Chapter 1013: Lacking Magnanimity

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The old man of the Song family was astute enough to discern Song Zishan’s reaction. He could see through her intentions with just a glance. Moreover, Zhou Hengyang had always been dependable. If there were no issues, he wouldn’t have sent him directly.

“Grandpa, how could he be associated with me?” Song Zishan shook her head in denial. “I don’t even know him.”

Caught in a panic, Song Zishan failed to notice the disappointment flicker across her grandfather’s eyes.

As the eldest daughter of the Song family, she was expected to conduct herself with grace and acknowledge her mistakes. Even if she were in the wrong, it was better to admit it than to feign ignorance.

Zishan excelled in many areas, but magnanimity was not one of them. In the eyes of the older generation, she lacked the generosity that defined true greatness. Nonetheless, by Jiaming’s standards, Zishan had already made a name for herself.

After all, Old Master Xu had never expected Zishan to be as capable as the Zhou brothers from the Zhou family. Just being better than the average girl would have been considered commendable enough.

Regardless of the old man’s thoughts, his demeanour remained solemn and stern. “The eldest son of the Zhou family sent someone to bring her here. You’ve already been warned. You’ve brought disgrace upon us.”

Enraged, Song Zishan, retorted, “Does Zhou Hengyang have any evidence? What gives him the right to do this?” She was confident that she hadn’t left any evidence behind. Her actions were mere suggestive hints in her words. After all, she hadn’t spent countless hours reading psychology books for nothing.

“The Zhou family’s representative provided the evidence,” the old man declared sharply, his gaze piercing. Song Zishan felt suffocated under his intense scrutiny. His tone was more severe than ever. “I don’t care what you think. You are not allowed to cause trouble for the Su family in the future. Su Xuewen is dead. I won’t have the Song family tarnished by pettiness.”

Song Zishan had never been reprimanded like this before. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, but she dared not retort. She could only bow her head and apologize. “I’m sorry, Grandpa. I was wrong. It won’t happen again.” Yet, beneath her apology simmered indignation. “My father is suffering. I want justice for him.”

“If you refuse to heed my warning, go seek your elder brother’s discipline,” the old man cautioned, glancing at his granddaughter.

This was the severest punishment of all.

Song Zishan’s natural adversary was her cousin, the Song family’s eldest son, Song Jinyan. She had always feared him like a mouse fears a cat.

Most importantly, everyone in the Song family doted on Song Zishan, except for Song Jinyan, who treated her with considerable indifference, even being curt in his speech.

Over the years, as Song Jinyan’s stature had grown, he no longer mingled with his peers. He was exceptional in every aspect and held high standards for himself and others.

Moreover, there was a secret known to none but a few: Song Jinyan and Song Jiaming didn’t get along.

Thus, despite Song Zishan being hailed as the capital’s little princess, adored by all, her position was precarious. If her relationship with Song Jinyan was spoiled, she risked losing everything she held dear.