Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 45 - That Baleful Star Has Come Again

The main gate exploded with a boom, turning into countless fine splinters.

Even the two servant boys at the gate, who had been sleeping like logs, were startled awake at this moment. The next instant, a chaotic and noisy sound came from inside and outside the gate. Who knows how many night-watch guards shot out from the darkness, each holding a curved saber, their ice-cold gazes fixed on the outside of the gate.

Such a huge commotion, could it be that the Wokou were attacking?

To actually dare to smash the Duke's mansion's main gate? They were courting death.

But they soon discovered that something was not right. Outside the gate, apart from a burly man, they did not see the figures of any Wokou. Instead, there were three other people standing not far away. Their gazes subconsciously shifted over.

When they saw that person, everyone sucked in a cold breath.

Ssss.

It was the Ninth Young Master.

That baleful star has come again.

In the current Duke's mansion, Song Yan was no longer that good-for-nothing whom anyone could bully. Now he had a new nickname:

Baleful Star.

Just after the engagement was confirmed, the Fifth Young Master's handmaiden, Xiao Cui, lost her life that very night.

On the day of the return visit, Zhang Xiaoshan was beaten to death with a staff.

Every time he appears, a life is lost. If this isn't a baleful star, what is?

They had thought that after the return visit, the Ninth Young Master probably wouldn't return to the Duke's mansion often. Who could have thought that in just a few days, he would actually kick down the Duke's mansion's main gate.

It's over, it's over. Who knows who's going to be unlucky this time!

Everyone was as silent as a cicada in winter. No one made a rash move, let alone a sound. After all, no one knew if a casual word from them might accidentally violate the Ninth Young-Master's taboos.

As for Zhao Hu, he swaggered back. The way he walked was as if he recognized no kin. Let alone others, even Song Yan had the urge to kick him.

But, the main gate of the Duke's mansion was made of Hainan Huanghuali wood. This type of wood was dense and hard, and its thickness was close to half a chi. To be able to kick it to pieces with one foot, what kind of terrifying force was that? Within the entire Duke's mansion, probably no one except for the Duke's personal guard, Song Dashan, could do it.

[N: Chi = 33.33 cm approx.]

Therefore, although Zhao Hu's swaggering gait made people's tempers flare just by looking at him, not a single one of these household guards dared to step forward and stop him.

Before, the Ninth Young Master had at least put on a bit of a pretense. Now, he comes up and orders someone to kick down the Duke's mansion's main gate. Is he not even bothering to act anymore?

"Young Master-in-law, how did I do? Not bad, right?" Returning to Song Yan's side, Zhao Hu was smug.

Song Yan's lips twitched.

"You did very well. It would be even better if you could be a little more restrained."

He let out a breath, his eyes gradually turning fierce. Ignoring the household guards holding steel sabers both inside and outside the gate, he charged straight into the Duke's mansion.

Although the household guards were numerous, facing Song Yan, they just kept retreating, crowding together, looking exceptionally pathetic.

Just then, an old figure came trotting hurriedly from a side courtyard. Who else could it be but Butler Wang?

It was obvious that Butler Wang had been suddenly awakened. He had come in a great hurry; he hadn't even had time to fasten the buttons on his clothes. He was old, after all. By the time he ran to Song Yan's side, he was already panting for breath.

Glancing at the shattered main gate, the wrinkled old face couldn't help but twitch. Taking a deep breath, Butler Wang Qingshan still tried his best to suppress the agitation in his heart.

"Ninth Young Master, what is the meaning of this..."

"Where is my father? I have urgent business with him." Song Yan's voice was cold.

He didn't give this old man any good face just because of the list Wang Qingshan had provided before. At least in front of others, he still maintained a certain distance from Wang Qingshan.

Wang Qingshan frowned: "Ninth Young Master, please wait in the study for a moment. I will go and call the Old Master right now."

Song Yan nodded and did not make things difficult for this old man. With a grim face, he walked towards the study.

It wasn't until the backs of Song Yan's party disappeared from view that the surrounding household guards all let out a collective sigh of relief. Looking at each other, they could all see the cold sweat that had broken out on their foreheads.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, they had managed to escape this disaster by keeping their mouths shut.

Who could have thought that Song Yan could bring them such terror.

……

The Duke Song's mansion, the study.

Gu Banxia and Zhao Hu were all standing guard outside. In the silent study, there was only the figure of Song Yan. The flickering candlelight reflected a grim and angry face.

