"Alright, alright, stop being so pretentious. I think the Ding family kid is a promising young man. Don't give him such a hard time all the time."

"When you have the chance to enjoy happiness in the future, when he becomes the top scholar, Yi'er will be his wife. Isn't that enough?"

When Mrs. Hu heard this, she thought it made sense.

He glanced at his daughter again, and the latter had the same expression on her face.

Mrs. Hu also reacted instantly, stopped crying, and wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Then, Master, please promise me that you will allow me to prepare a few more dowries for Yi'er. I will also use the dowry allowances left by the Second Miss and Sister Yueqing..."

Song Lin looked at Song Cixuan, who shrugged and said, "Father, it doesn't matter to me. A harmonious family is the foundation of everything."

"My dear daughter, you are the most sensible one. Here, this is what your grandmother left behind. I am passing it to you today." Song Lin nodded with satisfaction. This daughter has indeed never let him down.

Song Cixuan was also a little surprised. In her previous life, this pair of jade bracelets was passed on to Song Ciyi. She didn't expect that her father would give this pair of bracelets to her in this life.

It was a pleasant surprise.

Song Ciyi glanced at it with disdain. She had thought her grandmother had left behind some heirloom, but it was just an ordinary bracelet.

Even if you pawn it, it would only fetch ten taels of silver.

She doesn't want it.

"Yier, Daddy won't treat you badly. This is the jadeite magnolia hairpin left by your grandmother. I'll give it to you."

Song Lin opened another box, and inside lay a hairpin made of the same jade material as the bracelet.

The hairpin is made of silver. It has turned black due to its age, and the whole hairpin looks dirty.

"Father, I see this hairpin belongs with my sister's pair of bracelets. Why don't you give them all to my sister? If you feel guilty, you can just give me a gold hairpin. What do you think?"

Although her words seemed to be a pampering, they were full of disdain.

Song Lin understood and looked at her: "Are you really going to give this to your sister as well?"

"Yes, Dad, that's what I think. My younger sister has always liked staying with grandma since she was little. After aunt passed away, my younger sister was also raised by grandma."

"Leaving this set of things to my sister can be considered as a memory. What do you think, Dad?" Song Ciyi said obediently.

Song Lin thought about it and it made sense, so he looked at Song Cixuan.

"Thank you very much for your help, sister." Seeing her like this, Song Cixuan didn't hesitate and directly accepted the silver hairpin.

"Then let's do as you said. Prepare three more dowries for Yi'er, and give her an extra gold hairpin."

"Thank you, Dad. Dad is really the best to Yi'er."

"Father, my sister and I are getting married soon. I think that after we leave, you and I will definitely be lonely."

"Why don't you go to the clan and pick a younger brother to raise? That way he can inherit the family business, and you and mother will have someone to take care of you."

Hearing Song Ciyi say this, Song Lin looked up at her in surprise.

Song Ciyi still smiled sweetly, while Song Cixuan stood aside without saying a word. Both she and Song Ciyi knew that their father had a mistress and an illegitimate child.

Now she said this, obviously she wanted to give her father a sense of propriety, so that he would love her more.

Sure enough, I overestimated her. I thought that if I had a chance to do it again, she would have improved, but she still used these flattering methods.

"Yier's mother, what do you think?" Song Lin was obviously concerned. Song Cixuan calculated the date and thought that the child was probably born not long ago.

Mrs. Hu really wanted a son. She rolled her eyes and said, "Then go look among the clan for a newborn boy who's barely old enough to remember anything. Bring him home and find a wet nurse to raise him."

Song Lin immediately smiled: "Okay, I'll ask the housekeeper to go back and ask."

"Sister, what you said is right. We are all going to get married. If dad adopts a child and brings him home, I can feel at ease with a son." Song Cixuan said calmly without any flattery.

Song Lin couldn't stop laughing, and even when he spoke, his old face looked like a chrysanthemum.

After the negotiation, Song Cixuan stood up and said goodbye, preparing to return to her own courtyard. Three months were still left, and her wedding dress was not yet completed.

After a girl reaches the age of 15, she will start to embroider her own wedding dress. Generally, the wedding dress is embroidered by the bride herself before she gets married. Only a very small number of people who are in a hurry to get married will choose to buy ready-made wedding dresses.

Just as I left the hall and reached the courtyard, I heard footsteps behind me.

Song Cixuan's maid Lu Cui turned her head and took a look, then whispered, "Second Miss, the eldest lady is chasing after you."

"Well, don't worry about her." Song Cixuan nodded and continued walking towards her yard.

Song Ciyi quickly caught up and looked Song Cixuan up and down carefully.

After a while, he said, "Song Cixuan, are you back too?"

"Come back? Come back to where?" Song Cixuan looked at Song Ciyi with confusion, and the latter looked at her suspiciously again and again.

"You really don't know what I'm talking about?"

"It's incomprehensible. Lu Cui, let's go back!" Song Cixuan maintained her usual attitude and didn't want to pay any attention to Song Ciyi.

Song Ciyi finally felt relieved and even more proud: "Oh, I said you wouldn't be so lucky. You slapped me once that day, I should have slapped you at least ten times in return."

"Now, I feel a little sorry for you. You don't know anything and you're just making wedding clothes for me in vain."

Lu Cui suddenly became alert and glared at her angrily.

"Miss, what did you just say? What do you want to do with our young lady's wedding dress?"

"Idiot, you have no right to speak here. Hongfu, hit her!" Song Ciyi looked at Lu Cui with disdain, and then ordered her maid.

Hongfu is tall and fat, and the petite Lucui is really no match for her.

"What on earth are you going to do!" Song Cixuan frowned and scolded.

Song Ciyi's eyes fell on her, and she raised the corners of her mouth and said with a smile: "What are you doing? A lowly servant dares to speak to me like this. Since I don't know how to discipline you, I will help you discipline her."

"You are not worthy to touch my things, and I don't need you to teach my people a lesson." Most of the servants in this house were brought by her mother.

Song Ciyi obviously remembered it as well, and her expression turned a little grim.

Then she taunted him, "Oh, in the past there was a distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. Now I am also a legitimate daughter, and you are not much more noble than me."

"Since you know nothing and are about to lose everything, I will not bother with you."

"It's really pitiful, so funny." After saying this, she left with a very happy smile.

Lu Cui spat fiercely at their backs. Song Cixuan shook her head disapprovingly and said, "Why bother with them about this? Just let her smile smugly."