"Not send him away? What do you want to do?"
Song Yuan also saw it, and thought Song Yanrou had lost her mind: "Could it be that you still want to marry a servant?!"
"Bang—bang—"
"Mmm—mmm—"
At this moment, the sound of the plank falling on Zhuzi's body also came from the courtyard.
"Zhuzi! Woo woo woo, don't hit him anymore! Don't hit him!"
Song Yanrou continued to cry and beg for Zhuzi: "Father, I beg you, please let Zhuzi go! We are truly in love! Father, I am willing to marry Zhuzi!"
What else could this be if not being possessed by a demon?
Song Chaoyu suddenly remembered that in her previous life, it was she and Zhuzi who were close.
Zhuzi had also hinted to her several times, but she hadn't understood, and soon married Mu Hanxu in place of Song Yanjiao.
Thinking about it now, it's likely that Song Yanrou also had feelings for Zhuzi in her previous life. Otherwise, why would Song Yanrou have taken an inexplicable dislike to her as soon as Song Chaoyu entered the Song mansion?
In this life, they are still like this, which also gave Song Chaoyu an opportunity.
As for why the two of them did not end up together in the previous life, Song Chaoyu did not know.
In short, in this life, judging by Song Yanrou's appearance, has she truly fallen in love with Zhuzi?
Song Yuan trembled all over with anger.
"Yuan'er."
The old madam nodded to Song Chaoyu, and Song Chaoyu stepped forward to pour Song Yuan a cup of tea.
The old madam then said, "Things have come to this point, and the third girl is still like this. You also need to seriously consider how to handle this matter."
She glanced at Zhuzi: "That one is cunning. He kept letters from the third girl. I sent people to look for them, but they were not found in his room. I'm afraid he won't give up so easily. If we kill him now, it's not impossible."
"No, Grandmother, I beg you!"
Song Yanrou had already burst into tears. Even though she was tied up, she kept kowtowing to the old Song madam: "We truly want to be together, I beg Grandmother not to kill him! Your granddaughter is willing to be with him, I beg Grandmother and Father to grant our wish!"
Song Yuan took the tea handed over by Song Chaoyu. Looking at the obedient Song Chaoyu and then at the still stubborn Song Yanrou below, the two daughters were clearly different in his heart.
After thinking for a moment, Song Yuan called out to Po Zhizhi outside, "Stop, bring Zhuzi to me!"
Zhuzi's back was already bloody and bruised, but his consciousness was still clear.
The old woman threw him directly in front of Song Yuan. Song Yuan bent down and stared at Zhuzi's face: "Speak, where are the other letters the third young lady gave you?"
Zhuzi was in a mess all over, but his eyes showed a smile as he shook his head: "This servant... does not remember! This servant and the third young lady exchanged many letters, most of which were hidden by this servant. But now this servant truly does not remember. If Master hates me, then beat me to death. This servant and the third young lady truly wish to be together. If Master cannot fulfill this servant's wish, this servant is willing to give up this life for the third young lady!"
He looked at Song Yanrou affectionately: "To be able to meet the third young lady in this life is this servant's fortune and honor. This servant has no other wishes!"
If he hadn't said this, Song Yanrou might have backed down.
But at this moment, Zhuzi, who had no way out, said this, and Song Yanrou was so foolish as to think this was his true feelings.
She cried and clamored, saying she wanted to die with Zhuzi, which gave Song Yuan a terrible headache.
Seeing that Song Yuan had no other options, the old madam finally rebuked Song Yanrou: "Shut up! You're so noisy! How dare you cry? If you cry again, I won't care about dignity and will have both of you thrown into the pond! How can my Song family have such a shameless girl like you?"
At these words, Song Yanrou truly dared not cry anymore.
The old madam then looked at the First Madam: "You are the First Madam of this mansion, you must say something! Although the third girl was raised by a concubine, you watched her grow up. You failed to restrain the female members of the household, do you think this matter has nothing to do with you?"
"This daughter-in-law admits her mistake!"
No matter how unhappy the First Madam was, she did not dare to conflict with the old madam at this time.
She quickly lowered her head and glanced at Zhuzi again: "Seeing that it's not good to have them kneeling here. Although we are all family, there are still many servants and maids outside. How about this: first confine the third girl to the ancestral hall, and then lock this Zhuzi in the woodshed. We can discuss these matters slowly. To the outside world, we will say that the third girl fell into the pond today and contracted a contagious disease, so she was confined for treatment."
She then glanced at Song Chaoyu: "Now that we have the physician Fan in the house, I see she is very tight-lipped. You don't need to worry about this, Mother."
The old madam finally nodded at the First Madam's handling of the matter, and then said to Song Yuan: "Yuan'er, this matter is not urgent. We must wait for Wang Shi to wake up, and then you, First Madam, and Wang Shi can discuss it. What do you think?"
What other options did Song Yuan have now?
He could only nod, then rub his forehead, and point at Song Yanrou: "Confine this shameless thing to the ancestral hall! Give her only one meal a day, and no one is allowed to see her! Otherwise, they will be confined with her!"
He then pointed at Zhuzi: "Tie him up, stuff him into a bag, and throw him into the woodshed. If anyone sees even a tiny bit of this, I will beat you useless servants to death!"
Song Yuan usually wouldn't say such things; he was clearly enraged today.
The servants and maids below dared not make a sound, and only did as Song Yuan wished.
The old madam also reminded Song Yuan: "Since Yang'er has woken up now. He is the legitimate eldest son of the family, you can also ask him about some things. Madam Nie has a good temper. Let Madam Nie deliver meals to the third girl, and no one else is allowed to interfere."
After speaking, the old madam also stood up and waved to Song Chaoyu: "Fourth girl, come, help me back to my room. It's so late today, we'll talk about anything tomorrow!"
Before leaving, she glanced at the First Madam again: "It's so late, Jiao'er should be back by now. Even if a group went to the Prince of Ning's mansion as guests, it shouldn't be this late. If you still want the Song family's reputation, you should keep your household members in check in the future!"
As she walked, she muttered, "All night, only the fourth girl has stayed by my side."
The First Madam looked at the old madam affectionately holding Song Chaoyu's hand and suddenly realized something.
She wondered: Since when did the fourth girl gain such a firm foothold in the Song mansion?