Thump, thump, thump.

Hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the inner courtyard.

Song Hongtao's expression looked very ugly. After all, he was a grand Duke. For the main gate of his own mansion to be kicked down, what was the difference between that and being slapped directly in the face?

Even knowing that it was Song Yan who had done it, he still couldn't help but feel angry. It was only when he remembered that this was probably his most filial son that he managed to suppress his anger.

Walking to the study door, his gloomy eyes glanced at Gu Banxia, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu. Only then did he push open the door and walk in. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Song Yan's ferocious face.

The cold and stern air radiating from his body made even Song Hongtao's heart skip a beat. He felt that this son's change was really too great.

"Ahem..." Adjusting his mood, Song Hongtao coughed lightly twice.

"Yan'er, what's wrong with you? Did you run into some trouble? Why did you have to kick down the Duke's mansion's main gate? Don't you know that the main gate is the face of the Duke's mansion..."

Song Yan slowly raised his head. Only then did Song Hongtao discover that Song Yan's pupils were full of bloodshot veins.

"Face?"

Song Yan's eyes were cold and stern: "If a person is dead, who cares about face?"

Song Hongtao was stunned. He hesitated for a moment, then sat down opposite Song Yan.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Tonight, I was attacked by six assassins. If not for the guards by my side having some strength, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to sit here and talk with Father."

At this, Song Hongtao's expression changed drastically. His body, which had just sat down, shot up with a swish.

"What did you say?"

Only at this moment did Song Hongtao notice that the long robe on Song Yan's body was stained with dark brown patches. Faintly, he could even smell the scent of blood... Hmm, this was deliberately stained by Song Yan.

As if by pure instinct, Song Hongtao subconsciously thought of Song Zhen, whom he had grounded at home, and the mother and son pair, Yang Miaoqing.

He silently took out the blood-soaked bank note from his bosom, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Song Hongtao.

"I found this on the assassins' bodies. The corpses are still by the bank of the Yi-Luo River. If you don't believe me, Father, you can send someone to check.”

Frowning tightly, he picked up the bank note and examined it carefully. Soon, Song Hongtao's expression changed again.

The signature on the bank note: Yang Miaoqing!

At this moment, Song Hongtao surprisingly didn't have the slightest bit of doubt in his heart. His only thought was, It really is her. That venomous woman. She has already killed three of my illegitimate sons. Is she not even going to spare this last one who married out?

No, that's not right. If Yang Miaoqing simply wanted to kill his illegitimate son, there was no need to specially arrange assassins to attack him after he married into the Luo family. This would cause unnecessary trouble.

Unless... unless there was some special reason that forced Yang Miaoqing to do this.

Could it be that Song Yan knows about the filthy affair between her and Yang Zhen, and Yang Miaoqing already knows this?

So, this is... silencing a witness by killing them?

Sure enough, just as Butler Wang had predicted before, once there is a target in one's heart, everything that happens will become an arrow shooting towards that target.

Wang Qingshan quietly glanced at Song Hongtao. This very obvious frame-up, I'm afraid only the Old Master, who was extremely angry and growing to detest the First Mistress more and more, would believe it.

But what did this have to do with him? Wang Qingshan lowered his eyelids and stood obediently to the side, as if nothing had happened.

Song Hongtao's pupils contracted, his face grim to the extreme, growing angrier and angrier. Suddenly, with a peng, he slammed his palm on the table.

"Men, bring that bitch Yang Miaoqing to me!"

"Huu..." Just then, Song Yan let out a slow breath.

"Father, don't be anxious. I have another piece of news to tell you. I must ask you to be a little mentally prepared."

Song Hongtao's eyelid suddenly twitched. He instinctively had a bad premonition.

The last time Song Yan spoke to him in this manner, the news he brought was... that Yang Miaoqing had cuckolded him, and Song Zhen was not his biological son.

This time, what would it be?

Song Yan's expression was also extremely strange. He couldn't help but choose his words. Last time, he wasn't tactful enough and almost angered Song Hongtao to the point of vomiting blood. This time, he had to be a bit more tactful. He turned his head, saw a potted plant by the wall, which was a lush and beautiful green, and reached out to pluck two leaves from it.

"Here are two leaves."

He placed one leaf on the tabletop.

"One leaf is Song Zhen."

"The other leaf is also Song Zhen... pah, it's Song Zhe!"

This time, that's tactful enough.