Chapter 87 The Best Revenge
"Poisoned?"
Jingque was startled, then reacted. She lowered her voice and asked incredulously, "Miss, what you mean is that Lord Cheng En poisoned Zhou to make her look sick?"
"Can't be wrong."
Song Shiwei said with a hint of coldness in her eyes: "After all, my mother died of this "illness" back then."
She asked, "Now you know why I want to help Jingniang stay, right?"
Jingque understood that the young lady wanted to use Jingniang and the child to make Cheng Enbo and Zhou Shi fall out, and she was playing a big game.
Song Shiwei said: "Remember when I asked you whether my father really loved Zhou?
In my opinion, the feelings between them have long been exhausted.
My father has a huge fortune but he can only take care of the old and ugly Zhou.
Do you really think he is so affectionate? It's just because Zhou knows his secret that he doesn't dare to do anything wrong.
And with Zhou's temper, she would definitely not tolerate Jingniang.
She will definitely force my father to take action against Jingniang. My father has already tolerated her all his life. Do you think he will be willing to continue to tolerate her?"
"Miss is very smart."
Jingque admired sincerely.
Song Shiwei smiled and said, "If you want to overthrow my father, Zhou is the biggest killer.
What would Zhou do if she knew that her husband, whom she shared a bed with, secretly poisoned her?"
She snorted, a hint of cruelty flashed across her eyes: "Zhou worked so hard to get rid of my mother, but in the end she ended up with the same fate as my mother. Isn't this the best revenge?"
Jingque was already impatient to watch the show at the Cheng'en Marquis' Mansion.
The two were talking as they walked away towards Wutong Courtyard, when they suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from the yard in front.
Accompanied by the panicked voice of the servant: "Miss, please put down the knife."
"Go away, don't stop me, I'm going to kill Shen Linchuan!"
Song Mingzhu was waving a dagger in her hand. The servants in the yard wanted to stop her but did not dare to step forward.
After she woke up, she realized that Shen Linchuan had taken away her innocence while she was drunk.
Moreover, the matter has become known to the whole city, and her reputation is now ruined.
Her mother fell seriously ill because of this incident, and her father wanted to send her out of the capital to avoid the limelight. She cried and made a fuss, but to no avail.
Song Mingzhu wanted to commit suicide, but before she died she had to kill Shen Linchuan to be buried with her.
"Killing must be paid with life."
Song Shiwei stood in front of the hanging flower gate and said to the servants in the yard: "You all go out, I will persuade my sister."
The servants retreated one after another.
Song Mingzhu looked at Song Shiwei with hatred in her eyes. She pointed the dagger in her hand at Song Shiwei and said, "You want to laugh at me, don't you?"
"Am I not the one being made a laughing stock by the people of the capital?
After all, it was my husband who was having an affair with my sister."
Song Shiwei sighed and said, "Since you have already set your eyes on Shen Linchuan, just marry him.
Why did you drag me into this and ruin my life for no reason?"
"Who's into him?"
Song Mingzhu felt sick when she thought of Shen Linchuan.
How could she, who had lived a life of luxury since her childhood, fall in love with a poor scholar like Shen Linchuan? Even though he was handsome and had the talent to become the top scholar in the imperial examination, he was still not to her liking.
The one she likes is Gu Yucheng.
Song Shiwei asked her, "If you, my sister, didn't fall in love with him, then why did mother and you frame me time and again, wanting me to be divorced by the Shen family?
If it weren't for what you did, how could Shen Linchuan think you were interested in him?"
Song Mingzhu widened her eyes. It turned out that all the troubles were caused by her mother's conspiracy against Song Shiwei?
So that made Shen Linchuan mistakenly think that she wanted to marry him?
Her face turned pale in an instant and her heart was filled with misery.
So it was all her own fault?
Song Mingzhu reacted and refused to admit that she had done such a thing: "Who framed you? Stop accusing me and my mother here."
Song Shiwei shrugged and said, "You know whether you did it or not. Now everyone in the capital knows that you and my husband are having an affair.
There are only two choices before you: either marry my husband as a concubine, or die to prove your loyalty."
Song Mingzhu said a little excitedly: "I will never be Shen Linchuan's concubine."
How could she, a noble lady like Cheng Enbo, become someone else's concubine, especially when that person was Shen Linchuan?
She was unwilling to marry him as his legal wife.
Is it really the case that she has no way out but death?
But why, why should she be the one who died.
Her eyes were bloodshot and she gritted her teeth as she said, "Even if I die, I will drag Shen Linchuan to hell with me."
Song Mingzhu was about to leave the yard holding the dagger when she heard Song Shiwei say, "Actually, you have a third choice."
She paused and looked back.
Song Shiwei said: "You will die if you kill Shen Linchuan. It is not worth losing your life for a man.
If you and Shen Linchuan really have no affair, but he forced you, then you should go to the government and sue him.
Tell everyone you are the victim to prove your innocence."
She walked over and snatched the dagger from Song Mingzhu's hand and said, "But my father won't agree, because he wants you to marry Shen Linchuan."
Song Mingzhu's pupils suddenly shrank and her face was full of shock.
"Why don't you believe it?"
Song Shiwei said: "If father really wanted to make the decision for you, he would have reported to the police yesterday and had Shen Linchuan arrested.
But he finally chose to keep quiet and wait for Shen Linchuan to be admitted to high school.
Once Shen Linchuan graduates from high school, you can marry him.
If my sister really wants to be the wife of the number one scholar, I can help her and ask for a divorce.
The key is whether my sister is willing?
If you are willing, wait for the right time and let your father plan for you. If you are not willing, go and sue Shen Linchuan for forcing you."
She patted Song Mingzhu on the shoulder and said, "Although Shen Linchuan is my husband, you are my blood sister after all. I will support you no matter what you choose.
Just don't do stupid things anymore. Your mother is already seriously ill because of you. If you can't get over it, won't you be killing her?"
Song Mingzhu frowned and shook off her hand and asked, "Are you so kind?"
"Song Mingzhu, ask yourself honestly, have I ever done anything to harm you since I returned to Beijing?
In short, believe it or not, this is all I have said, and you can do whatever you want."
Song Shiwei left after saying this.
Song Mingzhu looked at her departing back and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Since Song Shiwei knew that she and her mother framed her, how could she be so kind as to give her advice?
Could it be that he wants to plot against her?
Now that her mother was bedridden, she didn't even have anyone to discuss things with, and her father refused to make the decision for her. Instead, he wanted her to marry Shen Linchuan.
What should she do?
Song Mingzhu thought about it carefully, and after a while her eyes darkened. Then she made up her mind and left the yard.