Chapter 779: Just a Curse Is Enough

Seeing that Zhuzhi couldn't answer for a moment, Zhuyu spoke for her, "To answer the young lady, among all the children, the second young master was the only one who was willing to talk to Li Zhuang.

It’s strange to say, the girl knows Li Zhuang’s temper and he never has a good face towards anyone.

But towards the Second Young Master, I could still force a smile and sometimes say a few words."

Song Yanxi's eyes darkened slightly, and she sighed, "Second Young Master witnessed his mother's tragic death when he was young, and when Sister Chunhua passed away, Li Zhuang happened to be by his side.

They both have similar experiences, so it’s normal for them to sympathize with each other.”

Zhuzhi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Miss, I don't think that's the case.

When the Second Young Master first arrived at the mansion, Li Zhuang was quite hostile towards him, but when he heard Mr. He mention that he was the son of Prince Jin, his attitude suddenly changed.

"Which of these two kids will approach the other first?"

Zhuzhi said with a subtle expression, "Miss, it was the Second Young Master who first contacted Li Zhuang."

Song Yanxi nodded and instructed, "Have someone keep an eye on the two children and don't let them get into any conflict."

Thinking of the increasingly silent Li Zhuang, she sighed softly, "The pain of losing one's mother is not something that can be forgotten in a day or two. With Mr. He as an uncle here, he will figure it out if he is given some time."

Hearing this, Zhu Lu, who had been silent the whole time, said in a muffled voice: "Miss, this child is impossible to raise."

Zhu Guo also said: "The young lady was kind enough to help him and give him a place to stay, but he is ungrateful."

Song Yanxi smiled helplessly, "Who told you all this?"

The two bamboos fell silent.

The two sisters are not good at speaking, but Zhuzhi has a sharp tongue and she also can't bear to see her daughter's sincerity go to waste.

"Girl, you don't know that Li Zhuang has a very strange temper. Not only does he refuse to live in the same room with other people, but he also treasures his things very much.

Aunt Wang went to his room to get some clothes, but he scolded her and sent her out."

Zhuzhi became more and more angry as she thought about it. She said angrily, "He only brought two sets of clothes with him. All his food and daily necessities were paid for by the government. He really thinks no one cares about his two tattered clothes."

Song Yanxi frowned as she listened, then spoke: "The old clothes he was wearing, and the purse he always carried with him, were all relics left to him by his mother."

Zhuzhi was startled, "Miss, I..."

“Ignorance is the best.”

Thinking about Li Zhuang's temper, Song Yanxi instructed: "Tell Aunt Wang to prepare a wooden basin for him and let him wash his clothes by himself.

As for his room, he doesn't have to clean it when he's not there."

Zhuzhi was still blaming himself, and responded sullenly, in a low mood.

Knowing what she was upset about, Song Yanxi asked with a smile: "Why, do you regret having treated him badly before?"

Zhuzhi snorted softly and said stubbornly, "What should I regret? It's obvious that he is just like a hedgehog, wanting to poke a dog that passes by."

Although she said this, when she thought about how Li Zhuang lost his mother at a young age and left his hometown to come to the capital, she couldn't help but feel that she had lacked patience with him before.

But when she thought of his stubborn temper, she felt that even if a Bodhisattva were alive, he would have to whip him with the willow branch in his hand.

What kind of child is like him? He won’t eat anything soft or hard. He is just like the stones in the toilet, smelly and hard!

Zhuzhi squeezed Song Yanxi's shoulders and asked tentatively, "When do you plan to go home, young lady?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yanxi knew that this was what Yan Qing meant.

But when she thought of the scenes of her loved ones lying in a pool of blood in her previous life, boundless regret swallowed her whole.

She only hated that she was just a ghost at the time and could do nothing but watch.

She was too embarrassed to see them because she hadn't avenged her great hatred yet.

But my grandfather and his family are already on their way back to Beijing, and they will be home in seven or eight days at most.

By then, even if she found an excuse not to visit, given the temperament of her grandparents, they would definitely go to the Princess's Mansion to see her.

As a junior, it would be disrespectful for her not to visit the elders.

It would be truly unfilial to wait for them to come find her with a clear conscience.

Even if they didn't blame her, she couldn't forgive herself.

Song Yanxi took a deep breath and said, "Follow me to the storeroom to pick out some gifts."

Hearing this, the four bamboos' eyes lit up and they said in unison, "Yes, young lady!"

*

Even though she had prepared herself mentally on the way here, when she stood at the gate of Yan Mansion, Song Yanxi still felt timid.

The scene before his eyes seemed out of control, with the tragic scene of the Ye Yan family being wiped out.

Amidst the wails, their blood seemed to gather into a river, dyeing the ground beneath their feet red.

The final fire burned their bodies, along with the Yan Mansion, which had once been filled with laughter and joy.

The one who should die is Lin Tingfeng, not them.

Song Yanxi closed her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, there was only the joy of returning home.

She lifted her skirt, quickly climbed the stairs, and ran towards her loved ones as impatiently as she had countless times before.

The two doormen recognized her immediately and said in surprise, "The girl is back!"

They hurried back to report, but were stopped by Song Yanxi.

She smiled and said, "No need, I know where mother and my two aunts are."

If I'm not mistaken, the three of them should be playing mahjong in my aunt's yard at this time.

Just like my aunt often said, one should enjoy life while it lasts. She didn't want to be a woman trapped in a deep house, spending her days sighing.

Song Yanxi always felt that someone with a personality like that of her aunt did not belong in the Yan family's backyard.

But for the love of her life and their child, she was willing to trap herself here.

Even her once favorite whip was locked in a box and put away long ago.

Before she even got close, Song Yanxi heard Shen Qingyun’s hearty laughter coming from the yard.

"Today is really strange. We had the same meal at noon and washed our hands, so why are you so lucky?"

She glanced at her shrunken purse and feigned annoyance, saying, "I can't go on like this. If I lose all my monthly allowance, I won't have any money left to buy snacks for the children."

Mrs. Lu laughed at her and said, "Sister-in-law was saying that if you hadn't insisted on dragging my sister to play mahjong with you today, we would have gone to the palace gate to pick up Xier."

"What are you talking about?" Shen Qingyun raised an eyebrow, and said angrily, "That girl has been back in Beijing for more than a month, and she didn't even mention coming home to visit.

If you ask me, don't go pick her up. I want to see when that heartless person will come to his senses."

Lu was sitting in a position where she could see the entrance. When she caught a glimpse of Song Yanxi's figure, she immediately changed her attitude.

With a stern face, she scolded: "Sister-in-law is right, that girl is really too ignorant.

Come to think of it, she is already 20 years old. When we were her age, we were all mothers."

Without waiting for her to say anything else, Shen Qingyun glared at her and said, "Just a few words of scolding will do, why are you still scolding non-stop?

Be careful, Qingqing will feel distressed after hearing this, and will never come to help fill the table again."

Mrs. Lu glanced at Yan Qing and suppressed a smile, saying, "Why are you angry, sister-in-law? I'm just angry that she doesn't want to go home and doesn't tell us about the grievances she suffered outside."

Shen Qingyun frowned and said disdainfully: "I don't know who this cowardly character is inherited from."

As he was speaking, Song Yanxi's smiling voice rang out from the doorway. "Aunt, what you said is true. It's said that a nephew takes after his uncle. Naturally, he takes after my uncle."