An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

The two sides reported back the news without delay. Xiao Yuanxing told Wei Chu about it immediately. The spring breeze from the corridor carried it all the way into the inner room. Wei Chu brought in some fruit juice and served it to the two masters, and whispered a few words to Sang Ling on the way.

The Second Young Master's wife raised the corner of her mouth imperceptibly, - she was just afraid that Zhang wouldn't come to inquire.

Then his dark pupils moved from the jade cup to Nie Guang, and he spoke softly, "Mrs. Shen is still suspicious now. Big brother, if you take her back, if she yells a few more words along the way, I'm afraid the rumors in the mansion will spread even more. So you can just take her back through the backyard path. This way, we can suppress the situation temporarily."

If Zhang didn't know when Nie Guang returned, the fire would burn even more fiercely.

How could Nie Guang disagree with such a proposal? Even if it was irrational, let alone reasonable, he would not have any other objections now that he was sane.

Before he got it, Nie Guang was just a lapdog at Sang Ling's knees.

She raised her index finger and told him to go east, and he would never go west.

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However, the news that Shen's niece had lost her hand in Wuyuan quickly spread throughout the East and West Palaces.

No one doesn't like to watch the fun. Even the people in Wuyuan said that it was Madam Shen who committed suicide due to hysteria, but everyone still had different opinions on the exact situation.

Yunyuexie was the first to know that Fang was sent by Madam Zhaoyu to question her in the morning. Sang Ling still insisted that Shen Huajun was suffering from hysteria. How could Fang Lao Mama not know what was going on? She did not ask directly. Later, she went to see Cheng Lao for a while, but she felt pity and anger.

Wuyuan was certainly not deserted at this time, and Shen's family followed closely behind.

Although he is now busy with housework, he still cares about his niece when he sees her become disabled.

This girl from the Sang family is really going too far!

Even though she and her mother-in-law had been wrestling for so many years, she was still polite and courteous, but now, as a new bride, she was so cruel.

"You'd better ask your subordinates to answer carefully. Was it her own fault or did one of you do it on purpose?" This was the first time that Shen showed a fierce look in public and her tone became higher. Even the maid in the inner room of the main hall heard it and walked out silently with her hands in her pockets.

Sang Ling knelt down behind the desk, his face calm, "It was indeed Madam Shen who frightened herself. Second Aunt is angry, and I understand very well, but no matter what, the matter is what it is. If you want me to make up something else, I can't say it."

"Let's go to the Imperial Censorate." Shen said coldly, "He tore the wound himself. The censor will know it at a glance."

"That's not impossible." Sang Ling answered quickly, "But the whole story must be told in detail. Does Second Aunt really want to let the whole Chang'an City know that the Shen family's wife committed the crime first?"

Even if the Shen family doesn't care about the Fu family, if this matter gets out, will Shen Huajun still get married in the future?

This statement frightened the Second Madam at the time, but she only held her composure for a moment and retorted, "To be frank, what happened early yesterday morning, whose business it is, is still unknown to outsiders. Who can know if it was the servants of my nephew's wife who said something rebellious, forcing Mr. Hua to take action?"

He really has some ability to make such absurd remarks - facing the Shen family, Sang Ling feels inferior to him.

"Mrs. Shen used to come to Wuyuan frequently. If it's true as Second Aunt said, then my relationship with Mrs. Shen must have been at odds for a long time. Why would she come to my house again and again to cause trouble?"

"My niece has always been docile, how could she know that she didn't just realize your targeting her yesterday?" Shen's words stopped her.

She wanted to talk about her nonsense, so Sang Ling had to smile and remain silent. He took a sip of fruit juice and was thinking about what else to say when the doorbell in the corridor rang and several figures came in.

The candlesticks on the long table by the west window are lined up one after another, and the flames illuminate the faces of the people coming.

It’s Nie Ce.

The conversation in the main room suddenly stopped. Everyone looked over and saw Ying Bushi taking the robe and sword from his hands.

"How strange! Second Aunt is here to visit me." Young Marquis Nie walked forward and sat down beside the Second Young Master's wife. He glanced at the screen leading to the inner room and said, "Mrs. Fang is here too."

