"Do you know that the Duke of Jingguo's mansion is preparing for your funeral?"
Song Yue was surprised.
"I visited the other residence. Those people used an old nanny's body to impersonate you and buried her in your name. Also, there's a huge commotion outside saying that you've already..."
Zhao Zhiyan cleared his throat. Some of the vulgar things were really hard to say in front of the young girl. Song Yue's face was tense, so she naturally knew what was coming next.
"Thank you for the reminder, Eighth Imperial Uncle. I know what I'm doing."
Seeing her confident demeanor, Zhao Zhiyan knew that he didn't need to help; the young girl had her own methods.
Since there's no need to go to the Southern Frontier, Song Yue's next step is definitely to return to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion. Everything that belongs to her and her mother cannot be missing!
The next day
A carriage was parked at the entrance of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, inside which was a black coffin, and someone was holding a summoning flag in front of it.
People passing by on the street curiously gathered around to take a look.
Who died?
"It seems to be a girl raised outside the Jingguo Duke's mansion, and she seems to be the eldest daughter of the main branch."
Several elders from the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, dressed in plain clothes, stepped forward to greet them, some of them weeping bitterly.
Someone was quietly wiping away tears.
How do people die?
"I heard that robbers broke into the villa, violated the eldest daughter, and set it on fire before leaving. By the time the people from the Duke of Jingguo's mansion arrived, it was already a ruin."
"So tragic..."
"How can someone like that be fit to handle a funeral in the Duke's mansion? Doesn't he feel bad about bringing bad luck?"
The crowd was buzzing with discussion.
Yuan Fuling smiled smugly. Everyone in the entire courtyard was dead, and no one knew about the abuse of Song Yue by the Duke of Jingguo's mansion.
Even if Song Yue returns in the future, she will be a fool who won't tell anyone.
With the little fool dead, the marriage arranged by the Prince of Zhennan's mansion will be Yao'er's.
Thinking this, Yuan Fuling couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
"My lord!"
A sharp shout came from the crowd from the Prefect of the Capital, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Duke Jingguo looked toward the source of the sound.
The Prefect of the Capital, panting heavily, pointed at the coffin: "This must be a mistake. Your daughter is not dead yet."
After he finished speaking, the Duke of Jingguo's expression changed slightly: "My lord, I know you mean well, but the person is indeed dead, there is no mistake."
“Yes, the villa was attacked and no one survived. Yue’er did indeed die in the fire,” Yuan Fuling echoed.
Seeing that he couldn't explain himself, the Prefect of the Capital quickly moved aside, revealing Song Yue behind him.
Song Yue raised her head, revealing a delicate face the size of a palm. Based on this face alone, the Duke of Jingguo was certain that this was Song Yue.
Because this face bears a striking resemblance to Princess Jia Hua.
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