Chapter 139: Dining with Wang Ye

  He rarely maintained his own image, then put down the hand pointing at me and said: "Okay. Let's say I'm contradictory myself, so please tell me, as an ordinary woman, how did you make the Hou Mansion attach such importance to you? How could you convince the princess and the first talent to come and teach Tang poetry, books, and martial arts?

  It turned out that you doubted how I would tame Wei Zifu, and it turned out that you doubted how I would defeat Fu Ya Gongzhu to let Yi Qianxun teach Song Tang.

  I couldn't help but laugh again, playing with the silk handkerchief in my hand, and asked him with a smile: "If I said that what I used was sincerity, would you believe it or not?"

  He stared at me, and I also looked back at him with unflinching candor. The gaze that met mine made me think of Song Ming. Just as I was about to lose the staring contest again, he suddenly burst out laughing and asked me, "How can I not believe you?"

  I let out a sigh of relief, only to realize I had broken into a cold sweat.

  "But... " He paused for a moment, then put on a stern expression: "Your sister is not worthy of being the legitimate wife. You Su family daughters will never have any status in my Song family."

  I was taken aback and smiled slightly: "You're overthinking, sir." In my heart, I added, I'm not interested anyway, I'd rather leave as soon as possible.

  "It's better that way." He stood up with his hands behind his back, as if warning or narrating: "However, you remember, if you make any suspicious moves, I'm afraid there will be no place to bury your body."

  My body involuntarily trembled, and a gust of wind blew by, only then did I realize that my back was already soaked through.

  "Go ahead!" He seemed to declare, but then said: "You take care of Tang Er very carefully, thank you for your hard work!"

  I paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "So you still care about this son of yours." This voice was originally very soft, only I could hear it, but I forgot that he had been fighting for many years, and was also a martial artist, with extremely keen hearing.

  He suddenly darted in front of me who was about to step out the door, his whole body stern: "What did you say? Say it again."

  Looking at his expression, I couldn't help but shudder again: "I didn't say anything."