Transmigrated as a Concubine's Daughter Plotting a Good Marriage

Song Ping'an died on the operating table from heart disease. When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated to ancient times, becoming Song Yuning, the daughter born to an outside mistre...

Chapter 11 Big Brother is Getting Married

Chapter 11 Big Brother is Getting Married

"It's probably impossible for our family to bring our third sister back. If she can think clearly, it would be nice for her to live a good life like this." Yuyan said with a sigh.

It is better to live a miserable life than to die. What's more, she no longer has her husband who beat her, and she still has a child to take care of her. At most, her life will be a little poorer, but at least she can live a good life.

After a long silence, the sixth sister Yuwan said, "I will never marry into a family like this in the future." Her voice was low, but very serious.

The other four people didn't say anything, but they all thought the same thing in their hearts.

There is no way. This family is so cruel. If they don't plan for themselves, their fate will be the same as that of their third sister Yu Ru.

Song Yuru's incident did not cause any trouble in the Song family, and the Song family continued to live their lives as usual.

No one cared at all about what kind of life the widowed Song Yuru would live in her husband's family, and no one even asked.

Upon hearing the news, Song Yuning felt even colder.

If you have no value, don't even think about getting any benefits from this family.

In the days that followed, Song Yuning followed the routine, going to school to learn various things, and after school she locked herself in the room to practice her embroidery skills.

Song Yuning gave several round fans for practice to the four sisters. They were very happy and regarded the fans as their treasures.

It is not considered embarrassing to take it to your parents' home as a dowry when you get married.

In addition to these things, Song Yuning would give the old lady, father, and Xu homemade gadgets every once in a while to show his filial piety.

This was all on the surface. Privately, Song Yuning also spent a lot of money to send it to his own shop. The sales of the small shop in the south of the city also improved a lot, and he earned about ten taels of silver a month.

The farm that Mrs. Wei gave her only had forty or fifty acres of good farmland, and the annual income, after paying taxes, was only more than eighty taels of silver.

She had just returned to the Song Mansion, and she needed to build her own network and find out some things, all of which required money. This money had to be spent and could not be saved.

So privately, Song Yuning also started to do some embroidery work and sell it.

Song Yuning's grandmother was also a famous embroiderer. She had several apprentices, one of whom now opened an embroidery shop and is quite famous in the capital.

Mrs. Wei followed Song Hongzhi. Everything was fine in the first few years, but in the following years, Song Hongzhi came less and less. In order to support herself and her children, Mrs. Wei contacted this senior sister.

After the embroidered items were finished, they were given to the senior sister. Knowing that Mrs. Wei had superb skills, the senior sister always paid a high price for them.

Song Yuning also asked Ningshuang to take all the embroidered items to her uncle-master.

That day, Ningshuang took her embroidery work out to sell again. When she came back, she gave Song Yuning several winks. At night, Song Yuning asked Ningshuang to keep watch for her, and the two talked in a low voice in the house.

"This time, after I took those things out, Madam Chun gave me some silver and also gave me a letter." Ningshuang said in a low voice, then brought a candle.

Song Yuning's heart moved and he opened the letter. The handwriting was very familiar, it was Mrs. Wei's.

She wrote in the letter that she was in a very safe place and asked Song Yuning not to worry about her, as she would hide well.

Then she said that before she faked her death, she helped her uncle embroider a double-sided screen and sold it for more than 800 taels of silver. She kept 300 taels for herself and put the rest in an envelope and gave it to Song Yuning.

The letter was very short, but Song Yuning read it over and over again several times. She felt very uncomfortable because she missed Mrs. Wei.

Since returning to the Song Mansion, although her residence is large and her bed is large and soft, she still misses Madam Wei's embrace.

When she first came here, she was in poor health and Mrs. Wei held her in her arms day and night. She still remembers that feeling of warmth and security.

In this world, only Madam Wei is still thinking about her.

Seeing Song Yuning crying softly, not even daring to make a sound, Ningshuang felt very uncomfortable and helped wipe her tears.

Song Yuning shook his head: "I'm fine now. Bring me the candle. This letter cannot be kept."

Ningshuang nodded and watched Song Yuning burn the letter and envelope with his own hands.

After burning the letter, Song Yuning lay on the bed. After a while, he said, "You can go out and exchange these five hundred taels of silver later, and bring back two hundred taels for us to use.

The remaining three hundred taels will be given to Yuya, so that Feng Chunsheng can buy good farmland and expand the farm."

The shops in the south of the city and the farm outside the city were all looked after by the maid who had served Madam Wei since childhood.

The shop is taken care of by Yan Yu and his wife. She has been with Madam Wei since she was a child and has good embroidery skills, so Madam Wei asked her to help look after the shop.

Yuya and her husband Feng Chunsheng are now looking after the farm outside the city. On the day they returned to the Song Mansion, Mrs. Wei handed over the indentures of both couples to Song Yuning.

Now Song Yuning is their master.

Ning Shuang said, "Okay," "Got it."

Song Yuning waved his hand and let Ningshuang go. She lay in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about many things, and only fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night.

Although she had some money in her hands, Song Yuning still did not stop embroidering. Although the money seemed to be a lot, it was not enough to last.

Xuetuan seemed to like embroidery as well. Knowing that Song Yuning was good at it, she often followed her and sometimes even asked a few questions.

Song Yuning knew that Xuetuan was showing his surrender, so he didn't refuse.

After August, everyone in the Song Mansion suddenly became busy. Song Yuning knew that her eldest brother, Song Chengli, was going to get married.

In fact, Song Chengli's marriage had been decided a long time ago, and the wedding date was approaching, but because the girl's grandmother passed away suddenly and she had to observe a three-year mourning period, the wedding had to be postponed.

In this case, my second sister Song Yuqing had to get married first.

Now that the woman's mourning period is over, my eldest brother's wedding can finally be put back on the schedule, and the auspicious date has been set, which is the 28th day of October in the golden autumn.

Although everyone in the mansion was very busy, there were not many trivial matters for Song Yuning and her sisters to deal with.

They still had to eat and go to school as usual, but it wasn't long before their peaceful days were disrupted.

It has been more than a year since Song Yuqing got married, but there is still no sign of pregnancy.

Not only that, perhaps because of her parents' failed marriages, Song Yuqing kept a very strict eye on the prince. Whenever she saw the prince talking to a woman for a few more words, she would cry.

The prince likes Song Yuqing very much, so he usually coaxes her and treats it as a marital affair. There is no other woman in his room now.

At first, Lady Pingyuan Hou didn't think it was a big deal. Seeing the young couple being so loving and sweet, she was happy from the bottom of her heart.

However, as time went on, she gradually felt that Song Yuqing's desire to control the prince seemed too strong.