The people in this capital have always spoken tactfully.

Even if they dislike each other, they always have to worry about their own identity on the surface, even if they have hatred and resentment, it is rare for them to speak ill of each other in front of them and lose their identity.

After the old lady Song rose from the Song family, she took care of herself and was reserved, and everyone she saw was full of face, where had she ever seen the king of the north who directly slapped her face and ridiculed her without following the routine, and even ridiculed each other viciously.

Her face was red at first, and she was so angry that she wanted to scold people as before, relying on her age.

But who knew that as soon as he raised his head and touched those cold eyes, it was as if someone was carrying a basin of cold water and splashing it on his head.

She suddenly remembered that the king of the north led his troops back to Beijing and broke into the palace of King Heng, carrying the neck of King Heng and the prince of King Heng's mansion like a dead dog, throwing people out of the palace, and sending dozens of people from the entire palace of King Heng to the guillotine.

That night, the blood of Hengwangfu was like a river, and no one survived.

And the head of the person at the entrance of the vegetable market in Beijing was hung on a wooden stake for seven days, and then someone took it down tremblingly, wrapped it in a straw mat and threw it into a mass grave and buried it indiscriminately.

King Bei said that there were more than one or two lives of the elders in his hands, and that was really more than that, just those in the Hengwang Mansion back then, as well as those in the royal family who were killed by him, I am afraid that he can't count them on two hands.

"Lord, I ......"

Old Madam Song thought of the fate of those people in Hengwangfu, and when she faced Yan Wuge, she was still a little hard.

Her lips trembled, and she forcibly suppressed the words that she almost blurted out, and pulled out a forced smile, "You misunderstood, I ......"

"Alright."

Princess Wen Xian directly interrupted her when she opened her mouth to explain.

She was originally here for Shen Junjiu today, and she wanted to see what the woman Yan Wuge liked was like, and she was not interested in paying attention to these relatives of the Song family, who clearly wanted to take advantage of the Shen family's brothers and sisters, and their greed and ambition were engraved on the door of their heads.

When Old Madam Song taught Shen Jun nine lessons just now, she was already unhappy.

At this time, seeing that she was frightened by the king of the north, her face was pale as if she was going to faint when she followed, and she felt even more unlucky.

Princess Wen Xian's expression was faint: "The royal daughter-in-law is not something that everyone can teach, and the words I gave to your granddaughter are also given to you now, pay attention to proportions in the future, and recognize your own identity clearly." ”

Obviously, he didn't speak harshly, but it was even more insulting than Yan Wuge's words.

The words of the eldest princess Wen Xian were like holding a whip, and she was viciously whipped directly in her face, peeling off her face and throwing it on the ground and stepping on it.

She already has a noble status, and even the palace concubines and queens of Emperor Ming Qi have to respect her when they see her, not to mention that she is just an ordinary official woman who has even lost her fate.

Princess Wen Xian didn't think about how humiliating her words were for Old Madam Song, but her eyebrows were faint,

"Song Xuanrong, as the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, should also be good at restraining the people in the house, he has already had a murderous wife, and now he has such a narrow-minded and unkind grandmother, no wonder he will raise such a frivolous daughter."

Her sentence was already a clear accusation, and she also piggybacked on Song Zhiyuan.

Shen Junjiu looked up at Song Zhiyuan and Old Lady Song, whose faces were unbearable, and then at the eldest princess Wen Xian, who was full of solemn expressions, and at the Changhe County Lord, who had a shallow but extremely agreed expression on the side, pursed his lips and suddenly had a thought.