Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed! Chapter 35 - 34: The Daughter Isn’t His Biological Child!?

Su Juan clutched her chest, her eyes red, covering her face with a handkerchief, "Qianhang, tell , is your brother being too much of a jerk, too unreasonable?!"

[Boo hoo, my heart, it aches so much.]

Song Qianhang was slightly taken aback. Yes, after all, they are husband and wife. How could she feel alright being treated like that by her husband?

Sister-in-law is just putting up a strong front but is actually deeply hurt.

He imdiately stood up for Su Juan, joining in the scolding, "Big brother is too much, too unreasonable, absolutely inhuman!"

"And that Liang Yin, doesn’t she know Big Brother already has a wife? To think Mother offered her hospitality, and yet she is so ungrateful and heartless."

Hearing Song Qianhang’s scolding, Su Juan wailed again, [Absolutely inhuman!]

[The entire table of delicious food, all ruined by him!]

Song Qianhang’s scolding ca to a halt, silent: "..."

So, all her anger was just because she didn’t get to eat that table of food.

Su Juan sneaked a glance at him from behind her handkerchief, puzzled: [Wasn’t he saying he was going out during the day? Why hasn’t he left yet?]

[If I say I want to go out now, will he realize I’m pretending to cry?]

"Qianhang, how can sister-in-law have any peace in the days ahead, boo hoo hoo hoo!"

After a mont of silence, Song Qianhang tentatively asked, "Well... how about going outside for so fresh air?"

Su Juan’s crying stopped abruptly. She looked at him with red eyes, "Wouldn’t that be not good? Your big brother is still being punished..."

[One must be reserved and shouldn’t agree too quickly.]

"..."

Seeing Su Juan’s bright eyes waiting for him to ask again, Song Qianhang sighed, "It’s not great, then you should rest early. I’ll go myself."

Saying that, he turned to leave.

Su Juan’s eyes widened: "???"

[Why isn’t he playing by the rules?]

[My husband just took a concubine, I am heartbroken... ]

[Don’t you have any sympathy?]

She chased after Song Qianhang with long strides, showing signs of having undergone a strong inner struggle before compromising, "I thought about it. Staying here is depressing, might as well go outside for a change of scenery."

Song Qianhang: "..." Seems like even three dramatic acts weren’t enough.

...

That night, after eating and drinking, the two of them sneaked back over the wall. Su Juan suddenly stopped in her tracks near the prayer hall, and raised her ears.

Song Qianhang looked at her, puzzled, "What is it?"

Su Juan squinted her eyes, "Did you hear anything?"

Song Qianhang: "?"

Su Juan quietly approached the ancestral hall, curiosity written all over her face, and Song Qianfan, equally curious, followed her.

As they got closer, they could vaguely hear the sound of a man and a woman arguing inside.

The sound of Song Qianfan ca from inside, his voice angrily lowered, "You little witch, you’ve caused a lot of trouble today!"

Liang Yin replied, aggrieved, "Yin’er apologizes to you..."

Su Juan’s eyes lit up, [Oh my! This is exciting!]

Song Qianhang was dumbfounded. What on earth?

Once he realized, he was shocked—how unseemly of Big Brother!

Su Juan extended her finger, poking and breaking the paper window, widening her eyes to take a peek inside, with a stance as if observing and learning from a live scene.

The prayer hall of Prince Jing Mansion was large, and two figures could faintly be seen.

Su Juan’s eyes widened.

[Oh my gosh!]

[This Liang Yin is sothing else!]

[Why does Song Qianfan look like such a wooden figure?]

Listening to Su Juan’s vividly detailed description, Song Qianhang’s mind almost visualized it.

His ears flushed red, "Stop looking, let’s go!"

It wouldn’t be good if they got caught.

Su Juan waved her hand, "No rush, no rush, I’ll watch a bit longer."

Saying so, she motioned to the spot next to her, warmly inviting Song Qianhang to join—after all, such live observation opportunities were rare!

Song Qianhang repeatedly refused, standing properly straight—he was a gentleman, not one to eavesdrop like this.

Suddenly, Su Juan exclaid, [Oh my! So eye-catching!]

Song Qianhang perked up his ears imdiately. What was eye-catching?

Could it be what he thought?!

[Song Qianfan is not up to par.]

Song Qianhang: "???"

What on earth is sister-in-law talking about?

[It’s already over???]

Song Qianhang: "!"

Big Brother, that was too fast!

[Tsk, poor Liang Yin, acting so hard—it’s not easy, not easy.]

Song Qianhang: "..."

He suddenly felt a bit sorry for Big Brother.

In a mont, there was more noise, and she disdainfully complained, [Starting again...]

Song Qianhang: Looks like Big Brother still has it.

[Ended again.]

Song Qianhang: ???

[Song Qianfan really is weak but loves to play.]

Song Qianhang: ...that description is indeed spot on.

Su Juan turned to Song Qianhang, her expression complex, an indescribable look in her eyes.

Song Qianhang, stared at until his heart felt uneasy, cleared his throat twice, "What’s wrong?"

Su Juan looked at him, her gaze tinged with sympathy, "Nothing."

Song Qianhang looked suspicious.

[It’s said such things can be sowhat hereditary. If the older brother is not good, the younger brother likely isn’t much better, right?]

Song Qianhang’s face imdiately turned red, utter nonsense!!!

[Alas, poor thing.]

Su Juan sighed as she left.

Song Qianhang was so irritated he couldn’t sleep all night, tossing and turning, wanting to prove himself on the spot.

But he wasn’t Song Qianfan—couldn’t do such shaless things.

...

At court the next day, Su Juan clearly hadn’t slept enough and was yawning repeatedly.

Minister Wei passed by, and Su Juan imdiately perked up, respectfully, "Minister Wei."

However, the Minister of Revenue snorted coldly with a dark face and briskly walked past.

Recently, Su Juan, the Vice Director, had caused him no small amount of trouble. This person didn’t know the slightest bit about being tactful, needing to count everything ticulously, how many tis had he returned those accounts, hinted at it verbally so many tis!

So accounts don’t need to be so clear!

Yet, Su Juan, whether truly clueless or just pretending, was calculating more and more ticulously, stroke by stroke.

With the year-end approaching, he was so vexed he couldn’t sleep all night, wondering why His Majesty would let such a thing enter the Ministry of Revenue.

Seeing the Minister of Revenue glaring at her, Su Juan stopped yawning, puzzled, [What’s wrong with Minister Wei?]

[So early in the morning, who angered him?]

A few colleagues silently replied in their hearts—

Wasn’t it you?

Recently, sober monts during their drinking sessions had been filled with the Minister of Revenue’s complaints, saying the Emperor had sent him an ancestor, knowing not the first thing about being an official, as stubborn as a mule, nothing could teach him.

Originally, he thought to drag things out; after all, there were many people in the Ministry of Revenue, she wasn’t the only one who could handle things.

However, her speed and efficiency were fast and precise, what others took a month to achieve, she managed in three days without a single flaw, exasperating him greatly!

Seeing the Minister of Revenue’s growing resentnt, looking ready to chop soone.

Su Juan blinked, after all, he was her imdiate superior, she, as a subordinate, should show so concern.

So, she checked a long-unviewed mo board, surprised, [Could it be... the Minister of Revenue found out his newborn daughter isn’t his biological child?]

Daughter?

Not his biological child?!

Everyone present was thrilled: "!!!"