Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 53 - 52: Why Don’t I Just Kill Song Qianfan?
Su Juan was distressed, squatting on the ground and crying. Sometimes she cried because she was an orphan, longing for a family. Sometimes she cried because she felt like a living widow, living under someone else’s roof, with a husband who didn’t care or love her, living at the mercy of her mother-in-law’s moods. And sometimes she cried because, despite already being so unfortunate, she still had to save the world.
Song Qianhang felt a headache, holding his forehead for a while before finally resigning himself. He picked up the fox fur from the ground, shook off the snow on it, and covered Su Juan with it. It took him quite a while to squeeze out a sentence, "Stop crying."
"Aren’t I your family?"
Only then did Su Juan look up at him, her eyes red, looking extremely pitiful.
After a while, Dongdong finally returned with a bowl of sobering soup. Seeing Su Juan standing in the snow, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and quickly took her back into the room.
In the corner, Song Qianhang felt a sense of relief. He let out a sigh, but just a few steps later, he stopped involuntarily and looked back at the spot where Su Juan had been. Scene after scene of her catching snow with her hands and smiling played in his mind.
He felt as if he might be sick, and not just a little sick.
...
The next day, when Su Juan got up, she sneezed several times. Dongdong hurriedly went to get a cloak for her.
Looking at the dirty fox fur, she felt distressed, picked it up, and sighed, "I only wore it once, and it got like this."
Dongdong, taking the fox fur, knowing she liked it, comforted her, "Don’t worry, Master. This fox fur just needs a little cleaning, and it’ll be fine."
Only then did Su Juan feel at ease. Her gaze fell on the Buddha beads bracelet on the table, and she asked curiously, "Dongdong, where did this bracelet come from?"
She didn’t remember when she had this item.
Dongdong shook her head, "After you got drunk last night, you kept holding this bracelet. This servant doesn’t know either."
She was curious too. During the time she went to make the sobering soup, the fox fur got dirty, her master cried until her eyes were swollen, and she kept holding onto this bracelet. She guessed it might have been picked up somewhere since it didn’t look very valuable.
Su Juan had a headache and couldn’t remember anything from the night before. She walked into the courtyard to get some fresh air, and at a glance, saw a big pile of snow on the stone table, with a lot of branches sticking in it.
Curious, she walked over and stared at it for a long time, finally making out that it was a snowman. She burst out laughing and called into the house to Dongdong, who was putting things away, "Dongdong, this snowman you made is really ugly."
This was the least snowman-like snowman she had ever seen.
Dongdong came out, bewildered, with a confused expression, "Miss, this servant didn’t make it."
Su Juan: "???"
Last night was New Year’s Eve, and the sweeping servants had gone home. The only ones left in the courtyard were herself and Dongdong. Where did this ugly snowman come from?
"What the hell! Could it be like someone making a curse doll?"
"My god! Someone’s trying to harm me!"
...
During the meal that day, the family sat eating in silence, each with their own thoughts.
Song Qianfan’s face was visibly displeased.
Prince Heng, with blood on his hands, was under house arrest, his great influence gone and no longer a threat.
The Emperor merely reprimanded Song Qianfan a few times, demoted Su Pin, and confined her.
But he knew in his heart that he had lost the Emperor’s trust, and the path forward would be even more difficult.
Song Qianfan glanced at Su Juan, with a flicker of murderous intent in his eyes. He initially thought of keeping this woman, perhaps one day she’d be useful to him, but now it seemed she was not worth keeping!
Su Juan shivered and gripped her chopsticks tightly, "There’s a murderous aura!"
These words startled Song Qianhang, who was eating fiercely. He froze, his hand clutching the chopsticks, as his mind wandered uncontrollably.
Did his brother know what he did in Su Juan’s courtyard last night!? But it was just making a snowman, she cried so miserably, he had no choice but to make a snowman to cheer her up.
Just a snowman... surely not worth killing over?
Song Qianfan looked normal, even picking up a piece of meat and putting it in Su Juan’s bowl, "You’re getting thin, eat more."
But Su Juan couldn’t eat, feeling even more that Song Qianfan was harboring secrets, and moreover...
"How unthoughtful Song Qianfan is!"
"He doesn’t even switch chopsticks when giving food to someone..."
Princess Jing looked displeased, "Juan’er, why aren’t you eating?"
The son already knows he’s wrong and is actively mending his relationship with his wife. What is the daughter-in-law dissatisfied with?
Throughout history, which man hasn’t been a bit unfaithful?
Does the daughter-in-law have to make the family chaotic?
Su Juan’s gaze dimmed, feeling that Princess Jing’s attitude toward her had worsened recently, "Replying to Mother Princess, lately this daughter-in-law has had a poor appetite, the doctor advised against eating meat."
"Even a dog wouldn’t eat meat given by Song Qianfan!"
Princess Jing’s face turned unpleasant.
"Who knows if he might poison it..."
Prince Jing quickly pacified, asking for another bowl, but in Su Juan’s mind, words popped out one after another.
"He must be trying to harm me. The ugly snowman in the yard is obviously his work, crude and ugly. All those branches, just like pinning a curse doll."
Song Qianhang: "?"
Song Qianfan was slightly puzzled, what snowman?
"This man has such a vicious heart!"
Song Qianfan sneered in his heart. Last night, he almost met his end in the palace. Who is the vicious one, this poisonous woman?
Song Qianhang: "..."
Wasn’t it you who cried for family and begged me to make you a snowman!? It was my first time making a snowman in my life, in such strong wind that my hands were frozen.
Looking at the Buddha beads on Su Juan’s wrist, which he had specially obtained from the temple for protection and blessed, also taken away, Song Qianhang’s heart chilled completely.
Mistaken devotion.
...
Even though palace news was highly confidential, some news still spread throughout the Capital City as if it grew wings.
Holding the hot tea in her hand, Su Juan was surprised, "Su Pin was demoted, Prince Heng is under house arrest?"
Liu Miaoying nodded, "It’s said that last night, Prince Jing’s heir was kept in the palace, not returning until near dawn."
Prince Heng, this time, was thoroughly deprived of the Crown Prince position.
Seeing Su Juan’s bewildered look, Liu Miaoying slightly frowned, "You were in the palace last night, and you didn’t know any of this?"
Su Juan shook her head, "I drank a lot last night, don’t remember many things, and when I woke up, I was already in the house."
Listening to Liu Miaoying’s words, putting things together, she somewhat guessed in her heart, "It seems that Song Qianfan and Su Pin’s affair was exposed."
"However, how did the Old Emperor know that Su Pin was Prince Heng’s plant?"
Su Juan was not surprised that the Old Emperor didn’t punish Song Qianfan, after all, he was his nephew. He valued his uterine brother, Prince Jing, so he naturally showed leniency to Song Qianfan. It had always been this way.
But what happened with Prince Heng was too swift, totally unexpected for her. What was the twist in this?
Liu Miaoying was slightly taken aback, Song Qianfan and Su Pin had an affair?
She frowned tightly, this Song Qianfan, to ascend, even resorted to this...how would Your Majesty consider such a person to be the Crown Prince in the future?
Liu Miaoying reminded, "Ah Juan, the Princely Heir is not someone you can rely on. You still need to plan more for yourself."
Su Juan sighed slowly, "Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog."
"What can I do? This marriage was decreed by the Old Emperor. Unless the Old Emperor issues another decree, there’s nothing anyone can do."
"I can’t just kill Song Qianfan, can I?"
Su Juan’s eyes lit up, "Wait... why not kill Song Qianfan?"
Liu Miaoying: "?"
