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Young Master's Fierce Wife

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

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998 Chs

Insult

Editor: Atlas Studios

Shen Yijia pushed away the people in front of her and took a few steps forward. She imitated Song Jingchen's usual behavior and said disdainfully, "You don't agree with us living in this village?"

Shen Yijia's voice was not loud, but it instantly silenced the villagers. Shen Yijia's aura was overwhelming, and it intimidated many people.

Shen Yijia thought to herself, "No wonder my husband is always like this. It works really well."

Hearing the commotion outside, Song Jingchen, who was about to lift the curtain, paused when he heard Shen Yijia's voice.

He leaned back again.

Clan Leader Song's turbid eyes sized up Shen Yijia for a long time. Seeing that it was a little girl, he said angrily, "Of course. How many years has it been since Song Daniu returned to our village? He's no longer a member of Xiagou Village. We have the right to reject you from staying here."

He naturally wouldn't mention all the benefits the people of Xiagou Village had enjoyed by using the name of Duke Song.

Shen Yijia snorted and said, "Then you're trying to disobey the imperial decree! We were ordered to return to our hometown."

With that, Shen Yijia frowned and pondered for a moment. He pointed at Lin Mu and the others behind him and said, "Do you see these people with swords? They were specially sent by His Majesty to escort us back. So what now? Could it be that your words carry more weight than the emperor's?"

She remembered that everyone had to listen to the emperor in this era of imperial power. Could a mere clan leader disregard the emperor's authority?

Lin Mu and the others stayed silent.

Lin Mu was used to it by now. He had been a money bag and an errand boy throughout this journey. It didn't seem so hard to accept being used as a shield this time.

They seemed to have forgotten why Emperor Chong'an had sent them along.

Chief Song choked. How could he dare to say such disrespectful words? His hand trembled as he pointed at Shen Yijia.

The villagers behind him were also shocked when they heard Shen Yijia's words. They took a step back and looked at Lin Mu and the others differently.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a gloomy aura when he saw that the villagers were useless.

He stood up angrily and shouted, "Which junior of the Song family are you? How can you speak to the patriarch like that? Hurry up and apologize to the patriarch!"

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes. "And who are you?"

She thought to herself, "Shouldn't he introduce himself before asking who I am? This person is so rude, I want to hit him."

"You…" The man was furious. He took a deep breath and continued," I'm Song Dahai's son, Song Dajiang."

"Who? I don't know him!" Shen Yijia looked innocent. She had never heard of him. She really didn't know who he was.

Song Dajiang was stunned by her words and almost fainted.

Madam Li felt embarrassed for Song Dajiang as she watched from the side.Since they had to live here in the future, it would be good to at least maintain a cordial relationship with the rest of the village.

She stepped up and introduced him to Shen Yijia. "Song Dahai is the younger brother of Brother Chen's grandfather. Technically speaking, he would be your granduncle, but you should address him as your uncle."

Shen Yijia suddenly realized that they were relatives, not enemies. The son of his grandfather's brother. What a complicated relationship.

Before Shen Yijia could say anything, Song Dajiang immediately turned his anger onto Madam Li as a way to escape this situation.

"You're Song Yi's wife, right? So this is your daughter-in-law? Is this how you discipline your daughter-in-law? How can she interrupt an elder like that? Your family is badly educated."

Song Dajiang was a few years older than Song Yi. When Song Dahai entered the capital, Song Dajiang followed him. At that time, Song Yi hadn't been born yet.

He spoke like an elder lecturing a junior.

No matter how good-tempered Madam Li was, they were still angered by Song Dajiang's scolding. This was no longer just about her and Sister Jia, but also an insult to the entire Song family in the capital.