When it beca known that the young Prince of the Wang Family discovered the scandal of Xia Wang-shi, Song Ci knew this woman would not survive, but didn’t expect it to be so quick.
The next day, she learned that Xia Wang-shi was gone, losing her life with the reputation of a grief-stricken, loyal widow. She drank a cup of poisoned wine, discovered dead only when her close maid’s calls received no response.
"A loyal widow, what a complete reputation for chastity and integrity. Xia-shi surely had the heart for it," Song Ci said to Nanny. "With such a reputation, at least her daughter will not worry about marriage in the future."
Ancients valued chastity and integrity; a mother’s reputation directly impacted her daughter. If a mother was staunch, her daughter wouldn’t be much worse, and those families that valued rules and ethics would likely appreciate such a daughter-in-law.
Nanny nodded: "No matter what, with her death, all the sordid things will be buried with her. This matter is probably settled."
When a person dies, like a lamp extinguished, all grudges and affections disperse too. With the person gone, it all fades away.
"Do you think it was Clan Leader Xin Wang who acted, or her mother-in-law?" Song Ci was sowhat curious.
"How could Xin Wang not inform Xia Wang-shi’s mother-in-law, since it was her own daughter-in-law? This old servant thinks, that decision was likely made by the mother-in-law."
Even a clay figure has three parts of nature; knowing her daughter-in-law had an affair at her son’s funeral, how could the mother-in-law let it go easily? She probably wished to grind her bones to dust with hatred.
"Indeed, Xia Wang-shi really did sothing inhumane."
...
Xia-shi’s funeral was quickly held. About ten days later, Song Lingzhao was invited to a banquet at Yinyue Building.
Seeing Xia Qie, Song Lingzhao paused at the door: "Why is it you?"
Xia Qie said: "If I personally sent the invitation, you probably wouldn’t have co. I had to rely on that kid Liang Lixin, since I heard you two are quite close."
"What’s the matter? How are you able to go out?" Song Lingzhao glanced at the guards and servants inside the side room, thinking there must be both open and hidden followers.
Xia Qie pointed at them, pouting: "Wait in the hallway. The young prince and Brother Xiao Song have so words to exchange. No eavesdropping allowed! Anyone who dares to tattle, I will cut off his ear when I return."
The crowd bowed and exited.
Song Lingzhao looked at the little tyrant Xia Qie and said: "You’re acting like a tyrant, be careful they resent you. In a real danger, see how they’ll protect you. They’ll surely be slackers."
As Grandmother put it, they’re disengaged.
"Whatever, if I can’t live, neither can they," Xia Qie said.
Song Lingzhao: "..."
I have nothing to say.
Xia Qie pushed over a cup of tea and said: "Did you hear about my aunt’s incident?"
Song Lingzhao nodded: "I heard she died for her husband."
Xia Qie sneered: "Dying for her husband sounds better. It was done by my grandmother, who put the poison in her dicine. Oh, she died because I exposed the affair to my grandfather, who found out by that night and went to my grandmother. The next day, my aunt was gone."
Song Lingzhao was not surprised because he had already known from Song Ci that once it was exposed, her death was inevitable, just a matter of who would do it.
As expected, she died so quickly.
You reap what you sow; it’s all karma.
But this person doesn’t evoke pity; it’s her daughter who is pitied, with both parents gone, only an elderly grandmother at ho; her future is likely to be harsh.
Song Lingzhao said: "Your cousin has no mother because of you, so as her brother, you should protect her more. It’s quite pitiable."
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