Reap what one has sown

  Song Qiaohui saw that Bihui alone couldn't hold down Song Linglong, so she took advantage of the situation and rushed over to help Bihui hold down Song Linglong. Song Qiaoxin slightly shook her head, then went to help Song Qiaohui. The others, seeing this, also ran over.

  Of course, Song Lingyu was not idle either. Since everyone else had gone over, she naturally had to go over as well. However, she wasn't trying to stop Song Linglong, but rather to help her out!

  Song Linglong was squeezed motionless in the crowd, she originally only planned for Beibei and didn't expect so many people to come. In the midst of the congestion, she seemed to have seen Song Lingyu's smiling face standing behind the crowd. For a moment, it felt as if all her thoughts had stopped.

  Right after that, she felt the pressure from one side tipping over.

  Song Lingyu waited for the right moment on the outside, and stepped on a little girl's skirt hem. In such a crowded situation, the little girl fell down, and naturally everyone else followed suit. To avoid suspicion, she even let Song Qiaoxin press herself onto her own body.

  "Ah——" A piercing scream that seemed to be about to burst one's eardrums rang out.

  Everyone stood up, except for one person who was still lying on the ground. That person was Song Lingluo, who had just held scissors to seek death. At this time, the scissors that were originally in Song Lingluo's hand had fallen to the ground, with bloodstains on them.

  Song Qiaohui took a step back in fright. Beibi quickly squatted down to take a look, but saw that Song Linglong's face had a one-and-a-half-inch gash on it. The deepest part could even see the white bone.

  Song Linglong was rolling on the ground, unable to stop, and had just forced out a few tears in front of Song Yuan. This time, due to the pain, her tears burst forth like a dam breaking, pouring out uncontrollably. As soon as her tears touched her wound, it made Song Linglong feel even more excruciatingly painful. She rolled on the ground and screamed loudly.

  Song Lingyu stood looking at Song Linglong rolling on the ground, although she didn't let her die, but ruined her most proud appearance, absolutely making her worse than dead.

  Song Yuan hurried over, helped Song Ling up. Looking at her crying like a tearful person, and constantly moving around. He steeled himself, and suddenly knocked Song Ling unconscious.

  Song Linglong fainted, with blood still flowing from her face. Song Yuan held her and put her on the bed, then called for the imperial physician to come over. At this time, the blood on the ground had started to congeal slightly due to the cold weather.

  The imperial physician came and saw Song Lingluo's face, thinking it was okay. A good-looking first beauty of the capital, how did she become like this? He looked again and again, finally helplessly looking at Song Lingluo's face, saying: "Young Miss's face is injured too deeply, leaving scars in the future, I'm afraid it won't fade with time and become less noticeable."

  Song Yuan looked at Song Ling with a pained expression, but there was nothing he could do. Just now it was so chaotic, and it was impossible to find someone to hold accountable.

  The doctor gave some more medicine and said it would help me recover faster, but during the recovery period, I couldn't touch water and had to minimize facial movements to prevent the wound from reopening.

  That night, everyone gathered in Qianhe Garden. At this time, Song Lingyu was not in Qianhe Garden, but instead brought Zi Lan to Zizhu Courtyard.

  The purple bamboo courtyard at night has already been extinguished. Everyone saw that the great lady was no longer as overbearing as before, so they all went to sleep early.

  The two of them came to the madam's room unimpeded and stood by her bed, both wearing white clothes.