The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day

At this moment, Ming Yufang spoke to defuse the situation, "Once you have entered the Song Family's door, you are all family, there is no distinction between you and me. Prepare a cup of tea for the young madam."

"Yes." The servant hastily prepared a new cup of tea for Xie Ruotong.

Xie Ruotong took it and went to offer tea with Song Yanqing and Xie Ruilin.

"Ruotong, come to the center." Song Yuanzhong suddenly spoke up.

At this moment, Xie Ruotong was naturally standing on the side.

Song Yanqing and Xie Ruilin stood closer together, the two of them next to each other.

Xie Ruotong glanced at Song Yanqing.

Xie Ruilin quickly said, "Sister, come over here."

Song Yanqing pursed his lips and then said no more.

After all, Xie Ruotong had given him face, and he returned the favor.

Xie Ruotong smiled slightly at Xie Ruilin and under Song Yuanzhong's insistence, stood between Song Yanqing and Xie Ruilin.

This way, even as they offered tea together, Xie Ruilin's status as a concubine was made explicitly clear.

At this time, Xie Ruilin thought to herself that Xie Ruotong seemed generous and kind to her, only to win the favor of the Song Family's master and mistress, and to attract Song Yanqing. Xie Ruotong was no easy opponent!

The three knelt on the ground together to offer the tea.

Each of them raised their tea cups and handed them to the elders.

After Xie Ruotong finished offering tea and as she drew back her hand, Xie Ruilin also followed by offering tea.

It appeared accidental, but she touched Xie Ruotong next to her.

The scalding tea thus splashed onto Xie Ruilin's hand.

"Ah!" Xie Ruilin cried out in pain.

She quickly tried to throw away the tea cup in her hand.

And the tea cup falling could potentially land on Ming Yufang's feet.

Xie Ruotong, quick-witted, immediately grabbed the scalding tea cup, which spun in her hand before she tightly clutched it in her palm.

The tea cup did not shatter, nor did much tea spill out.

But that moment had everyone's heart in their throats.

"Lin'er." Song Yanqing quickly went over to check on Xie Ruilin's hand.

He saw a large red patch on the back of her hand.

Xie Ruilin, with reddening eyes, said hastily, "It's all my fault, I was careless, it's not sister's fault, it's not sister's fault."

Saying this, she nearly burst into tears.

It looked like she was in unbearable pain.

"Quick, bring me a basin of cold water!" Song Yanqing instructed the servant.

The servant hurriedly complied and left.

"How is it, does it hurt?" Song Yanqing held Xie Ruilin's hand, helping to cool her hand by blowing on the back of it.

Xie Ruilin, with tears wrapped in her eyes, nodded pitifully.

"Miss, how are you?" Qiao'er naturally noticed that Xie Ruotong had also been burned by the tea.

"It's nothing." Xie Ruotong said nonchalantly.

She handed the cup, which had lost about half of its tea, to Qiao'er.

Qiao'er saw the large red patch on Xie Ruotong's hand and still said it didn't hurt?!

The miss always endured everything.

At this time, the servant had also brought over cold water.

Song Yanqing quickly immersed Xie Ruilin's hand into the cold water, helping to soothe the burn on her hand.

Seeing Song Yanqing take such care of Xie Ruilin, Qiao'er could no longer hold back, "My miss also burned her hand."

She said pointing towards Song Yanqing.

At this moment, Song Yuanzhong and Ming Yufang's attention were also on Xie Ruilin.

After all, Xie Ruilin had just screamed out, and since Xie Ruotong didn't even whimper, they thought only Xie Ruilin was burned.

Only when Qiao'er spoke up did they notice that Xie Ruotong's hand was redder than Xie Ruilin's.

"Sister, I'm sorry, it was all Lin'er's carelessness, it was all Lin'er's fault." Xie Ruilin quickly apologized, continuing to plead to Song Yanqing, "Brother Yanqing, don't blame sister, she didn't see me holding the hot tea."

Listening, it sounded like she was siding with Xie Ruotong, but in fact, she was implying that her burn was caused by Xie Ruotong's bump.

Song Yanqing immediately understood upon hearing this.

He coldly looked at Xie Ruotong and said sternly, "In our Song Family, this isn't like your Xie Residence. You can't do whatever you want here!"

"Yanqing!" Song Yuanzhong rebuked Song Yanqing.

Song Yanqing, holding Xie Ruilin's hand, walked out of the hall.

"Brother Yanqing..." Xie Ruilin softly called Song Yanqing, "I haven't finished offering tea yet."

"Your hand is more important, I will take you to apply some medicinal ointment," Song Yanqing said as he pulled Xie Ruilin away.

They left the hall with a trembling, angry Song Yuanzhong, a worried Ming Yufang, and an unruffled Xie Ruotong behind.