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As soon as the words were spoken, even the music came to a halt.
In the entire hall, one could hear a pin drop. The Emperor, Consort Rong, the Song family, the Rong family, and Prince Xiao Yan, along with other relatives, all stared in shock at Song Mingyuan! Even Song Feiwan, who was veiled, turned her body slightly.
The astonishment on Song Mingyuan's face was more pronounced than anyone else's. His mind buzzed as if all the blood in his body had been drained. How could he have said what he was thinking? That wasn’t what he intended to say! It was over; speaking like that in front of the Emperor and Consort Rong meant he was as good as dead!
He instinctively glanced at Ke Shi, hoping she would help him. Ke Shi's face had turned pale with fright; she was too terrified to pay him any mind!
In the heavy silence, Consort Rong's expression was icy as she spoke: "Song Zi, the Princess Consort is your sister! Is this how you regard her?"
The smile on the Emperor's face vanished completely as he slammed his hand down on the table. "Preposterous!"
At just fourteen years old, Song Mingyuan could not withstand the Emperor's imposing aura; he fell to his knees with a thud, desperately shaking his head.
Song Taipeng was both shocked and frightened; he hurriedly echoed the Emperor's words and scolded: "Wretched child! Have you been drinking? How dare you speak such nonsense! Quickly apologize to His Majesty and Her Highness!"
Song Mingyuan trembled and repeatedly bowed his head in apology. Yet what came out of his mouth were his true feelings: "What wrong have I done? That Song Feiwan disrespects you and Mother, and even dares to hit me and my sister—she’s nothing but a lowly person!
What kind of decent girl would marry a dead man? If she doesn’t find it shameful, I certainly do! She should be expelled from the Song family and left to her own devices! Sending her here for marriage while feigning congratulations—it's simply disgusting!"
Song Taipeng nearly fainted from holding his breath.
His face was pale, and in a fit of rage and fear, he shouted, "Shut up! You shut your mouth!"
Having married two wives and taken several concubines, he had only one son, Song Mingyuan, whom Song Taipeng doted on excessively. Now, with Song Mingyuan's reckless words causing trouble, Song Taipeng couldn't care about anything else. He slapped Song Mingyuan hard across the face, silencing the words that had yet to leave his mouth.
"I see you’ve gone mad!" Song Taipeng roared.
Song Mingyuan fell to the ground from the force of the slap, covering his stinging face. He looked up at Song Taipeng in shock and sorrow, unable to believe that the person who had always cherished him could strike him so ruthlessly.
"You old fool, how dare you hit me?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Song Mingyuan was stunned, his eyes wide open. He forgot about the pain on his face and quickly covered his mouth.
Why had things turned out this way? In his plan, it should have been Song Feiwan who was embarrassed!
That's right! It must have been Song Feiwan's doing!
With a fierce glare at Song Feiwan, he spat, "You wretched woman! What have you done to me?"
Song Feiwan's cold voice emerged from beneath her veil. "Song Mingyuan, you disrupted my wedding banquet. I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you dare to blame me?"
"The young master bribed someone close to you to tamper with your auspicious attire, but look at you now—aren't you standing just fine? The young master has been ruined because of you!"
After a series of accusations, Song Mingyuan shook his head in frustration. "No, no! Why can't I control myself?"
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