When the conversation came out, before Wen Ying did anything, Xiao Shi had already held her back.
She has been with Wen Ying for a while, and she has developed feelings unconsciously, and she is unwilling to put her in danger, "Go in at this time, you can't speak clearly with a hundred mouths. Let's go back first, and I will inform His Majesty , with the support of His Majesty, they dare not act rashly!"
Wen Ying pursed her lips and smiled at her, "What to do to disturb him, don't worry, I can handle it."
"How do you deal with it!" She was anxious, "They are a family, and they are working together to deal with you, how do you deal with it!"
Xiao Shi's words seemed to touch a chord in her heart, trembling faintly, gushing out many inexplicable emotions.
Wen Ying guessed that this was probably the remaining emotion of the original owner. She had managed the Song family for decades, but in the end, she was still alone.
She is not the original owner, but she also experiences the original owner's feelings, so she always has to explain some things clearly for her.
As soon as she walked into the room, Song Xi looked straight at her with hatred in his eyes, and beside her, there was an obscure cloud between Song Zheng's brows. When he saw her coming, he raised his eyes.
"I heard that Xun'er vomited blood, so I came here quickly. How is Xun'er—" She pretended not to hear the conversation outside, and walked to the bed in a hurry.
Lying there, Song Xun's face was as white as paper, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and he looked very disturbed.
Xiao Bawang suddenly became like this, which made people feel pitiful.
Wen Ying stretched out her hand to tuck his quilt corner, but before she could touch it, a force from the slanted thorn suddenly pushed towards her, she was suddenly pushed towards the high table, and the sharp corner hit her back!
She pursed her lips tightly, and cold sweat burst out of her forehead.
Turning his head, he saw that Song Xi had withdrawn his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Don't touch my brother with your dirty hands. At this point, what are you still pretending to do?!"
Wen Ying's gaze turned to the other side. Song Zheng was very close. If he stretched out his hand, he could completely avoid Song Xi's movements, but he didn't.
She remembered Xiao Shi's words, and the expression of frowning due to pain gradually calmed down.
She was right, they were family.
Wen Ying's face was porcelain white, and the color of her lips faded due to the pain behind her. This calmness contrasted with her cold eyes and cold eyebrows, which was very different from usual.
Song Xi sneered and said, "Why, have you finally stopped pretending? That's right, since you've already climbed up to His Majesty, why bother to stay here?"
"Xi'er?"
Song Zheng looked shocked and looked at her suddenly.
"Father was surprised, did you think I didn't recognize him that day?" Song Xi said with forbearance between his brows, "I'm stupid but not blind. She thinks she can hide the truth by covering up a veil? I don't say it, because I want to wait for my father's statement." , but what about you, father, do you want to let her go on like this and kill us both?!"
Song Zheng's tight string seemed to snap suddenly.
His brows were tired, and he looked at Wen Ying with dark eyes, "What else do you have to say?"
Wen Ying only asked him: "You don't believe me?"
"...I can't believe you." His voice was low and deep, "I used to think that you were gentle and virtuous, treated me considerately and tenderly, and treated the two children as if they were my own, but you secretly clung to the Holy One, and I didn't even know..." At this point He only felt a chill on his back, "You are obviously a wife next to your pillow but you look like a stranger, how dare I trust you again?"
"Climb to the Holy One..." She chewed on these four words, as if she heard something funny, Qing Lingling raised her eyebrows and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know how Your Majesty and I met?"
His throat was slightly astringent, and he insisted on asking, "How?"
"The time I went to Longxing Temple to offer incense, I was robbed by robbers. Didn't you ask me who rescued me? It happened that day when His Majesty went to Longxing Temple to listen to the master's lecture on Buddhism, and passed by the place where he was attacked. saved me."
Song Zheng was stunned for a moment.
"After that day, I occasionally had nightmares. I always dreamed about what would happen to me if I was taken away by robbers that day." Her eyelashes drooped and she trembled slightly, "You have actually found out Well, it's the Wen family, right? But is it only the Wen family? "
"I..." Song Zheng did find out something else, and he couldn't help looking at Song Xi.
Song Xi's face turned pale, and he quickly maintained his expression without speaking.
She took a panoramic view of their father and daughter's performance and smiled.
Song Zheng supported her arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "This matter is our fault, but even if you want revenge, you shouldn't go to Xun'er..."
