As for that adulterer, his pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks made it obvious at a glance that he was no good.
Everyone looked at Yu Ling Tian with both contempt and sympathy.
They all thought it was perfectly normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, but none of them were as hypocritical as Yu Ling Tian!
Unable to bear the truth that he was impotent any longer, Yu Ling Tian spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted, his body going rigid.
The sound of Yu Ling Tian collapsing startled Song Yaoyao:
[What happened?]
Guagua: [Host, it looks like Yu Ling Tian fainted.]
Song Yaoyao pouted:
*[I told you, if he did less of that every night, he wouldn't get squeezed dry by women until he passed out.
Tch, he's just a silver-looking spearhead made of pewter-all looks and no use!
Serves him right!]*
Little Lord Song was as fearless as ever. There was nothing she wouldn't say!
Assistant Minister Song glared at Song Yaoyao. That wretched girl! Who taught her expressions like "a silver-looking spearhead made of pewter"?
This daughter of mine will probably be stuck on my hands forever!
Hearing this, everyone else also felt that Yu Ling Tian had brought it on himself.
The emperor immediately ordered someone to carry Yu Ling Tian away.
Song Yaoyao's inner voice continued:
[Guagua, do you know where those three mistresses live?]
Three locations had appeared in the video, but Song Yaoyao wasn't familiar with the capital and had no idea where they were.
Guagua's voice rang out as well:
[No. 8 Willow Alley, No. 28 Apricot Blossom Lane, and No. 16 Emerald Lane.]
Just because Song Yaoyao didn't know those three places didn't mean none of the officials did.
Those three places were nowhere near one another.
Yu Ling Tian rushed from one mistress's home to the next every night. His schedule must have been tight indeed.
Lord Kong, the director of the Imperial Secretariat, had already committed the three addresses to memory. Once court ended, he would take his men and storm straight to their doors.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said:
*[Guagua, why do I feel that calling Yu Ling Tian impotent isn't quite right?
We should say that the fertile fields are there, but he's an ox that can't plow them...]*
The officials all choked on their own saliva. Little Lord Song had a point, but was it really appropriate for a young girl who hadn't even come of age to say such things?
Assistant Minister Song: This wretched girl is beyond keeping! Once we get home, she's definitely getting the family punishment!
Guagua: [Host, that does seem to be the case.]
After finally enduring until court ended and handing her notes to Lord Jiang, Song Yaoyao hurried toward Assistant Minister Song.
"Dad! Dad!"
Watching Song Yaoyao rush recklessly toward him, Assistant Minister Song called:
"Slow down."
Song Yaoyao ran up to Assistant Minister Song, tugged his arm, and leaned closer to whisper:
"Dad, let's walk a little slower. I have something to tell you."
"All right."
They slowed their pace before Assistant Minister Song asked:
"What is it?"
Song Yaoyao said with complete seriousness:
"Dad, back in court, His Majesty said that the traitor Xuanyuan Che still hasn't been caught. I think the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Dad, have you heard of the darkness beneath the lamp?
I think Xuanyuan Che has fled to the capital and is hiding somewhere we'd never imagine, like a brothel, a gambling den, or among a crowd of beggars...
What do you think, Dad?"
Playing along with Song Yaoyao, Assistant Minister Song nodded in agreement:
"I'll report it to His Majesty."
Having received the answer she wanted, Song Yaoyao couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief and inwardly giving herself a thumbs-up. I'm so clever!
Then Song Yaoyao asked casually:
"Dad, are you going to see His Majesty now?"
To avoid arousing Song Yaoyao's suspicions, Assistant Minister Song nodded. "Yes."
Song Yaoyao said, "Dad, you go see His Majesty, then. I'll wait for you at the palace gates."
"All right."
Assistant Minister Song left.
Song Yaoyao walked toward the palace gates alone, and her inner voice rang out again:
[Guagua, play a song for me.]
[All right, Host.]
Before long, the officials heard a song they had never heard before. Then they saw its lyrics appear on the screen above Song Yaoyao's head:
*[Wild waves
...Wild waves are an attitude
Wild waves rise and fall
Wild waves, wild waves
Wild waves, wild waves
Wild waves are an attitude
Wild waves refuse to be bound
Wild waves, wild waves
Going wild all the way, wandering all the way
Heading into the distance...]*
Song Yaoyao kept singing along in her head. To the officials, it was nothing short of demonic music haunting their ears. All they heard was:
[Wild waving is a kind of rabbit catching, wild waving is a beast that won't go home, wild waving, wild waving, waving wildly all the way, wandering all the way, flying toward the sticky place...]
At that moment, the officials couldn't help swearing inwardly. Damn it, damn it, damn it! Little Lord Song, could you please shut up?
That voice lingered in their ears, refusing to fade, and made them want to give Song Yaoyao a sound beating.
A perfectly good song had become something completely different coming out of Song Yaoyao's mouth!
To escape the torment of that demonic music, the officials quickened their steps and left Song Yaoyao behind.
Song Yaoyao didn't mind at all that there was no one left around her.
Once they reached the palace gates, the officials all left in their own carriages. Only Song Yaoyao remained, sitting in her family's carriage and waiting for Assistant Minister Song.
After an unknown amount of time, the music suddenly stopped, and Guagua's voice came through:
*[Host, Host, the show has begun!
After court ended, Lord Kong, the director of the Imperial Secretariat, went home, gathered dozens of household guards and servants, and stormed over to No. 8 Willow Alley.]*
Song Yaoyao had been lounging lazily in the sedan chair, but at those words, she sat up in excitement:
*[Lord Kong, the director of the Imperial Secretariat, discovered Yu Ling Tian's mistress?
Wonderful! That rotten scumbag and that shameless homewrecker deserve a good thrashing.]*
Song Yaoyao said anxiously:
*[Why isn't my dad back yet? I'm dying to watch the catfight in person!
I wonder how far Willow Alley is from these palace gates.
Could I get there on my own two legs?]*
Guagua said helplessly:
*[Your dad hasn't come out yet!
As far as I know, Willow Alley is at least an hour from here by carriage. If you run there on your own two legs, it'll probably take even longer.
I can give you a live broadcast. Why do you have to go there in person?]*
It looked like running there on her own two legs was out of the question! Song Yaoyao was deeply disappointed!
Still, she explained:
*[It's not the same.
It's like when a celebrity holds a concert. Even though everyone can watch the recording afterward, lots of people still go in person.
Do you know why?
Watching in person gives you a completely different atmosphere and feeling!
You could say the live experience is more exciting and more immersive.]*
Even more helpless now, Guagua asked:
[Do you still want to watch the live broadcast, then?]
Song Yaoyao nodded like she was pounding garlic:
*[Yes, yes! Since I can't watch in person, I'll just have to make do with the live broadcast.
Guagua, hurry up and send over the footage.]*
[All right, Host.]
Lord Kong, the director of the Imperial Secretariat, came charging up to No. 8 Willow Alley with a huge crowd of men swarming behind him.