"This is the temporary accommodation arranged for you by the Bureau of Settlement. After you settle in, take this official document and go to the Qiao family to find Qiao Lian'er."

The whole family was overjoyed. They would never have dared to dream of such a courtyard house back in the countryside, and it was arranged for them so easily.

The title of "Princess Who Protects the Nation" is indeed very useful.

Song Fusheng solemnly accepted the official document. He had a premonition that the Song family would continue to rise in status, and if a few of them could become high-ranking officials—the thought made him very happy.

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do. Good luck to you all." Song Ruier said with a half-smile.

"Remember, make the most of this opportunity."

Seeing that Song Ruier was about to leave, Song Dujuan called him back and said with a puzzled look, "You helped us, so what are your demands?"

"I have no demands. As a fellow villager, I only hope that you can successfully become relatives. That is my only wish."

The whole family stared in disbelief as he left.

"Incredible! There are such good people in this world!" Song Guangdi said in surprise.

"They say that when fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears. This young man, seeing that we had traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to visit relatives, must have been deeply moved as a fellow villager," said Song Qijin.

Think about it, this is the only explanation.

But Song Dujuan frowned slightly. She didn't quite believe what the other party said. There are no free lunches in this world, especially in a place like the capital. For someone to suddenly appear and be so kind to their whole family, arranging the most important things and saying they have no ulterior motives, is something that only happens in dreams.

“Never mind all that, let’s go in first and assign rooms. Since we’re being called the Princess Zhenguo, it’s not impossible for us to stay here for a long time. The government has to consider Lian’er’s feelings; they can’t just kick us out, can they? If we stay long enough, the courtyard will be ours, and we can dispose of it as our own property,” Zhou said.

Everyone thought it made a lot of sense.

This is a good location, and the courtyard is large and well-designed; it's probably worth tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The Song family rushed into the courtyard house, initially scrambling for space, but they quieted down once they realized that the number of rooms far exceeded the number of their family members.

Song Dujuan looked at the official document again and again. The stamp on it looked authentic and trustworthy, and the bright red color gave her a sense of security.

She went to find Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng was sitting in a grand chair in the hall, his hands on the armrests, looking at the inner hall and then at the courtyard outside, feeling a great sense of satisfaction.

All the hard work and struggle of a lifetime cannot compare to the pride and dignity felt at this moment.

“Grandpa, we can’t all go looking for Lian’er. It’s not good to have too many people,” Song Dujuan said as she came in.

Song Fusheng thought about it and felt it made sense: "How about this, me, your uncle, your cousin, and you, the four of us will go."

“It’s only afternoon, we have plenty of time. Let’s go and check out the Qiao family’s gate.” Song Fusheng got up from his armchair.

Song Guangdi also went up and sat down for a while, enjoying himself to the fullest.

"Get down here, you brat! You've ruined our family and forced us to leave our hometown, and you still want to show off like this?" Song Fusheng couldn't help but curse.

Song Guangdi was no longer so timid. He chuckled and said, "Dad, you're still blaming me? Does that mean our family's current good fortune isn't thanks to me? You should be thanking me instead."

Song Fusheng snorted and didn't bother arguing with him anymore: "Boss, Qi Jin, let's go."