He hesitated a bit when he said that fashion, although the evidence is convincing, but was it really her who poisoned Xun'er? The image of her taking care of Xun'er yesterday came to mind.
Unexpectedly, she admitted decisively: "I did inflict the poison."
"You!" He was so shocked that he grabbed her arm and hurt her.
"I just want him dead."
She smiled frankly.
"How could you do this? You have raised him for seven years, and he has always been the closest to your mother, how dare you harm him—" He was so sad that he raised his hand unconsciously.
"Song Zheng, what right do you have to hit me?" Wen Ying stared at his slap that seemed about to be slapped down, and asked softly, "Even you have forgotten what you did to me, but there are some things that time has passed It will disappear. Do you think that if you forget, you can pretend that nothing happened?"
"Mother, why do you have to play tricks?" Song Xi looked at her coldly, "What can father do to you? Although he treats you coldly, he never spends money and sex outside, let alone takes concubines. Isn't that enough?"
"Is it because of me that he doesn't take concubines? Isn't it because of your own mother, his first wife!"
She retorted sharply, and when she stepped back, she knocked the high table, and the candied fruit plate shattered to the ground with a "bang" and fell apart.
This sound finally brought Song Zheng back to his senses.
"I… "
"I had an accidental miscarriage back then, but it didn't actually hurt me, did I?" She tugged at his hand instead, until her fingers turned white, "You were the one who gave me the birth control pill..."
Song Xi gasped.
Her eyes were flushed with hatred, "If I don't have a child, why should I make it easier for you?!"
Song Zheng's hand was scratched by her nails and bled, but he didn't even dare to break free, "How do you know..."
"I found that doctor later. He took your money and disappeared. He walked too fast, so how could I not be suspicious. When it comes to the means of the back house, how can you compare with us?" She laughed at him with red eyes, as if it would make her feel better, and after letting the secret that had been hidden for many years successfully hurt him, she calmed down a lot: "You are for the eldest sister, you love her, so You treat the pair of children left by her as treasures. You don’t want your step-wife to have a biological child, and you’re afraid that I’ll favor one over the other, but you didn’t think about doing this at first. Was it because my pregnancy stimulated you... "
Of course the original owner wanted her own child. She suffered a lot in Wen's family, and she still couldn't get rid of the shadow of pain when she arrived in Song's house. Only having a child that belongs to her is her hope of living in the future.
So when this little life was born, she ignored other people and things around her, and only focused on his growth.
And the change in her attitude before and after made Song Xi listen to the nanny's words. During that time, Song Xi lost his temper and turned the family upside down. Song Xun only knew how to cry. Every day when Song Zheng returned home, he had to face everything in the smog, while Wen Ying was immersed in her own small world, tender and gentle. But looking forward to the arrival of the parent and child, he didn't take it seriously.
From then on, Song Zheng understood that the biological mother and stepmother are different.
He thought of the lost child, his dark eyes were filled with grief, but he said softly: "You and her are sisters, shed the same blood, they are just like your own children..."
Snapped.
She raised her hand and slapped him mercilessly!
"How could it be the same!" She withdrew her hand, but covered her mouth, tears streaming down wantonly, "How could it be the same? In this life, I will never be a mother again!"
Song Zheng was beaten to the side of his face, but he didn't have time to pay attention to the pain on his face.
Because he heard her say: "You love her so much, why didn't you accompany her to die, why did you come to kill me!?"
Her words were like a knife, piercing into the deepest part of his heart. At this moment, he suddenly realized how cruel his decision at that time was to her.
He married her because he harmed her.
"Mother..." Song Xun on the bed woke up at some point, and weakly grabbed the corner of her clothes, "Mother, don't cry..."
When Song Xi saw this situation, he quickly took Song Xun's hand. Although he knew that his father was sorry for Wen Ying first, Song Xi was afraid that she would do something to Song Xun in a moment of excitement. "Xun'er, you're awake, do you still feel uncomfortable..."
"Sister, you don't have to do this." He paused, then said weakly and softly, "Actually, I know..."
Everyone in the room looked at him.
"Mother has always loved me and let me run around in her room, so once, I heard what she and sister Qiuse said. It's dad who is sorry for her. Dad is too bad."
Song Xi was astonished, "That dim sum..."
