Xiaoxi handed the tea to her when a maid rushed in from outside. Seeing her in such a hurry, Xiaoxi frowned and asked, "Why are you so flustered? What's wrong with you?"
The maid said anxiously, "Madam, a young lady has come outside. She's very angry and wants to see you, madam. From what this servant can tell, she may not mean well..."
Song Ruotang had long known that Song Wanying would come. As soon as she stood up, Xiaoxi looked a bit worried. "Madam, are you going to go over? If you don't want to see her, let Uncle Pei send her away."
Song Ruotang gave Xiaoxi a reassuring smile. "It's okay. Let's go and have a look."
The show wouldn't be so easy to stage without Song Wanying.
Song Ruotang was also simply dressed today. When she reached the main hall, from afar she saw Song Wanying standing at the door, looking around with a look of disgust on her face.
"Sister, why do you have time to come today..."
Slap!
Before Song Ruotang could finish her sentence, a loud slap resounded. The little maid standing behind Song Ruotang let out a scream and quickly went to check on her injury. She also blocked in front of Song Ruotang.
Song Wanying was very strong. Song Ruotang was knocked off - balance just like before. Fortunately, with the maid beside her, she didn't fall to the ground like last time.
"Miss, why did you hurt someone out of the blue?!" Xiaoxi supported Song Ruotang's arm and angrily questioned.
Song Wanying folded her arms and sneered disdainfully. "A low - class maid dares to shout at this young lady?" As she said this, she raised her hand to hit Xiaoxi again, but this slap didn't land on the other's face.
Song Wanying opened her eyes in surprise and looked at the maid in front of her in disbelief. Xiaoxi stood in front of Song Ruotang, supporting her with one hand and grabbing Song Wanying's wrist with the other, firmly blocking her attack.
But Song Wanying had her own way of fighting. With her hand restrained, she kicked Xiaoxi in the stomach.
Xiaoxi winced in pain and let go of her hand. Along with Song Ruotang, they both fell backward onto the ground.
Song Wanying stood in front, looking down at Song Ruotang and the others with mockery in her eyes, as if they were mere ants.
"Song Ruotang, you're really shameless. You're already a concubine, yet you still have your eye on Yu Lang." Song Wanying's eyes were full of disgust.
Song Ruotang staggered to her feet, looking like a willow swaying in the wind, which made Song Wanying even more jealous.
"What are you talking about, sister? I don't understand." Song Ruotang's eyes were red - rimmed and filled with mist. The finger marks on her face were obvious, making her look extremely pitiful.
Song Wanying snorted. "Stop pretending to be stupid with me! I'm warning you, Yu Lang is not someone you can covet. You're just a low - class concubine. Don't you know your own place?"
"Sister, since I got married here, I've always behaved myself. I never enjoyed a good life in the family mansion in the capital. I've always been in the rural estate on the outskirts. Sister, now that I've become a concubine as you wished, do you still want to drive me to the brink of despair?"
Song Ruotang's voice was soft and mournful. Her words were like a bitter complaint, making those around her almost shed tears. While sighing about her bitter fate, they also disliked the hot - tempered Song Wanying even more.
"Shut up!" Song Wanying flew into a rage and roared. She raised her hand to hit Song Ruotang again. But just as she raised her hand, before the slap could land, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her brutal act.
"Miss, you came here and injured my mistress without knowing the truth. Now you still want to cause trouble here?" A somewhat aged voice sounded from the side. An old man with a weather - beaten face, about fifty years old, was holding Song Wanying's wrist. He exuded an air of authority and stood upright beside Song Wanying.
Uncle Pei threw Song Wanying's hand away and directly blocked in front of Song Ruotang and the others. He had been with Pei Zhiyan for many years and had been handling many affairs in the mansion. He had a natural aura of dignity, which made Song Wanying feel a bit scared.
"This is not your territory. It's not a place where you can cause trouble!" Uncle Pei's tone was cold and full of warning. Song Wanying unconsciously took two steps back.
But she propped herself up, steadied her mind, frowned and asked, "Who are you? It's my business to discipline my younger sister. Why do you interfere?"
"I'm the person in charge of this mansion." Uncle Pei said calmly, "Miss, you're not welcome here. Please apologize to my mistress and then leave."
"Apologize?" Song Wanying seemed to have heard a joke. She looked at Uncle Pei's aged face and then at Song Ruotang. "Song Ruotang, you really have it tough. Marrying an old man who's almost on his last legs. I'm afraid you've never even experienced the joys of the boudoir, right?"
Song Wanying paced back and forth a few steps and sized her up. "No wonder you want to seduce my Yu Lang. Does your master know? You're not satisfied with being a concubine. You even want to be a slut. In that case, why don't you volunteer to go to the brothel?"
As soon as her mocking words were out, Uncle Pei's authoritative voice came down. "Nonsense! Someone, escort this young lady out!"
As soon as Uncle Pei finished speaking, people immediately stepped forward. Some carried sticks, and some grabbed her arms. No matter how much Song Wanying struggled, she couldn't break free. Instead, she was carried towards the door.
"Song Ruotang, you wait! One day I'll..."
"One day you'll what?"
A cold and imposing voice sounded from outside the door. Song Wanying was being dragged away, scolding towards the inner courtyard. Her hairpin was askew, and her clothes were in disarray. She no longer had the dignity a young lady should have.
Hearing this voice, Song Wanying quickly turned her head and faced Pei Zhiyan's extremely handsome face. She was stunned for a moment, and the ferocious look on her face immediately turned into one of grievance.
"Lord Pei... My lord, you must avenge me!" Song Wanying was still being dragged. She struggled to kneel on the ground, and her voice immediately took on a sob.
Pei Zhiyan looked at the servants holding her. They quickly let go of her and stood respectfully to one side.
"What's going on?" Pei Zhiyan looked at Song Wanying, who was sobbing on the ground.
Song Wanying immediately replied, "Today I came to visit my younger sister and scolded her a bit. I didn't expect my younger sister to complain and ask her master to beat me out..."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and pretended to wipe away tears.
Pei Zhiyan frowned. Song Wanying was not the kind of person who would let others bully her. Just now she was scolding so fiercely.
Seeing that Pei Zhiyan didn't believe her, Song Wanying crawled a few steps on her knees and knelt at his feet. She grabbed the corner of his robe. "Uncle Pei, I didn't mean to scold my younger sister on purpose. It's really that she's unchaste. Even after getting married, she still has her eye on others. She's been making eyes at Yu Lang..."
Song Wanying's tone was very aggrieved. Song Ruotang and the others also came over when they heard the noise. Pei Zhiyan immediately saw Song Ruotang's red - rimmed eyes and the finger marks on her face.
Hearing Song Wanying's complaint, his face darkened.
Song Wanying thought that since Pei Yu was involved, Pei Zhiyan also disliked Song Ruotang. So she spoke even more vigorously. "Uncle, I really can't bear to let my younger sister disgrace the family name and damage Lord Pei's reputation. That's why I came here. I didn't expect her to treat me like this..."