The sons are still unmarried, and if the quarrel between the two of them affects their marriage prospects, it will be even more difficult to find a good match.

What worried Shen's mother the most was the marriage of her sons.

Shen Feng knew this, which is why he dared to come to their door so brazenly.

Ling Wushuang was so angry she laughed. She had never seen such a shameless person who couldn't be driven away no matter what.

Getting involved with the Chengen Marquis's mansion is certainly not a good thing, but who would have thought that Zhiyu's clueless biological mother is actually her grandmother's long-lost daughter, and also her aunt.

Ling Wushuang's vision went black, and her head throbbed with pain. She really didn't know whether she should be happy or not.

Fortunately, Song Zhiyu became her true younger sister.

Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang felt a little better, but when she saw the uninvited woman in front of her, the smile on her face visibly faded.

"Sister Wushuang, I want to see Mother." Shen Jinshu was dressed in plain clothes, her smooth black hair was held up with only a few simple hairpins, her face was as pale as jade, and when she spoke softly, she had a pitiful appearance.

Today, she specially changed into the clothes she wore when she was still unmarried, and also wore the birthday gift given to her by her mother, a jade hairpin with a begonia flower, which was simple and elegant.

If Madam Shen saw her like this, she would surely feel pity and recall the days when they were inseparable in the Marquis's mansion.

It's always been like this.

Shen Jinshu was absolutely certain that the outcome would be the same this time.

As expected, Madam Shen came out of the Duke's mansion and stared blankly at the hairpin on Shen Jinshu's head.

She always regarded Shen Jinshu as her own daughter and loved her dearly.

Even after learning the truth about her origins, she never changed in the slightest, always putting Shen Jinshu first.

He even hurt his own daughter multiple times for Shen Jinshu's sake.

But why is it that the daughter she cherished for over ten years turned out to be her husband's mistress?

Even now, Shen's mother cannot accept it. Every night, when she thinks of Shen Jinshu, her heart aches uncontrollably.

Her affection for Shen Jinshu even surpassed that for Shen Yuzhou and others, so how could she simply let go of it?

"Mother, I thought you would never want to see me again in this lifetime." Shen Jinshu's eyes were red, and her expression of biting her lower lip, wanting to step forward but not daring to, deeply hurt her mother.

Actually, Shu'er was unaware of that matter either, so she shouldn't have taken her anger out on Shu'er.

"Why are you here?" Not knowing what to say, Mother Shen's tone was somewhat dry.

A hint of hurt flashed in Shen Jinshu's eyes, but she forced a smile and said, "Mother, may I still call you that?"

"Whatever you want." Mother Shen sighed, still unable to bring herself to be harsh with Shen Jinshu, but it was impossible for them to return to their former close relationship.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jinshu smiled through her tears, "Mother, I just wanted to see if you were alright. Now that I've seen you, I'm relieved."

"I'm fine. But you, now that you've married into the Prince Li's household, you should prioritize the Prince Li's well-being." Madam Shen's heart softened, and her expression became much gentler.

She raised this child herself; he was gentle and understanding, unlike Shen Feng and Ye Rou.

Shen Jinshu nodded obediently, took a red amulet from Xiuyue's hand, and handed it to her mother with expectant eyes.

"What Mother says is true. But I was worried because I saw that Mother's illness had not improved, so I went to Mingyin Temple to get you a peace charm to bless you with a long life."

Mother Shen was stunned for a moment, and remained motionless for a long time.

Seeing this, Shen Jinshu subconsciously tightened her grip on the amulet in her hand and secretly gave Xiuyue a look.

Xiuyue's eyes flickered, understanding her master's meaning. She hurriedly stepped forward and revealed everything that Shen Jinshu couldn't say.

"Madam, this amulet was specially obtained for you by the Consort, at a great cost. You must accept it."

Her Majesty heard that if someone seeking a peace charm drips their heart's blood onto the charm, it means they agree to bear the pain of illness in place of the Lady. Such filial piety moves even this servant deeply.

"Xiuyue, shut up."

After Xiuyue finished speaking, Shen Jinshu pretended to scold her.

"Mother, it doesn't matter how the amulet came about, as long as you are safe and sound."

Mother Shen finally came to her senses and took the amulet with a complicated expression. "It must have been very painful to have your heart's blood drawn. No wonder you look so pale."

As she spoke, she slowly placed her other hand over her chest, where she felt an emptiness.

It seems that a long time ago, someone also took out his heart's blood to cure her illness.

"It's alright." Shen Jinshu shook her head, folding her hands in front of her, displaying an air of elegance and poise.

Ling Wushuang, who was standing aside watching this touching scene between mother and daughter, rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

Her newly recognized aunt is truly a complicated person.

Instead of cherishing her own daughter, she felt sorry for her husband's mistress.

She really couldn't understand how their Duke's Mansion, which was always good at judging people, could produce such a clueless idiot.

Ling Wushuang shook her head helplessly, deciding to turn away rather than see it, and left decisively.

If she stayed any longer, her fists would harden.

She should go find her dear little cousin to cleanse her eyes first.

*

In the capital, a well-known family.

The sprightly old man with the white beard looked at his two graceful daughters with satisfaction, stroking his beard slowly. "The future of the Wen family depends on you two. Whoever can forge a weapon that satisfies me and the elders first will be the head of the family."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in the eyes of the slightly heroic woman standing on the right, and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"Little sister, let's rely on our own abilities." Wenren Xue turned to look at the silent woman in white beside her, her apprehension evident.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Wenren Yue readily agreed, showing no fear of Wenren Xue's provocation.

The entire courtyard seemed to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The two were evenly matched and neither was willing to give in, which made the others happy to see the situation unfold.

The old man waved his hand, breaking the deadlock. "Alright, I'll give you a month. Whoever can forge a satisfactory weapon within this month will be the rightful head of the Wenren family."

Having said that, he had nothing more to say, so he slowly got up and left the main courtyard, leaving the two sisters still at odds.

Just then, a servant came running in, panting, and handed a letter to Wenren Yue. "Second Miss, there's a letter for you."

Upon seeing the familiar handwriting on the letter, Wenren Yue raised an eyebrow. It was quite strange that she would take the initiative to contact her.