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Song Feiwan casually surveyed the courtyard, her gaze eventually settling back on Song Shuyou's face.
Though her expression was cold and indifferent, it made Song Shuyou's heart race. Why was she afraid of this person?
Hmph, the arsonists have already been arranged. What’s there to be arrogant about? Tonight, you will die!
Forgotten? A smile curled on Song Feiwan's lips as she thought, This courtyard belongs to me.
Song Shuyou's expression changed. Indeed, Li had once been Song Taipeng's concubine; such a fine courtyard was naturally meant for Song Feiwan, the legitimate daughter. After Song Taipeng's first wife passed away, Li took her place and drove Song Feiwan out, claiming the courtyard for herself.
Thinking of this, she rolled her eyes.
Since both sides were after Song Feiwan's life, there was no need for her to pretend to share a sisterly bond with a dead woman. With disdain, she said, "I've lived here for over ten years; how did it become yours? You even destroyed my courtyard gate and didn’t give me an explanation. Don’t blame me if I make you regret it!"
Song Feiwan’s expression remained unchanged; she didn’t bother to argue with her. Instead, she raised her hand and commanded, "Come here. Since the Second Miss doesn’t know how to appreciate kindness, throw her and her belongings out."
Song Shuyou stared in disbelief, her eyes wide. "Song Feiwan, you dare!"
Not only did Song Feiwan dare, but the servants she brought also proved they were willing to act! Without another word from Song Feiwan, the group of frail and elderly servants rushed forward.
Having been oppressed for years, they all harbored pent-up frustration. With newfound confidence, they showed no mercy as they moved in.
Caught off guard by their sudden attack, Song Shuyou quickly found herself at a disadvantage. As she watched her people being taken down one by one and her belongings tossed out the door, she could no longer maintain her composure or grace. She screamed, "Song Feiwan, you’re insane! Tell your people to stop!"
"How dare you! I am the Second Miss of the Song residence! You lowly servants aren’t afraid that I’ll kill you!"
She scolded her own people as well, "Useless fools! Why aren’t you stopping them?"
Two groups of people clashed together in a chaotic battle.
Logically speaking, in terms of numbers and strength, Song Feiwan was at a disadvantage. However, her followers knew she was the future Consort of the Zhunchen Prince, which gave them immense confidence, and they fought fiercely. Their ferocity was enough to intimidate Song Shuyou's people!
Moreover, Song Feiwan had trained in Sanda. In such a tense situation, without a strong backing, one wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. Seizing an opportunity, she grabbed Song Shuyou by the collar and threw her out the door!
Bang! Song Shuyou fell to the ground, covered in dirt and looking utterly disheveled, stunned as she sat there.
Hearing the commotion, Li Shi rushed over, only to be met with a scene of chaos that made her vision blur.
"Song Feiwan, how dare you lay a hand on Shuyou? You reckless fool!" Li Shi scolded with a darkened face.
Song Feiwan shook her wrist and turned her clear, beautiful eyes towards Li Shi, offering a cool smile that seemed to say: Not only do I dare to act against her, but I would also dare to take action against you.
Li Shi's pupils constricted as she supported Song Shuyou, feeling trapped with no way to advance or retreat. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she forced herself to calm down.
Did you really think that I couldn’t handle you? Come here, seize her!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
This time, the people she brought were imposing and well-equipped!
Li Shi sneered: "The Madam has summoned a group of exceptional guards. I advise you to surrender quietly; it will save you from suffering."
Contrary to her expectations, Song Feiwan not only showed no fear but looked at her with a smile that was almost mocking: "Are you sure you want to fight me?"
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