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Father Song took the documents and began to read them carefully. His expression grew increasingly grim, and his hands started to tremble slightly as he spoke softly.
The members of the Song family were immediately thrown into an uproar. Mother Song turned pale and exclaimed, "How could this happen? What... what are we going to do?"
Song Qingmo bit her lip tightly, her tone sharp.
I let out a cold laugh and continued, "You plotted against me, sowed discord between me and my family, and even went so far as to create accidents—all to preserve your position in the Song family." With each word I spoke, Song Qingmo's face grew paler, her body swaying as if she might collapse.
"N-no... it’s not like that... Dad, Mom, you have to believe me, I didn't..." Song Qingmo cried out, desperately trying to defend herself. But her panicked eyes and trembling voice betrayed her.
"Qingmo... why would you lie to us?"
Song Qingmo wept bitterly, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, I... I didn't... I would never lie to you... I'm your daughter..."
She lowered her head, unable to meet Mother Song's gaze. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she choked on her words.
I looked at Song Qingmo, a flicker of pity crossing my eyes, but it was quickly replaced by resolve.
Father Song took a deep breath and handed the documents to Mother Song with a heavy tone. "You should read this for yourself."
Mother Song accepted the documents and, after reading them, slumped into her chair, silent tears streaming down her face.
She looked at Father Song as he invited me to the Song Family Ancestral Hall for ancestral worship. I understood this was a signal that the Song family was officially accepting me.
I did not pay attention to Song Qingmo, but instead turned my gaze to Father Song and said calmly, "I can resolve this crisis."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Father Song's eyes. "Really? Can you truly do it?"
"Miao Miao, can you really resolve this crisis?" Mother Song tightened her grip on my hand, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, filled with visible worry and anticipation.
I gently patted her hand, giving her a reassuring look.
Thin wisps of smoke rose into the air, appearing particularly ethereal in the dim light.
The members of the Song Family held their breath, anxiously watching my movements. After a moment, I paused and pointed at Song Qingmo. "The Song Family, perhaps this is your destined calamity, but it is also your opportunity."
In the following days, I followed my own methods, step by step resolving the situation.
"There has been deliberate tampering in the Song Family Ancestral Hall to disrupt the Song Family's feng shui," I stated calmly.
"What?!" Father Song suddenly stood up, his face pale with anger. "Who dares to act so boldly against the Song Family?"
I handed him a cloth bundle and slowly spoke, "Ancestors of the Song Family, today, unfilial descendant Song Miaomiao has something to report." My voice echoed in the spacious ancestral hall, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Father Song halted in his tracks, his gaze sharp as he looked at me. He said in a low voice, "Miao Miao, you... you really are..."
I interrupted him calmly. "Yes, I am the daughter of the Song Family."
"Mother Song," unable to contain herself any longer, burst into tears and pulled me into her embrace. "My child, my child, you have suffered all these years...!"
My words echoed like thunder in the ancestral hall. Song Qingmo's face turned pale in an instant, her body trembling involuntarily. "You... you’re talking nonsense!"
I fixed my sharp gaze on her.
Song Qingmo suddenly looked up at me, her eyes filled with resentment and fear. She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a single word.
Inside the Song Family Ancestral Hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated the varied expressions of those present. Father Song's face was ashen, and he remained silent. Mother Song eventually settled in one direction. I pointed towards that direction and said firmly, "The crisis of the Song Family originates from here."
"This... this is Qingmo's room," Song Qingyao said, pointing to the direction indicated by the compass, a hint of surprise in her voice.
Song Qingmo's complexion turned pale again as she suddenly stood up. "The true crisis of the Song Family is because of your existence." I turned to Father Song and Mother Song. "Your indulgence has ultimately led to today's situation."
Father Song and Mother Song fell silent, their eyes filled with disappointment and heartache as they looked at Song Qingmo.
In the ancestral hall, I publicly revealed that Song Qingmo was not of the Song Family bloodline. I took out the materials sent by the detective and handed them to Father Song. "Dad, take a look at these talismans; perhaps you can recognize who made them."
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