It's impossible for Little Liao to be innocent.
Song Ruqi listened to her grandmother and mother's analysis, gritting her teeth in hatred, wishing she could immediately return to the Duke Mansion and tear apart the insolent Little Liao, slapping her face until it's ruined.
"Little Liao's heart deserves condemnation. Mother, if this matter is just let go like this, their Duke Mansion will likely think that our Prime Minister's Mansion is easy to bully." Madam said coldly.
Song Ci slid her prayer beads and said, "Naturally, it can't just end like this."
Song Ruqi looked over, her eyes full of hope.
Song Ci also looked her way and said, "Qi'er, this is an affair of your own household, it should be resolved by you and your husband. The Prime Minister's Mansion is here to support you and be your backing."
Madam opened her mouth, but her mother-in-law stopped her with a glance.
Song Ruqi paused for a moment, then thought and said, "Grandmother, please teach me."
