My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Qin Liuxi invited Song Liu to sit down again, her eyes filled with undisguised hostility, and she responded with a shallow smile.
"Life, old age, sickness, and death, poverty and wealth, from our Taoist perspective, are predestined from birth. It is visible in the natural facial features, but of course, a person’s features can change with their fate, which is why face reading always leaves room for reversal due to variables." Qin Liuxi said, "However, some things are unchangeable, like you, Lady."
"I said, Lady, your Children Palace is exhausted, which means a cut-off of offspring, that is, a face of no children to see one to the end of their days... Ah, don’t be annoyed. Since you’ve returned, you were bound to hear words that anger yet cannot be borne. Getting angry isn’t good for your health!" Qin Liuxi quickly prevented her from bursting out again.
Song Liu felt a surge of emotion that choked her, neither escaping nor settling, it was extremely uncomfortable, and she could only firmly pinch the center of her palm.
"This belongs to the Children Palace. The mystical studies tell us that from the Children Palace, the birth dates can reveal the number of one’s children. I don’t need to ask for your birth dates to know you have two sons, and one of them already died young because, from your Children Palace, the answer is already clear. Had your children been well and alive, the palace should be vibrant and full, but yours is dark and collapsed." Qin Liuxi pointed to the location of her Children Palace and said, "Since one has passed away, how can there still be another son? If so, he could only be considered an adopted son."
Song Liu became furious, "This is sheer nonsense; you have no concrete evidence."
"Evidence is something one finds for themselves, isn’t it? I naturally hope I am mistaken, and it would be good if I’m wrong." Qin Liuxi’s eyes showed sympathy.
Song Liu froze.
"Master, my brother-in-law is well-known; you can’t possibly say he switched the children, can you?" Song Ye spoke with difficulty, "He and my sister are famously loving spouses, from their youth to middle age, he had no other women. Chang’er is gone, and as a father, he grieved more than anyone. To say he deliberately switched the child, that..."
He also didn’t want to believe it.
Qin Liuxi smiled lightly, "Let’s not talk about the deceased child for now, I am curious though about how he grieved?" She saw Song Liu about to speak, raised her finger, shook it, and looked towards the Chief Maid, "You speak."
Onlookers are clear; the servants close to them can see the reality more clearly than Song Liu who’s involved.
The Chief Maid gasped, glancing at Song Ye and Song Liu.
Song Liu darkened her face, "Just speak, don’t you know how your uncle is?"
Chief Maid pursed her lips, "When the Second Young Master died, Uncle and Lady were equally heartbroken, distressed day and night. Sometimes when Lady felt somewhat better, Uncle would sigh and shed tears, saying it would be great if the Second Young Master were still here..."
As she mentioned this, she paused, recalling similar scenes from the past half-year; whenever Uncle mentioned it and tears flowed, Lady would lose her appetite that day.
The Chief Maid frowned, feeling something strangely off, yet couldn’t pinpoint what.
"General Song, your sister is heartbroken and frail due to the child’s death, long unable to recover, draining her primordial qi. Would you dare to frequently bring up the deceased child in front of her?" Qin Liuxi seemed to read the Chief Maid’s thoughts, continued, "People say that objects remind one of the person; some, to avoid grief, seal away belongings used by their loved ones, dare not to see or touch, because the memories are too painful. But how about Lady and Uncle?"
Qin Liuxi said in an almost indifferent tone, "There’s a saying, to devastate someone’s soul you don’t need knives or swords, just continuously rub salt into her wounds, it can drain her spirit, like I’m doing now, even if I’m speaking the truth, isn’t it like stabbing a knife into Lady’s heart? A husband should not be like that, right? His grief should be unbearably deep, to the point he can’t bear it alone and needs you to grieve with him."
That certainly wasn’t a compliment, but sarcasm.
The Chief Maid stuttered, "But after Uncle would say it, he would immediately apologize, saying he shouldn’t have brought up such a sad matter."
"Wow, that must leave the Lady feeling even more guilty then!" Classic manipulative behavior, all ’my fault, I shouldn’t have done that’.
Chief Maid: "..."
Although the tone sounds somewhat offensive, it is not wrong.
Song Ye’s face darkened, and his fists clenched.
Song Liu also seemed on the verge of collapse.
Indeed, she knew that constantly thinking about her second son’s untimely death was harmful to her health, and she knew she still had her eldest son for comfort. She even forced herself to read more Buddhist Scripture and recite scriptures, not daring to have too much free time. But just when her mood slightly improved, Wei Caizhou always invariably brought up her second son, and then she fell back into suffering.
Is this a coincidence?
"Is that really what the master said?" Song Ye stared at Song Liu and asked.
Song Liu’s lips quivered, wanting to argue, but not knowing how to argue.
Seeing this, Song Ye understood everything; it was just as Qin Liuxi had said. Wei Caizhou really kept rubbing salt in Sister Liu’s wounds. No wonder her illness never improved, and her depression never dissipated but instead intensified. How could it possibly get better?
Song Ye looked at his sister again, noticing more silver hairs at her temples and her face appearing wan and hollow-cheeked, causing a pain in his heart.
"How dare Wei Caizhou!" Song Ye was furious and turned to leave.
Song Liu quickly grabbed him, shaking her head: "Big brother, it’s impossible. How could Caizhou do such a thing? We were childhood sweethearts."
She couldn’t bring herself to believe it.
Song Ye coldly said, "Don’t forget, he has always been a deep and stubborn person. When his father died, he nearly believed those villager’s claims that it was my fault..."
He suddenly paused, his eyes widened: "Could it be that he thinks so, believing that I caused his father’s death, taking his place in the court’s peace negotiations?"
With a sudden revelation, Song Ye turned to look at Qin Liuxi, saying, "If that’s the case, could he be the one cursing my Song family?"
"General Song, you should leave the investigation to the professionals. I don’t investigate cases, and without seeing the person myself, I can’t make random guesses. I only discuss things from an ordinary person’s perspective, and I only spoke about your sister’s facial features and your fate. Whether this matter is related to her husband, you need to investigate yourself," Qin Liuxi said. "I can only say, if you pass away, whoever benefits the most is the person behind the schemes."
Song Ye felt a curse word rising in his throat, wishing he could investigate right now.
Meanwhile, Song Liu’s ears buzzed, her mind was in chaos, and her vision began to darken.
The information she heard today was too overwhelming and impactful; she couldn’t determine who was a real person and who was a ghost.
Song Liu felt as if needles were pricking her brain, cried out in pain, and fell backward.
"Lady."
"Sister Liu."
Song Ye was startled, catching her just before she hit the ground, cradling her in his arms and seeing her ashen face. He turned to Qin Liuxi in alarm: "Master."
Qin Liuxi looked and instructed Chen Pi, "Go open the clinic, I will give her acupuncture."