Nanny Li was an old servant by the Second Lady's side. But at this point, the Second Lady simply hardened her heart and said, "Such a servant who slurs her master truly deserves to die!"
"And..."
Hearing Song Jinyu's voice again, the Second Lady felt a throbbing pain in her temples. She used to think Song Jinyu was soft - tempered and easy to bully, but now it seemed that she was not someone to be trifled with.
"How much should be the monthly allowance for the legitimate young mistress of the Prefect's Mansion? Let's calculate it properly. Second Aunt, bring out the account books!"
Every silver coin they had embezzled was recorded in them!
The Second Lady was greatly shocked and forced a smile, saying, "This... I'll send someone to check it. There's no need to trouble the eldest young lady."
Before Song Jinyu could say anything, she grabbed Song Wangqiu and hurriedly left.
Watching their backs, Song Jinyu's eyes were full of disdain. She went back into the room to comfort Mrs. Xiang, "Sister - in - law, don't worry. After you've recovered your health, I'll get the power of managing the household back for you."
Meanwhile, Song Wangqiu tightly clutched her handkerchief and worriedly said, "Mother, do we really have to hand over the power of managing the household again?"
The Second Lady's face was filled with hatred. "She can forget it. Once the power of managing the household is in my hands, no one can take it away!"
Saying this, a sinister smile spread across her lips. "Moreover, since Mrs. Xiang had a miscarriage and suffered all these days, she probably won't be able to have children in the future."
She secretly thought, if something happened to Song Jinyu and Song Wangqiu was the only junior in the Prefect's Mansion, then they would have to give her the position of the legitimate daughter.
The gruesome death of Nanny Li was still vivid in her mind. A chill ran down her spine from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
Without Song Jinyu's further urging, the steward quickly and voluntarily threw out all of Miss Song's things.
Even though Song Wangqiu stamped her feet and cursed beside him, the steward didn't dare to stop, fearing that Song Jinyu would blame him and cost him his life.
Such a decisive woman. It seemed that there was going to be a change in the Prefect's Mansion.
"Mother, not only did she take away my room, but she also ordered the steward to throw out my clothes. She simply doesn't put you in her eyes!"
Song Wangqiu's tearful appearance made the Second Lady even more furious. Her fat - filled face looked gloomy.
She slapped the table heavily with her plump hand. A large amount of water splashed out of the cup, scalding the Second Lady. She let out an angry yelp and threw the cup to the ground.
"Let's go! Go find your uncle!" Only by hearing him scold Song Jinyu a few times could she relieve her anger.
Walking through the courtyard, the autumn wind was cool. The Second Lady strode forward, and Song Wangqiu followed closely in small steps. Soon they came to the door of Prefect Song's room.
Just as her fat, wrinkled hand was about to angrily knock on the door, Prefect Song's hearty laughter came from inside.
His precious daughter had finally come home. He must have doted on her a great deal these days. Besides, it was they who had first snatched her room.
They had to put this matter aside for the time being.
"Let's go!" The Second Lady's face was terrifyingly ugly.
"Mother..." Song Wangqiu looked pitiful, but the words she hadn't said were swallowed back by the Second Lady.
"Shut up and go back!"
Ignoring her daughter's soft sobs, a dark light flashed in the Second Lady's squinted eyes. It seemed that she had underestimated the status of this legitimate daughter in Song Qinzhou's heart.
However...
She would never let this eldest young lady who had suddenly appeared in the Prefect's Mansion have an easy time. A strong dragon can't overpower a local snake. She wanted to see what kind of storm this good niece of hers could stir up in the Prefect's Mansion!
Looking at his daughter who had been sent to Tianmen Mountain to learn medical skills since childhood, Song Qinzhou felt a bit guilty. After all, he hadn't witnessed his daughter's growth.
"Yu'er, the journey back home this time was so long. Why did you only bring guards and maids? If something happened to you, how could your father bear it..." Song Qinzhou pretended to be angry, but the doting in his eyes had already given him away.
Song Jinyu reached out to beat her father's back to relieve his fatigue and said coquettishly, "Father, don't worry. You know the skills of Niaoniao and Cheng Song. And with my poison - making skills, if anyone dares to provoke me, humph..."
"Yu'er..." Song Qinzhou's tone was unclear.
"Don't worry, Father!" Song Jinyu replied cheerfully.
"No, be gentler with your hands..."
"..."
Song Qinzhou didn't ask further. When he first returned to the mansion, he had heard about the matter of Nanny Li. "Yu'er, about Nanny Li..."
Song Jinyu paused and pricked up her ears, waiting for the continuation.
"You did a good job. But... we must eradicate the roots!"
His gaze suddenly turned sharp. "Secret guards, drive out Nanny Li's husband. He is never allowed to step into Liuzhou City for the rest of his life! If he disobeys, kill him immediately!"
"Yes!" A voice came from nowhere in the air, and then it was quiet again.
To be in the position of the prefect, Song Qinzhou was naturally not a simple - minded person.
Nanny Li was just a servant. Without an order, she would never have done such an excessive thing. And he had only heard about this today, so someone must have deliberately concealed it.
He already had a general idea of who was behind this.
Stopping in front of the window, Song Qinzhou put his hands behind his back. A look of authority from long - term high - position flashed in his slightly squinted eyes. The coldness in them couldn't even be melted by the sunlight shining into the room.
"Daughter... Now that you're approaching the coming - of - age ceremony, I'd like to hand over the entire matter of managing the household to you."
The rich smile on her pretty face froze before it could fade. Her expression, solidified by her father's words, was strangely fixed on her face.
Then she realized the trouble implied in this sentence. Song Jinyu, who had been smiling playfully just now, immediately drooped her face.
"Ah?!"