Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: Who Is the Real Clown
The words forced out of Song Zhiqingâs mouth made Bai Shuilian extremely anxious. It wasnât Song Zhiqing she feared, but the real master of this house, the high and mighty Prime Minister.
Song Zhiqing suspected her, she estimated that she could muddle through, but if Song Zhiyuan suspected, then there was truly no way out.
The more Bai Shuilian thought about it, the more panic she felt, her body shaking like a sieve.
Granny Quan was also anxious, but she had weathered big storms before. Seeing Bai Shuilian in this state, she couldnât help but chide softly, "What are you panicking for? Suspecting is just suspecting, thereâs no movement, which proves they have no evidence."
Bai Shuilian was truly infuriated to the point of laughter, "Granny, what can I say to you? One doesnât need a reason to hate someone, nor does one to make a person disappear. Does Granny naively think the Prime Minister is a kind person who strictly adheres to evidence?"
What kind of person do you think the Prime Minister is, to climb to such a high position at this age, and still be as gentle and easy to talk to as he appears on the surface?
Come on, beneath that smiling face lies an unfathomably dark heart.
You see, the people who understand you best are your enemies, how true those words are.
Thatâs exactly what Bai Shuilian believed, Song Zhiyuan was a sheep in wolfâs clothing.
Song Zhiyuan: Thanks for the compliment, that description is quite apt.
Granny Quanâs expression turned somewhat unpleasant after what Bai Shuilian said, "As you said, âKill by mistake rather than let go,â why has that person allowed us to live?"
Bai Shuilian retorted, "What does Granny think?"
Granny Quan stared at her intently, a certain guess forming in her mind.
If theyâve kept them around, there must be a use, but what value do they hold?
Granny Quan thought of a possibility, feeling a chill rising from her spine, she looked at Bai Shuilian and said, "As long as thereâs no conclusion to the matter, donât lose your head, or youâll expose a greater flaw."
Bai Shuilian said, "Granny, you should send word to the master, to see if they will take us away."
"Shut up!" Granny Quan lowered her voice and said, "If the Prime Minister truly suspects us, sending word now would only expose the masterâs trace."
Really naive, thinking the master would take her away, she thinks sheâs that important.
"But..."
"No buts, just continue being your concubine quietly. You at least bore two children for the Song Family, whatâs there for you to worry about," Granny Quan said coldly.
Bai Shuilian felt a chill in her heart, lowered her head, and clenched her fists.
It was exactly because of this that she didnât see the calculation in Granny Quanâs eyes.
At that moment, in the small study of the outer courtyard, Song Zhiyuan also heard about the happenings at Youyuan Pavilion from Jiang Fula, and sneered.
"Idiots who can only think with their lower body."
Jiang Fula asked, "Prime Minister, how do you intend to handle that pair of master and servant?"
Song Zhiyuan responded unhurriedly, "No rush, the Bai clan canât leave this residence, but that Granny Quan has some skills. Have someone keep an eye on her, and anyone sheâs been in contact with should be apprehended. If she leaves the residence, track where she goes."
If we can catch some big fish along the vine, it will justify allowing them to remain in this residence.
Jiang Fula obediently agreed and discussed a few other matters with him before leaving to make the arrangements.
Song Zhiyuan turned around and retrieved a stack of documents from a small secret compartment in the bookshelf behind him, looking at the words with a hint of disgust and mockery in his eyes.
If he threw these documents in Third Brotherâs face, he wondered what color his face would turn, completely green?
No, no, it should be that he made others green.
Song Zhiyuan extended a fingertip and tapped on a certain line of words, and there, it clearly stated, in the 18th year of Shengping, the Bai clan gave birth to a daughter, who then disappeared...
"Goodness, the clean and reputable, Third Brother, you arenât blind, youâre like a goose pecked your eyes out."
Treating second-hand goods as treasures, utterly foolish.