"Sister, you are so stupid." The little fat man laughed, his chubby face squeezed into a ball, "How can I like to eat the same dim sum all the time, mother must think that I don't like it and throw it away. But I want to eat, if I feel bad, I can make my mother feel better, make that brother or sister feel better... "
Wen Ying's eyebrows moved, but Song Zheng looked at his son, but couldn't say a word.
"And, sister, didn't you stop me?"
Song Xi was stunned.
"You already knew that the snacks are poisonous." That's why he kept persuading him not to eat the food from his mother. He said while thinking, "But my mother has long since stopped putting those nasty poisons. Instead, my sister , What was that food you gave me the day before yesterday? It's so unpalatable!"
"That's good for you!" Song Xi quickly explained, "The medicine I obtained from the palace can clear away all the stasis you have accumulated, so it happens to be..." It just so happens that this matter can be used to expose your stepmother.
She stopped in the middle of her speech because she felt her father's unbelievable gaze.
She didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but she suddenly became nervous.
And Song Xun's words made her suddenly a little dazed after thinking about it. When the doctor checked out the poison, he said, "Fortunately, the amount is small."
But why did the stepmother stop
She remembered that the only difference between the two lives was that the robber was in trouble, and she met His Majesty. There was no His Majesty in her previous life, so she always lived in hatred. And in this life, what her father failed to give her, perhaps His Majesty gave her, so she was freed from hatred.
But I never only looked at her with the eyes of the past.
"Song Xi." Wen Ying held Song Xun's hand and said softly to her, "I really wanted to treat you well. I only hope that you don't live like me."
Wei Lingheng in the palace probably also knew what happened between them. Apart from feeling sorry for Wen Ying, he also saw the dawn from this incident. So he invited Song Zheng into the palace. Song Zheng seemed to have had a detailed discussion with him, and then he took Wen Ying into the palace secretly.
As soon as the two of them got into the carriage, Song Zheng's confidant came to report: "My lord, Mrs. Sun has agreed to the invitation, and it will be at noon the day after tomorrow."
"...No need." Song Zheng raised his hand and rubbed between his brows, "Prepare your courtesy and apologize for Mrs. Sun and me."
The confidant nodded suspiciously and retreated.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ying asked softly.
After that day, the two of them seemed to have returned to the original point, and they couldn't speak a few words a day. In the past when the two of them got along, she always whispered some trivial daily routines in his ears, and he seldom replied, but now she didn't talk, but he always seemed to be able to recall those words.
He explained in a low voice: "Before, I thought His Majesty wanted you just to seek excitement. Although I am a subject, I can't let him do such a thing. So I wanted to ask Taifu Sun to advise Your Majesty for me. But now, there is no need it's..."
Wen Ying smiled and said, "Thank you."
He once thought about it for a while, and did something ridiculously wrong. But he also has some advantages. He can protect his wife in front of him, instead of flattering his wife and selling his wife for glory. He is also much better than many men.
Entering the palace is just to have a meal accompanied by their husband and wife.
A very ordinary meal, and the dishes are not extravagant. After Song Zheng hesitated for a while, he served her a bowl of soup with his own hands, but was stopped by Wei Lingheng.
Wei Lingheng shook his head, "She doesn't like the smell of mushrooms, let's change to crucian carp soup."
He said the advice to him, but he scooped up a bowl and brought it to Wen Ying.
Song Zheng remained silent and didn't say a word.
After that, Wen Ying was reading in the side hall, and Wei Lingheng had another conversation with Song Zheng. When she left, she and Wei Lingheng looked at each other from a distance, with a tacit understanding that was difficult for others to intervene. Song Zheng just watched.
When they got back to the house, when she got out of the carriage, he suddenly grabbed her hand firmly and said in a low voice, "Pepe, I will treat you well in the future."
Wen Ying looked at him without giving any answer.
They all knew it was too late.
Three months later, the Song Mansion suddenly caught fire.
The flames seemed to be licking the night sky. Song Zheng stood in front of the upper house, and the flames reflected on his face.
In the fire, he seemed to see her smile, the pear dimples bloomed, and it was extremely sweet: "Husband... You didn't like me calling you that before, because it was a name that only the elder sister could call you, and I used to have a heart for it. But this is This is the last time I call you that, husband, you have to take care."