Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 50: Apologize to Your Sister

The people with Nanny Tian had all been brought from Die Cui Pavilion. They looked down on Song Lianhe and had never shown this legitimate daughter an ounce of respect. At Nanny Tian’s command, they acted ruthlessly, pinning her to the ground.

Nanny Tian got to her feet. Despite grimacing in pain, she let out a scornful laugh when she saw Song Lianhe struggling desperately on the ground.

’So what if she’s the legitimate daughter?’

She lifted her chin and declared smugly, "Let’s go. Back to Die Cui Pavilion!"

Song Lianhe was shoved and dragged along by the household guards. Man Yue supported Nanny Tian, who limped along slowly; Lianhe’s kick had been no light tap. Meanwhile, nearly everyone in the entire residence saw the Second Miss being forcibly escorted to Die Cui Pavilion by the guards.

Song Lianhe was brought into Die Cui Pavilion. Someone shoved her hard from behind, and she stumbled forward, crashing right into the large square table and knocking over the tea set.

’Damn it!’

’Even a tiger gets bullied by dogs on flat land!’

Song Lianhe rubbed her aching stomach. Before she could even look up, Nanny Tian was already on her knees, her voice choked with sobs. "...This servant has attended to you, Madam, for over twenty years and has never suffered such humiliation! If not for my worry for you, I truly would not wish to live anymore—"

She raised a hand and pointed at Song Lianhe, who had just regained her footing. "I was only following your orders, Madam, to ask the Second Miss to come for questioning. Who knew she would spew such treasonous nonsense! Not only did she insult you, Madam, but she also showed no respect for the General! I only refuted a few of her words on your behalf and was met with such a vicious attack! Please, General, Madam, you must seek justice for me!"

Nanny Tian’s dramatic and tearful performance sent the man seated at the head of the room into a rage.

"You wicked girl! You’re utterly lawless!"

Song Xingfeng slammed his hand on the table, his face turning ashen with rage.

"My lord... let it go..."

Mrs. Liu put on her usual act—the image of a long-suffering wife, always compromising for the sake of the bigger picture.

Song Lianhe raised an eyebrow. Once steady on her feet, she shot a cold glance toward Mrs. Liu and Song Xingfeng, a mocking sneer playing on her lips.

"Hah. I hit her because she’s a dog abusing her master’s power! I am the County Princess. I hit her, and that’s that."

She enunciated every word, her arrogance boundless.

The person who had just entered the room stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Junlin’s gaze turned cold, his brows knitting together. He knew she was normally spoiled and arrogant, but he couldn’t believe she would say something so utterly callous about human life.

Song Xilan, who was at his side, lifted her gaze for a quick glance before chiming in with a look of guilt and self-recrimination.

"When did my sister become like this? Even if Nanny Tian was at fault, she is still the old nanny who watched her grow up. How could she lay a hand on her?"

Zhou Junlin said nothing, but the disgust on his face grew even more pronounced.

’How could a woman like that ever be fit to be my Princess Consort?’

He glanced at the intelligent, elegant, and empathetic Song Xilan beside him. The contrast was stark—Xilan was as perfect as a goddess descended to earth.

’Now this is a woman worthy of standing by my side.’

Upon seeing Zhou Junlin, General Song and his wife scrambled to their feet. "Greetings, Your Highness, Prince Ling."

"General Song, Madam, you may dispense with the formalities."

The sight of those two truly made Song Lianhe’s stomach turn. She rolled her eyes and refused to even glance in their direction.

"Lianhe, hurry and apologize to Father and Mother. They won’t hold it against you..."

Before Song Xilan could finish, Song Lianhe cut her off. "Does this have anything to do with you?"

Song Xilan was taken aback by the sharp retort and instinctively glanced at Zhou Junlin. Outwardly, she appeared hurt and forbearing, but inwardly, she breathed a small sigh of relief.

’This is the Song Lianhe I know—’

’The more arrogant and unruly she acts, the more people despise her. Especially Zhou Junlin. He detests this sort of shallow, boorish behavior.’

Sure enough, Zhou Junlin’s brow furrowed even deeper.

"Insolence!"

Song Xingfeng shot to his feet, strode over, and pointed a finger at his younger daughter. "Apologize to your sister at once!"

Besides, Prince Ling was still present. If he didn’t want to leave the impression of being unable to manage his own household, he had to force his younger daughter to apologize.

"If someone wants to apologize, they can do it themselves!"

Song Lianhe was genuinely getting fed up. She turned and started to walk out.

’Every single person in this family can’t stand the sight of me. Fine, I just won’t come back, then! Why should we make each other miserable?’

Right now, she had no time to waste on Mrs. Liu and their petty schemes. She only cared about one thing: the matter of becoming the wealthiest person in Ling’an City.