The fortune teller's daughter has married, and all the wealthy families in the city are spoilin

Suddenly, a cool breeze stirred the grass on the ground, making it sway from side to side.

The guests were astonished by the juicy gossip.

The girl's expression was indifferent, as if she were merely recounting ordinary things like what she ate for breakfast and lunch.

Upon closer inspection, one can detect the intensely suppressed, yet eagerly overflowing moisture in their eyes.

The Jiang family members who had been blocking the girl's way turned around in surprise to look at her.

His eyes held shock, astonishment, and disbelief.

Jiang Zhou's deep, eagle-like eyes melted into a clear spring, and the gently flowing water rippled in layers.

The matter remained unresolved for a long time.

So that's how she married him.

So it seems understandable that she hates him and only wants to sign a contract with him, exchanging conditions just to have the leverage to end the marriage.

In an instant, all the reasons he had for resenting her collapsed.

What reason could he possibly have to resent her for only caring about personal gain?

No.

He had no reason.

They are not qualified at all.

Anyone can complain, but he cannot.

Song Qingge paused for a moment, then said in a cold voice, "You say I'm your daughter and it's your duty to educate me, but during the 15 years you left me in the countryside to be raised by my grandmother, did you ever think for a single moment whether I was well-fed and clothed? Whether I was bullied? Whether my grandmother was insulted?"

When you were enjoying the wealth and glory of the Song family, did you ever think for a moment that I was your daughter, Song Chengming? When you kept saying that I was crazy and a bad omen, and that I was not as good as your precious daughter Song Qiaoqiao, did you ever think for a moment that you had a daughter you had not seen for 15 years?

"Oh right, you remembered me. When you learned of the Jiang family's decline and wanted to call off the engagement, you thought of me. You thought the Jiang family couldn't hold on any longer?"

Her eyes were cold and sarcastic: "You think the Zhou family's affair is just a last gasp for the Jiang family, so you're exaggerating and trying to use public opinion to completely crush the Jiang family and let the Song family, who have worked hard for most of their lives, stand at the top of Jiangcheng. But you seem to have forgotten that even your first investment in starting your business came from my mother's dowry."

The girl's soft words drifted away on the wind.

The next moment, the light was completely obscured by the gathered dark clouds.

A dark mass enveloped the lawn where the tombstone stood.

Song Chengming's face flushed red. He disregarded his previous image as a successful businessman and a loving father, and in a few quick steps, he raised his hand and slapped Song Qingge directly.

Jiang Zhou frowned and took a big step to the left to separate himself from Song Chengming.

He asked coldly, "Mr. Song, are you trying to teach my wife a lesson?"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, freezing Song Chengming in place.

"I……"

Those sharp eagle eyes were like ice blades piercing from an ice cave on a winter night, freezing people so cold they couldn't move.

Before he could react, screams suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"Ah! She, she, she's going to kill someone! Get out of the way!"

In an instant, the crowd that had been watching the spectacle scattered in all directions, glancing back in terror as they ran to see if anyone was chasing them.

Following their gaze, Song Qingge quietly withdrew her earlier excitement and calmly swept her eyes over.

In the center of the dispersed crowd, a woman roughly tore her hair apart, stretched out her arms, and clenched her fingers tightly.

It looks like the action of choking someone.

She looked at the man who had rolled to the ground, trembling with terror and desperately trying to back away with his buttocks, muttering repeatedly, "Don't come any closer..."

The man looked to be around thirty years old, with well-developed biceps, while the woman had slender arms and legs.

Such a disparity in power could cause the man who was in a superior position to flee in fear.

Song Qingge lifted her eyelids, her gaze falling on the surging yin energy emanating from the woman's head.

He narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a terrifying scream erupted from among the fleeing people.

"Yes, someone's going to jump into the lake! Ahhh!"

"Help! Help me! Someone is grabbing my foot, I can't walk!"

The man next to him trembled, looking down with bulging eyes, his voice shaking: "There's no one there! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

"There really is someone! Someone grabbed my ankle! Help me!"

He reached out to the man for help, and the man ran away without hesitation.

Running and shouting, "The eldest son of the Zhou family has returned to claim our lives! Song Qingge killed him, and he's back to take ours! Run!"

The one who shouted was none other than Zhou Shun, whom I had met at the He family dinner.

Song Qingge stared at him for two seconds, then a smile played on her lips.

Most of the people on the lawn were shrouded in yin energy, except for him.

She calmly looked at the wooden plaque on the tombstone, which exuded an eerie aura, and understood everything.

He took out several amulets from his pocket and handed them to the Jiang family: "Take these and stay here. Don't go anywhere."

He then walked towards the bewildered old man, calmly saying, "When yin energy gathers and evil spirits possess one, it can cause people to unconsciously do inexplicable things, including things that happen wherever old man Zhou's gaze falls."

Old Master Zhou, with his aging eyes, scanned the young woman in her early twenties in front of him.

The eldest son was a good-for-nothing, and his death was simply bad luck; it had nothing to do with anyone else.

Besides, this young girl is so young, how could she possibly have such extraordinary abilities?

He stood with his hands behind his back, leaning back slightly to straighten his posture, and asked sternly, "So, according to you, it really is my eldest son who has returned to claim my life?"

"No." Song Qingge coldly denied, looking at the blackened wooden plaque on the tombstone: "Someone did put that there. The most urgent thing is to get everyone back to their senses, otherwise the Zhou family's funeral might turn into a bloodbath."

If word gets out, the Zhou family will have no chance of survival.

After all, those present today are all prominent figures in Jiangcheng, including representatives from major wealthy families, and especially the Zhou family's rival family.

They've got a handle on the Zhou family, and they really want to tear them apart.

Master Zhou was aware of this as well, and he looked the young girl up and down with a hesitant gaze.

It's obvious they can't be trusted.

Song Qingge raised her hand and waved, and a yellow talisman flew out to the edge of the lawn with a "whoosh".

Just as it was about to rush straight out of the lawn, it seemed to suddenly hit some transparent barrier and landed vertically.

Even the leaves that are blown by the breeze do not drift outwards, but are repeatedly bounced back by that invisible barrier.

It was like a wall, not a single wisp of air could get through.

She slightly raised her finger and withdrew the yellow talisman: "Mr. Zhou, you also saw it. Even a yellow talisman can't get out, let alone a person."

Now, you have no choice but to trust me. Besides, my fees are reasonable.