Song Yue pouted. If he really cared, wouldn't he go to the other courtyard to see her?
"There were some things you didn't understand when you were young."
"The Duke of Jingguo's mansion also has its unspeakable difficulties. It is because the Duke of Jingguo's mansion could not protect you and owes you something. If you have any grievances, you can take them out on this old woman."
Song Yue raised her head and looked earnestly at the Grand Madam: "Grandmother, all I want is justice."
"Justice? What justice?" the old lady pressed. "All those people in the other courtyard are dead. There's no way to testify. What justice do you want?"
Song Yue pursed her lips and remained silent, her expression still calm.
The old lady was somewhat indignant, but dared not push him too far, so she tentatively asked, "How much do you really know about your mother?"
See? He revealed his purpose in just a few words.
She guessed that the Grand Madam must have recognized Ling Yi, which was why she made the decision for her last night and asked Yuan Fuling to vacate the courtyard.
Song Yue shrugged: "I was sent to another residence when I was only three months old, so how would I know my mother's story?"
Trying to get information out of me?
dream!
"Then what exactly is going on with the guards around you?" the Grand Madam asked anxiously.
Song Yue looked completely innocent: "I don't know either, he just said he was here to protect me."
The old lady didn't believe it. She had seen Ling Yi once before, when he was with Princess Jia Hua. Ling Yi hadn't shown his face for ten years, but now he was standing next to Song Yue.
Could it be that Princess Jia Hua asked Ling Yi to protect Song Yue before she left?
This possibility cannot be ruled out.
"There's one more thing. Have you met the Eighth Prince?" The Grand Madam asked, her gaze fixed on Song Yue, trying to find some clues.
Song Yue was still completely bewildered, shaking the handkerchief in her hand: "Is Grandmother referring to the person who gave me the handkerchief just now?"
"Um."
"This is the first time my granddaughter has met me."
"Really?" The Grand Madam didn't believe it. The Eighth Prince's arrival today was too coincidental, and he left after meeting Song Yue.
They were clearly targeting Song Yue.
But since they couldn't discern anything from Song Yue's face, they had no choice but to give up.
She held Song Yue's hand and said, "Sister Yue, as the saying goes, family scandals should not be aired in public. There are some things that should not be told to outsiders. Only we are your family."
Song Yue lowered her eyes, feeling wronged: "I ruined my reputation in the villa, and now everyone knows about it. I've brought shame to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. No wonder Zhang Mama looks down on me, and Wang Mama said I'm not worthy. It turns out it's all my fault."
"Nonsense!" The old lady was so angry that her head was buzzing. She immediately promised, "I will definitely have your father investigate and get you justice."
After saying this, the old lady summoned the steward: "From today onwards, anyone who dares to slander the Third Miss in public should report to me and will be severely punished."
The butler bowed and responded.
The old lady didn't get any advantage from Song Yue. She kept repeating the same things, but Song Yue easily deflected them all.
The meaning is simple: they want Song Yue to stop talking nonsense and to thoroughly investigate what happened at the villa first.
The old lady had no choice but to let Song Yue go back.
After the man left, the Duke of Jingguo was summoned again.
“This child is very intelligent, calm in the face of danger, brave and resourceful. If only we had kept him back then.” The old lady hesitated before continuing.
A legitimate daughter is a legitimate daughter; she has already shown her grace and charm at a young age.
In contrast, Song Yao only knows how to be jealous.
It is truly unworthy of being presented in a refined setting.
"The fire at the villa must be given a satisfactory explanation, otherwise, the Eighth Prince, the Prefect of the Capital, and countless people in the capital will all be able to break the Duke of Jingguo's spine." The Grand Madam regretted that she shouldn't have sent Song Yue away and ignored her in the first place.
If they had shown even a small favor, they wouldn't be unable to even play the emotional card now.
The Duke of Jingguo nodded.
Both of them knew perfectly well that this was most likely done by Yuan Fuling's people.
What's the point?
Isn't it all because Song Yao has taken a liking to the marriage with the Prince of Zhennan?
“She’s right. We must hurry before the Prefect of the Capital finds out and before the Emperor summons her,” the Dowager Lady reminded her.
The Eighth Prince has a good temper and didn't express his opinion on the spot, but that doesn't mean the Northern Chu Emperor will indulge them.
The Duke of Jingguo understood the implied meaning, and he said coldly, "So many years have passed, who knew the Emperor would still remember this? What a misfortune for our family!"
This humiliation was something the Duke of Jingguo could only confide in private.
The old lady was also angry: "What does it mean for the emperor to ascend the throne, implement martial arts, and recruit soldiers? It's almost as if he's announcing it to the whole world."
The Duke of Jingguo clenched his fists tightly, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
"As long as she lives, the Emperor will not give up," the Duke of Jingguo said in a deep voice.
He wished the person were dead.
The Dowager Lady took a deep breath and said, "The more willful and reckless he is, the more dissatisfied people become, especially the imperial relatives, the vassal kings, and the common people. As long as he is defeated in battle, his throne will definitely be unstable."
At that time, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion will have its day to rise.
Suddenly changing the subject, the old lady said in a deep voice, "Before that, we are essentially throwing eggs against rocks. We must remain calm."
Duke Jingguo took a deep breath: "I will remember what Mother said."
...
Gyokuhan-in
With red eyes, Yun Dong applied medicine to Song Yue's hand and whispered as she looked at the swollen handprint, "Miss, please don't get hurt again in the future."
Looking at Yun Dong's tears, Song Yue felt a warm glow in her heart. This was probably the only person in the entire Duke's mansion who truly cared for her.
She smiled slightly: "I remember your parents and brother all worked on the estate?"
Yun Dong nodded, not understanding why.
Song Yue knew that Yun Dong's older brother was very hardworking, well-educated, and had a photographic memory for numbers, making him a master of accounting. It was just a pity that he died of tuberculosis in his previous life.
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