Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 78 - 77: Su Juan Moves Out

Su Juan had considered warning those around her about the events that were about to occur, in order to prevent some unfortunate occurrences this way.

But there were too many things to consider. Whether they believed her was one thing; the fear was that if everything she predicted happened, everyone might see her as an ominous figure and burn her at the stake.

Even if she rushed into the streets and shouted that Song Qianfan would rebel in the future, that he would become a tyrant harmful to the court and the people, few would believe it.

It would only invite disaster upon herself and waste time.

Like now, her casual reminder had already brought such a surprised look to Song Qianhang’s face, which explained the problem.

"Forget it, just think of it as idle talk from someone dissatisfied with your elder brother after a separation."

However, Song Qianhang said, "I’ll remember what you said, thank you."

Su Juan was slightly taken aback, "?"

[Does he actually believe me?]

Song Qianhang’s gaze was gentle; he always believed what she said.

[Could he believe the words of a crazed woman who had separated from his elder brother?]

Su Juan suddenly leaned closer to Song Qianhang, "You don’t actually like me, do you?"

With her face suddenly so close, Song Qianhang reflexively took a step back, recalling that snowy New Year’s Eve, his ears slightly flushed, "Why are you talking nonsense again?"

Seeing him retreat, Su Juan finally felt reassured and waved her hand, "Just joking, why so serious?"

She turned to close the trunk.

At this time, Dongdong brought tea and was about to pour a cup for Song Qianhang, but he was already leaving.

As Song Qianhang lifted his foot, he heard a voice from behind.

[It almost scared me to death, thinking Song Qianhang had feelings for me, that would be way too scary...]

His lifted foot froze for a moment; if he really had some feelings for her, wouldn’t it be a normal thing, why would it be... so terrifying?

[Let’s not even mention my current status, we have some familial connections, if that were true, wouldn’t Prince and Princess Jing be furious to the point of spitting blood?]

Song Qianhang was bewildered, with the separation already impending, what familial connections were there?

The more Su Juan thought, the scarier it felt, [It’s best to stay away from Song Qianhang, these two brothers are both too much to handle.]

[Too scary... way too scary!]

As he walked into the courtyard, Song Qianhang was full of confusion, just how disliked was he?

Meanwhile, Su Juan was engrossed in her own emotions of nearly committing a blunder, [Su Juan, oh Su Juan, how dare you entertain such wild thoughts, it’s truly terrifying!]

Song Qianhang: "..." Is being liked by me really that frightening!?

...

Knowing that Your Majesty had approved Su Juan’s separation from their son, Princess Jing felt so relieved that she ate two more bowls of rice that evening!

Finally, they could send away this jinx.

"Prince, do you think we should see off Ah Juan when she moves tomorrow?"

Prince Jing frowned, "What kind of question is that? Of course, you should see her off."

Princess Jing said, "Isn’t it because of what happened before? You see how it harmed our Fan’er, now he’s lost his official position and has to reflect behind closed doors..."

Feeling displeased, she heard her husband say, "What he did was so disgraceful, losing his official position is too lenient a punishment for him, it might not even teach him a lesson!"

Regarding their son’s punishment today, he felt it was indeed too light. He wondered what Your Majesty was thinking; this might cause some dissatisfaction in the court.

Your Majesty’s thoughts were becoming increasingly complex, even if he wanted to understand, he couldn’t.

With an unhappy expression, Princess Jing said, "Are you hoping for a harsher punishment from Your Majesty?"

"Actually, losing the official position isn’t a big deal; after all, Fan’er will inherit the title in the future. Being a Prince is much easier than any official position and saves me from worrying."

Upon hearing this, Prince Jing was rather dissatisfied, "Didn’t I say before, in the future, I would ask Your Majesty to let Hang’er inherit the title..."

Princess Jing was so angry that she interrupted him, "Prince! I never said anything about your favoritism towards Hang’er, but now that Fan’er has lost his position, seeking another is as hard as climbing to the sky! Thankfully, our Fan’er still has the title for support, how could you give it to Hang’er!?"

She truly didn’t expect that her husband still thought about this matter even now.

Prince Jing frowned, "Why can’t I give it?"

In a fit of anger, Princess Jing shouted at Prince Jing, "Song Min! Why do you always side with others!?"

Prince Jing’s face changed, covering his wife’s mouth, glancing at the door, and feeling relieved only when he saw no one.

He let go, looking at his wife with an unpleasant expression, and with a serious face, he quietly chided, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Princess Jing turned pale but still felt uncomfortable, "Prince, Fan’er’s title cannot be given to Hang’er..."

No matter how indebted they were, over the years, if he wanted something, the mansion always provided, with more than enough money to spend, even if he occasionally tarnished the Prince Jing Mansion’s reputation, she would just say a few words, never punishing him.

The debts from before should have been repaid long ago; why would they still give away the wealth and honor that should belong to Fan’er?

Prince Jing said in a deep voice, "We’ll talk about this later, there’s still plenty of time."

In the future, if Song Qianhang makes a name for himself, he naturally wouldn’t worry about his future path.

...

The next day happened to be a day off, Su Juan and Dongdong moved the trunk to the courtyard, each carrying a bundle, ready to leave.

Song Qianhang eventually came to help, as carrying two trunks was still heavy for the two young women, even if they weren’t panting a bit, Song Qianhang followed them, unable to contribute.

Until the trunks were placed at the Prince Mansion’s gate, and Dongdong, holding silver, intended to hire a carriage, Song Qianhang immediately stopped her, "Don’t!"

"Hiring a carriage is such a waste of money, you don’t earn much in a month, better save it for yourself. Take my carriage back, I’m on my way to a banquet, so I’ll drop you off."

The Prince Jing Mansion was wealthy, and each master had their own carriage, with Song Qianhang’s being the most luxurious.

Su Juan hesitated for a moment.

Beside her, Dongdong nodded repeatedly; her master’s stipend was indeed not much, and what the mansion gave, she wasn’t taking away, what if she was wronged at the Su Mansion?

Since the second young master was willing to send them, why be so polite, they needed to save what silver they had.

Song Qianhang persuaded once more, signaling a servant to bring his carriage.

At this moment, Princess Jing appeared, and the mansion brought out a carriage, though not as luxurious as Song Qianhang’s, still decent.

She took Su Juan’s hand warmly, "After all, we’ve been like mother and daughter, with no imperial decree, you’re still a member of our mansion, how could we let you walk back by yourself?"

She thought: as long as Su Juan didn’t return to the Prince Jing Mansion, causing trouble, she felt at ease.

Seeing Su Juan, she felt more agreeable.

Dongdong was astonished, could the Princess change her face so quickly, why was her attitude so inconsistent?

Watching the scene unfold, Song Qianhang recalled what Su Juan had said the previous night... would the Prince and Princess truly be so furious they’d spit blood?

Unlikely.