Volume 1: Chapter 6

But the words that come out are like water spilled out, where is there a reason to recycle, and with so many pairs of eyes watching, Song Jiayao is obviously not as easy to bully as in the past, and has been moving out the identity and name of her daughter-in-law to oppress people.

Wang Xi, who is an aunt, if she really refuses to do things, her image and reputation will be completely ruined if she has worked hard for half her life!

I could only grit my teeth and said, "Haosheng apologizes to your eldest sister, maybe your eldest sister will be happy, and your punishment will be waived!" ”

Song Jiaqi was more aware of the wind and rudder, and when she saw that the momentum was not right, she immediately changed her face, although she was a little reluctant, she still saluted Song Jiayao in a proper manner.

"My sister is not sensible, and I hope my sister will forgive me for the following crimes."

Song Jiayao nodded and looked at Wang Xi with a smile.

"It is said that my aunt and sister are people who know the times, and they are indeed worthy of their reputation. As for Sister Jiarou, since you are so willful, don't blame the sister for not giving you a chance. There is no need to apologize, come on, invite the fourth lady down, and punish it according to what my aunt said. ”

Song Jiarou's face turned pale, she cried and screamed to Wang Xi for help, and continued to scold Song Jiayao indiscriminately, making Wang Xi angry, and really wanted to beat her to death with her own hands.

"What are you still doing in a daze, dragging the fourth lady who is talking nonsense down! Hit hard, just the family style of our general's mansion! ”

When the subordinates heard Wang Xi's order, they could only come hard and drag Song Jiarou away, Song Jiarou first scolded vigorously, and then there was a heart-rending scream.

Wang Xi gently wiped it on his lips with a red brocade handkerchief, in the end, he had eaten more than Song Jiayao for decades, and he was much older and spicier.

Ignoring Song Jiarou's screams, with an extremely gentle smile on his face, he stepped forward and sat down next to Song Jiayao.

Gently held her fair and tender hand, and her voice was even softer.

"Jia Yao, you have been in a coma for this time, but your aunt is in a hurry. My aunt went to Shangcheng Temple to burn incense and pray for you, and now that you have woken up and recovered, you should go to the temple to make a vow, and let your father and I feel at ease. ”

Kamiseiji Temple?

Song Jiayao's heart moved.

In her previous life, she listened to Wang Xi's words, and happily went to the temple to burn incense and make a vow, but she was stopped by gangsters on the road and insulted in every way......

Wang Xi's mother and daughter wanted to destroy themselves for a day or two, she always thought it was just a coincidence in Shangcheng Temple, but now that she thinks about it, it is more like Wang Xi did it intentionally.

Song Jiayao withdrew her hands quietly, and her dark jade-like eyes flashed imperceptibly with a trace of cruel light. The nails were pinched in the palms of his hands, but the corners of his mouth showed a faint smile.

"Since it is my aunt's hard work, Jia Yao will go from now on."

With such painstaking design, how could she live up to their kindness?

Let's see how she pierces their true colors and slaps them in the face!

Seeing that Song Jiayao agreed, Wang Xi was overjoyed and nodded again and again.

After a few words of greeting with Wang Xi, Song Jiayao casually made an excuse and went back to her Liantai Pavilion.

Song Jiayao's performance in the Qinxiang Courtyard has long been spread to the ears of the people in the General's Mansion, and the girls who used to be commanding also bowed their heads at this time, but they are much more well-behaved, and they will salute and be called "Miss", which is really a bit of a slave.

You can imagine how arrogant they usually are!

Song Jiayao sneered, ignored them, and only called Qing'er to explain some things about praying for blessings and incense.