"My Lord." Old Madam Fang then took two steps forward and bowed to Shen and Sang Ling respectively. However, she was not in a hurry to leave.

Soon a servant came up and offered hot water to the marquis on the desk. Ying Bushi put away the external items and helped him take off the Gaoshan crown.

Nie Ce must have entered the palace and returned after being dressed like this. Sang Ling suddenly remembered that when he was talking to Cheng Ao yesterday, someone replied that Nie Ce would return today.

"Xuanwen." Shen raised half of her lips, "Did you listen to what my nephew's wife and I said just now?"

"I haven't heard of it." Nie Ce glanced at Sang Ling, held the cup and drank it all.

"Then ask your wife." Shen remained calm.

"Second Aunt has something to say, why don't you just tell me directly?"

Today, Young Marquis Nie had a nice attitude throughout. Sang Ling took a deep breath and was about to speak when she saw Nie Ce's hand reaching out from under the table and shaking her hand.

The warmth from her palms came over, driving away the early spring chill, and her brows couldn't help but relax.

Shen sneered and said, "Xuanwen, even if you want to protect her, you have to see the situation carefully. Whether this matter is reported to the grandfather or the censor's office, I have something to say. Today, your wife is wrong. If she is wrong, she must confess her crime!"

"I confess my guilt, of course I confess my guilt!" Nie Ce moved his buttocks and sat down with Sang Ling behind a table. He stretched out both hands and held her hands without any hesitation, while continuing to smile at Shen, "Second Aunt, what exactly happened?"

"Your good wife almost killed Hua Jun. She was going to marry into the Fu family next month. Now she is in this state, with one hand missing. How is she going to explain to the Fu family?" Shen couldn't help but waved her sleeves and pointed directly at Sang Ling, "If you still have some conscience, come out and confess your crime!"

"If we talk about conscience." Sang Ling sat upright with his head held high, and finally couldn't help but speak, "How could the old woman in my room be hurt? Second Aunt, I didn't care about it yesterday, and I didn't ask you to blame me today."

"It is still unknown how your slave was injured. Even if Hua Jun really hurt someone accidentally, is a slave worthy of being compared with his master?"

As expected of an aunt and niece, they both use this set of overbearing rhetoric. She suddenly felt angry and wanted to retort, but was suppressed by Nie Ce again.

He bent one leg and sat cross-legged. "Aunt, what you said is wrong. Everyone has their own life. And Cheng Nu was harmed yesterday. Everyone saw it. How can you blame her?"

It seems that Nie Ce knew about what happened in the mansion before he came. Sang Ling squinted at him, and saw Shen gasping for breath. She didn't expect that this verbal battle could last so long. "Did you see it?" She argued.

"I wasn't in the mansion, so I naturally didn't know, but everyone in this yard saw it."

"They are all your people, who knows if what they say can be believed?"

"If you say so, then Auntie Cheng is guilty of self-injury. Your niece from the Shen family is also guilty of self-injury. How do you think?"

Sang Ling couldn't help but chuckle. The moment when the bowls collided suddenly became absurd.

"You!" Shen was speechless after being rebuked. It seemed that no one could compare to Nie Ce in confusing right and wrong and making up stories.

He was a child who grew up in a military camp. Even though he was forced to study for a few years, he was still a scoundrel.

The second wife raised her eyebrows, her face stern, "I won't argue with you, let's go to Taigong to reason!"

"In that case - Second Aunt, take care." Nie Ce smiled and raised his hand without even moving his butt.

Sang Ling watched silently at first, but when he saw Shen glaring at him the next moment, his mind raced and he focused on the nail polish on his nails.

This arrogant look was obviously a deliberate provocation. Shen couldn't help but get angry, "Just wait."

Sang Ling knew what he was waiting for, but when he looked over, he did not show any fear.

As soon as the mistress of the West Mansion left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. Nie Ce was about to speak, but after a slight pause, he looked at the wall again.

Then Fang Ma smiled knowingly, then bowed and saluted to the Marquis and his wife to take their leave.

I'm sure Madam Zhaoyu will know about today's events soon.