Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 102 - 101: On Qingming and Cold Food Festival, You Shall Always Have My Offering
At this moment, the two brothers confronted each other with an intense air of hostility.
Looking at Song Qianfan, Song Qianhang no longer had a shred of the reverence he once felt for his elder brother. He quickly left the tent.
Initially, he thought he had changed, but Song Qianfan had always been the same Song Qianfan; it was just that he hadn’t realized it before.
After Song Qianhang left, Song Qianfan, in a fit of rage, threw the pen on the ground, his eyes bloodshot. That woman shouldn’t exist in this world!
...
The next day, Su Juan woke up. The moment she stepped out of the tent, she felt the sky was unusually blue today, and even the clouds looked beautiful. She waved cheerfully at acquaintances passing not far away.
However, when those people saw her, they scattered like frightened birds.
Su Juan: "?"
She touched her face, [What’s going on? Do I look scary or something?]
She turned back to the tent, took out a small bronze mirror, and looked at herself carefully for a while, finding nothing wrong.
At that moment, Song Qianhang arrived, standing at the entrance of the tent and calling out, "Su Juan, are you there?"
Su Juan put down the bronze mirror and let him in. She saw Song Qianhang handing over a letter with a smile on his face that left her puzzled.
Feeling suspicious, she opened the letter in her hand. The handwriting leaped into her eyes—Song Qianfan had already signed it and stamped it.
Su Juan’s eyes lit up, "Did you help me get the divorce letter?"
"Yes." Song Qianhang nodded, seeing Su Juan visibly happy, he couldn’t help but smile slightly.
Su Juan, holding the divorce letter, couldn’t help but praise, "Song Qianhang, you’re really something!"
[That bastard Song Qianfan said only death could end our marriage, but listen to that face-smacking slap! I underestimated Song Qianhang; he’s more capable than I thought.]
Su Juan smiled gleefully, [Even though there’ll be fewer things to do after the divorce, at least I won’t have to put on a show with Song Qianfan anymore. I can live twenty more years, at least.]
Moreover, having cleared her connections with the Prince Jing Mansion, even if Song Qianfan were to rebel again, it wouldn’t affect her anymore.
She could now start planning future endeavors, supporting a capable Crown Prince before the Emperor’s death. If Prince Han were to die, Song Jingwen would also be a good choice—a promising young man with compassion.
Su Juan patted Song Qianhang on the shoulder, feeling he was truly righteous, "Song Qianhang, I owe you a favor. If anything happens in the future, just let me know, and if I can help, I will."
[Even if you die, I guarantee you’ll have an annual sacrifice during the Qingming Cold Food Festival.]
Song Qianhang’s temple twitched; Su Juan’s words sounded like she was cursing him to death.
"There’s no need for favors. I just brought it over for you. The divorce letter is what you requested from Your Majesty last night. Did you forget?"
With that, he gazed at Su Juan, recalling the events of that snowy New Year’s Eve night. Could it be that Su Juan had forgotten everything that happened while she was drunk?
Su Juan blinked, clearly not understanding, pointing to herself, "I asked Your Majesty for it?"
[What?]
[No way, where would I find the courage to ask Your Majesty for that?]
Song Qianhang: "..." She had indeed forgotten everything.
He immediately recounted last night’s events to Su Juan, vividly, even mimicking the tone she used last night when shouting at the Emperor. His ability to recall details since childhood played a significant role at this moment.
"Now, probably no one in Tianyun Mountain dares to provoke you. Overnight, people have started calling you the Peeling Skin Man in private."
Because Su Juan had been shouting all night about peeling a layer of skin off Song Qianfan.
Su Juan’s smile froze on her face, "Heh... heh... that nickname sounds quite catchy."
[Peeling Skin Man, Peeling Skin Man... Ahhhhhhh!]
[The composed image I painstakingly maintained!]
[How will I ever hold my head up in court again?]
[To think I even yelled at the Old Emperor... Save me! How will I ever get promoted now?]
Su Juan collapsed, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself. She initially planned to start forming alliances with court officials today, working hard to support a virtuous and capable Crown Prince.
Well, that was over. Her path to becoming a powerful minister was completely ruined by last night’s events.
Song Qianhang rubbed his ears. Forget about getting promoted; staying alive was already good enough. However, Your Majesty is truly good-tempered. From what he knew, the former emperor was not. It was said that when someone insulted the former emperor, he would strip that person of their official hat on the spot, preventing their entire family from ever entering government service.
Song Qianhang gently comforted her, "No need to worry, Your Majesty hasn’t blamed you."
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be this divorce letter.
Su Juan only felt her entire head was aching. Seeing Song Qianhang’s light tone, her heart ached even more, "You don’t understand. I’ve always had a grand ambition to become a first-rank official since childhood, to support the Crown Prince and relieve the suffering of the people..."
"A goal like that, didn’t you steal it from Miss Liu?" Song Qianhang poked through her.
Su Juan glanced at him: "..." [Don’t you know to see and not say?]
Song Qianhang: "... Becoming a first-rank official is impossible. Why not set a different target?"
Seeing Su Juan looking so discouraged, he tried to console her again, "Our dynasty doesn’t even have a Crown Prince yet."
"Besides, your target can’t take effect for now. Who knows, you might get into trouble and be dismissed before that."
Su Juan sighed, holding her aching head, "You are quite good at comforting people."
At that moment, Liu Xuan came, bringing a bowl of hangover soup. Yet, he didn’t take a step into the tent, dressed in white, elegant and composed, "You were quite drunk last night. I thought you might wake up with a headache, so I made this soup. It should help a bit."
"Thank you."
Just as Su Juan was about to get up to take the soup, Song Qianhang was a step ahead to get it for her.
His gaze fell on the soup. At this hour, where did the hangover soup come from? It must have been specially prepared by Liu Xuan.
Song Qianhang pursed his lips tightly. Was Liu Xuan showing too much concern for Su Juan?
Seeing Liu Xuan still standing at the door, Su Juan asked with curiosity, "Mr. Liu, why don’t you come in and sit?"
Liu Xuan smiled, "A single man and a single woman alone in a room isn’t proper."
Song Qianhang paused in his steps, his eyes turning deep, "Brother Liu, aren’t you off the mark? I’m also here in the tent; where’s the lone man and woman?"
Here I am, a full-grown person, not like you’re blind and can’t see me, right?
Liu Xuan’s face remained with a detached, gentle smile, "Brother Song gets it."
Song Qianhang: "?" I don’t get it.
[Idiot, he’s saying it’s improper for you to be in the same room with me.]
Song Qianhang’s temple twitched again, disregarding Liu Xuan at the door, and said to Su Juan, "Stay away from Liu Xuan; that guy is more pedantic than Minister Wu and isn’t easy to deal with."
Always using literary expressions to critique others.
Liu Xuan, who was usually the most rational and stable, retorted with a sentence this time, "Brother Song, it’d also be wise for you to keep your distance from Miss Su. After all, Miss Su just got divorced, and you, being someone from the Prince Mansion, might not be fitting."
Though as he spoke, with such elegance and grace, Song Qianhang felt Liu Xuan had some personal agenda but had no way to prove it.
Su Juan finished her soup and stared at Liu Xuan for a long while, [Liu Xuan, this person...]
[He may not be more pedantic than Minister Wu, but he’s quite suited to taking over Minister Wu’s position.]
Song Qianhang: "?"
Two men are quarreling in front of you, and all you can think about is court affairs?
