Reencarnação: Casar com o marqués louco, eu me tornei a terceira cunhada do ex-marido

The third day of the twelfth lunar month arrived, and snowflakes danced through the air.

Song Tang leaned against the window, gazing out at the world blanketed in white, the tree branches frosted like a painting. She gathered her cloak more tightly around her and silently counted down in her heart, “Three, two, one.”

With a creak, the door opened, and a gust of cold wind swept in, carrying snowflakes with it.

“Young lady, Madam has sent word for you to come over.”

Song Tang set down her hand warmer and rose slowly. “Let’s go.”

She walked through the long corridors, winding through twists and turns, until at last she reached Lady He’s courtyard.

“Sister, you’re here!” Song Wei was sitting before Lady He, cutting paper window ornaments. At the sight of Song Tang, she immediately broke into a sweet smile.

Song Tang ignored Song Wei, paused before Lady He, and offered a slight curtsy, her expression cold. “Mother.”

Lady He’s face darkened instantly at Song Tang’s disregard for Song Wei. “Song Tang, who are you making that sour face for?”

“For her,” Song Tang replied, turning to look at Song Wei. In her previous life, her death at the hands of Mu Ziyu could not be separated from Song Wei’s involvement!

Song Wei froze, her eyes turning red at once. She stood up, her voice trembling as she choked out, “Mother, you and Sister sit for a while. I still have scriptures to copy and must return now.”

“Is cousin pretending to be pitiful again?” Song Tang sneered.

The accusation struck a nerve, and this time Song W