SFS Chapter 237: No One Can Make the Decision
Chapter 237: No One Can Make the Decision
His eyes revealed an unquestionable determination, as if any rebuttal would be overwhelmed by this decisiveness.
"It's come to this, there's no point in saying more." These few words were like a heavy hammer, making the originally noisy hall quiet in an instant. Only the occasional bird song outside the window remained, which seemed particularly clear.
The third master nodded his head like pounding garlic, and every "yes" was accompanied by sweat rolling down his forehead, splashing tiny water droplets on the ground, reflecting his anxiety and fear at the moment.
"Think of a solution quickly!"
There was an almost desperate tone in this plea, which made people feel sympathy.
The master's question was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples.
Song Yanyi spoke slowly and with every word spoken with great force, "The Song family has always been known for its integrity and reputation, and that reputation must not be damaged."
These words were spoken lightly, but they carried a tremendous weight, making it impossible to ignore the pride and dignity of the Song family that had been passed down for thousands of years.
When the third master heard the words "divide the family property immediately", his face turned as pale as turning the pages of a book. At that moment, all the strength seemed to be drained from his body. His dull eyes were fixed on an unknown corner, and even breathing became difficult.
The protection of the Song family was once his greatest support. Now, this support is about to collapse, making him feel unprecedented panic and helplessness.
The head of the family's eyes became deep, and his slightly narrowed eyes seemed to contain a myriad of thoughts as he weighed every possible consequence.
Song Yanyi's words became more forceful, and every word sounded sonorous and powerful, moving everyone present.
The third master knelt down with a thump, and the sound echoed in the spacious hall, shaking everyone's heart.
His plea was like a dead leaf falling to the ground, filled with helplessness and sadness. His usually arrogant face was now filled with humiliation and begging.
The Third Lady's kneeling was a silent accusation. Her trembling hands weakly supported the cold ground, and her tears fell like pearls from a broken string. She did not dare to look up at the eyes of the people around her, and could only let out suppressed sobs.
Although the old lady's words consisted of only one simple word, "division", they were like the sound of nature, carrying an irresistible majesty.
Every step she took was steady and powerful, and the sound of the cane in her hand hitting the ground was crisp and decisive, which showed her decisiveness and strength after going through hardships.
The third master's rage was like a storm, pushing the whole scene to a climax.
His hand drew a cruel arc in the air, and the moment it landed on the Third Madam's face, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only a loud slap and the Third Madam's painful sobs.
Song Yanyi's figure as he turned and left seemed particularly cold in the eyes of everyone. His footsteps were light and quick, as if he was eager to escape from this place full of disputes and pain.
Marquis Qing'an followed closely behind, and their conversation was vaguely heard in the noisy background, but it also hinted at the quiet unfolding of another story.
Xie Xiuyun's crying and struggling seemed particularly desolate and helpless under the shadow of the third room being expelled.
Her indignation and unwillingness are like the brightest stars in the night sky. Although her light is dim, she is still trying her best to fight against the injustice of fate.
The slap from the third master was not only a desperate response to his daughter's fate, but also a release of anger at his own incompetence. It also announced the end of an era, the breakdown of a family, and the beginning of a new destiny, whether it was good or bad.
Xie Xiuyun's delicate body shook violently, as if she was a fallen leaf hit by a violent storm, and fell heavily on the cold ground.
Tears mixed with dust, she forced herself to stand up and cried hoarsely: "I am innocent, all of this is Cui Rong's trick, she framed me..."
"Humph, if you weren't so stupid, how could you have caused me to be expelled from the Xie Mansion! And now you want me to seek justice for you? Who will seek justice for me? You are so stupid! Get out now!"
The third master's eyes were wide open, and he pointed his trembling fingers at Xie Xiuyun who was kneeling on the ground, his words full of disdain and resentment.
He turned around abruptly, his anger spreading to the third wife who followed closely behind him, "And you, as her mother, actually taught such a thing. I should have foreseen the disaster today and not married you. Now that things have come to this, I will write a divorce letter immediately, and you should take care of yourself and leave quickly!"
There was a mixture of determination and disappointment in the words, as if all past affection had been severed.
As night fell, amidst chaos and panic, the third wife hurriedly packed up her belongings and took advantage of the cover of darkness to quietly leave the Xie Mansion, which once carried its former glory.
Xie Xiuyun was sent directly to Yuan's house in a panic. Her fate was like duckweed in the wind, no longer in her control.
The third wife was facing a desperate situation. In desperation, she chose to send her confidant in the middle of the night, disguised as a lowly servant, to sneak into Prince Xuan's palace in search of a glimmer of hope.
The moonlight was like water, shining into the magnificent palace. Cui Yunhe sat upright on a chaise longue with intricate carvings, and her gorgeous clothes made her look even more noble.
She casually glanced at the woman kneeling at her feet. She was disheveled and looked haggard, which was out of place in such a magnificent environment. A trace of contempt flashed in her eyes.
As the concubine of King Xuan, she had a respected status. Although she lived in a side room, King Xuan was extremely powerful in the court and had great hope of becoming the crown prince. Therefore, she had no interest in people of the same background as Third Lady Xie Xiuyun.
Facing the Third Madam's tearful pleas, Cui Yunhe raised a cruel smile and said, "This is all her own fault. Things have come to this point. What's the point of you begging me for mercy?"
"Please, Madam, give us a hand! As the concubine of King Xuan, you will surely be able to..."
Before the Third Madam could finish her words, Cui Yunhe interrupted her coldly: "Why should I save you? Do you really think you are qualified?"
In the past, she had many complaints about the Third House. Now, seeing that Cui Rongrong and Xie Xiuyun were in dire straits, she was even more unwilling to waste her words on them, so as not to spoil her own peace.
Upon hearing this, the Third Madam froze, her face twisted with anger and despair: "Your Highness, aren't you being ungrateful? Have you forgotten who secretly instigated the horse bandit rebellion that nearly took the lives of Cui Rongrong and Xie Xiuzhu during the Lantern Festival that year?"
After saying this, Cui Yunhe's face suddenly changed, and a trace of astonishment and fear flashed in her eyes. It was obvious that the third lady's words touched upon some secrets deep in her heart that she did not want others to know.
The third lady's lips curled up into a cold smile, but her eyes hid a barely perceptible chill: "If the Song family knew that it was you, the queen, who was hiding in the dark and manipulating everything, do you think that with the pride and strength of the Song family, they would easily let go of such humiliation? Right now, Prince Xuan is eyeing the position of the crown prince and urgently needs the support of the Song family. Let me ask you, if they become your enemy, will Prince Xuan offend the entire Xie family for a mere concubine?"