressure, making it hard to breathe.

Lord Song was dissatisfied with her attitude.

"I am your grandfather!" Old Marquis Song raised his voice, trying to overpower her with his imposing manner.

But it has no effect whatsoever.

Song Qingning's expression turned icy as she repeated, "You are an accomplice!"

Old Marquis Song's guilt grew stronger, his eyes flickering. "It was Song Qingyan! I was tricked by Song Qingyan! I was deceived by her!"

"You are an accomplice!" Song Qingning's sharp tone was laced with anger.

Lord Marquis Song, enraged and humiliated, shouted, "Song Qingning, I am your grandfather! How dare you speak to me like that!"

"Grandfather?!" Song Qingning stared at the hypocritical, snobbish man before her. "How dare you call yourself a grandfather? You can personally push your own descendants into danger, and you can watch as the lives of everyone in the Marquis's mansion are at stake, caring only for your own escape. Grandfather? Do you even deserve the title?"

"You..." Old Marquis Song's face turned ugly.

How dare she question him like that?!

"Song Qingning, you are a traitor!" The old Marquis Song pointed angrily at Song Qingning with trembling hands.

"Outrageous?"

Song Qingning recalled her past life, when she told him the truth about Liu's child swap and begged him to uphold justice.

road?

Her path has always been in her own hands!

Song Qingning stared coldly at the old Marquis Song, saying each word clearly, "The ancestral mausoleum, or one of the Song family's estates, you may choose!"

"What do you mean?"

Song Qingning did not answer.

Old Marquis Song sneered and roared disdainfully, "You want to kick me out? Song Qingning, you're just a married daughter. This is the Yongning Marquis's residence; it's not your place to make decisions here!"

"Who says she can't make the decisions?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep voice came from inside the hall.

Lord Song turned his head and saw Song Qian coming out, with Madam Lu and Song Shiyin behind him.

Song Qian walked to Song Qingning's side, looked at the old Marquis Song, and spoke again, "My daughter, she naturally has the authority to make decisions about this Marquis's mansion!"

"You..." Old Marquis Song was so angry that he trembled.

He immediately adopted the air of an elder, "Song Qian, I am your father! This Marquis's mansion..."

"Father, have you forgotten whose mansion this is?!" Song Qian interrupted him.

I noticed that Old Marquis Song's face stiffened slightly.

He continued, "If Father has forgotten, I can remind you again that the title of Marquis of Yongning was not inherited from you, but obtained through my military achievements."

"Just because people in your household and people in the capital call you 'Old Marquis,' do you really consider yourself the master of the Yongning Marquis's mansion?"

In the past, Song Qian respected him and rarely disobeyed his father.

He knew his father was hypocritical, snobbish, and vain, but he turned a blind eye to it all.

But today, if Qingning hadn't seen through Song Qingyan's scheme early on, they would all have lost their lives here.

Whether he was used or deceived by Song Qingyan, the title of "accomplice" is well-deserved for Lord Song!

"You, Song Qian..." Old Marquis Song never expected that Song Qian would show him no respect whatsoever.

He was furious and wanted to accuse them.

Song Qian interrupted him again, "If Father still doesn't understand who the master of this Marquis's mansion is, I can also ask to separate my own mansion and become independent, just like my second brother."

Independence means taking the Marquis's mansion with it.

The division of the mansion means separating Lord Song from his own household!

Once word gets out about the branch office, countless rumors will hurl at him, and he will surely lose face.

He can't afford to lose face like that!

"Either you choose a separate residence, or as Ning'er said, you choose a manor and spend the rest of your life there."

Marquis Yongning issued an ultimatum.

Lord Song swayed slightly; he had no other choice.

"I'm going to the village."

This choice was within Song Qingning's expectations.

Song Qingning recalled that in her previous life, it was the old Marquis Song who informed Liu that she had discovered the truth about the child swap.

"Grandfather," Song Qingning called out.

The sudden, slight smile that appeared on her lips gave Old Marquis Song a bad feeling.

"What are you going to do?"