บท 105: Insult

At this moment, the women in the backyard rushed over. Madam Song glanced at the burned-out front yard and the butler kneeling at the side and asked solemnly, "What happened?"

Song Yuancheng said expressionlessly, "Ming Zhiyan did it."

Madam Song was shocked and said angrily, "It was Ming Zhiyan who killed my son? Why isn't he dead yet? How did you do it?"

Song Yuancheng glanced at her irritably and suppressed the resentment and dissatisfaction in his heart. He said, "Ming Zhiyan is the Emperor's nephew. Is it that easy to kill him? If something were to happen to him, even your father would lose his head!"