“Grandmother!” Song Yue smiled sweetly at the Grand Madam. “I want to live in Mother’s Moonflower Courtyard.”
"No!" Song Yao hurriedly refused: "That's my mother's courtyard. Your courtyard has been arranged in Yuhan Courtyard."
Ignoring Song Yao, Song Yue stared intently at the Grand Madam.
"Song Yue, don't push your luck and cause chaos in the house!" Song Hengchuan threatened through gritted teeth.
Song Yue looked at Song Hengchuan with a wronged expression: "Big brother, I have never seen my mother since I was born. I have finally come back and want to live in the courtyard where my mother used to live, to bask in her presence. Is that wrong?"
Song Hengchuan choked up, his face somewhat embarrassed. He turned to look at the disappointment on Yuan Fuling's face and quickly said, "My mother's belongings are still here. I'll have someone pack them up and send them to Yuhan Courtyard later."
"Relics?" Song Yue raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Song Hengchuan was still unaware of the truth.
What an idiot!
She was a thief who acted as her mother, and she was completely fooled without even realizing it.
The old lady had a feeling that Song Yue must know something, so she quickly tried to smooth things over: "You can stay at Yuhan Courtyard for now. If you're not used to it, you can move later."
Song Yue knew she couldn't move in today. Since she was already back, there was no need to rush things. As for Yuehua Pavilion, she was determined to have Yuan Fuling vacate it herself.
“Okay, I’ll listen to Grandmother.” Song Yue nodded obediently, as if the arrogant and domineering girl from just now wasn’t her.
Before leaving, she glanced at Yuan Fuling.
The other party simply stopped pretending and looked back at him with a pair of malicious eyes.
Song Yue smiled and went to Yuhan Courtyard led by her maid.
Yuhan Courtyard isn't bad, it's just that the location is rather remote. The courtyard is very clean, and the layout is exactly the same as in my previous life.
It looks magnificent, but the whole house is actually full of fakes!
In her past life, she was tormented by Wang Guihua, became illiterate, and had a poor mind, so she couldn't tell the difference between good and bad things.
It wasn't until he recovered from his illness and was personally taught by the Grand Tutor of the Northern Chu Emperor for over a year, which allowed him to catch up on a lot of knowledge, that he learned to distinguish between good and bad things.
"Third Miss, this is a top-quality cashmere blanket. Why did you step on it directly?"
A gasp interrupted her thoughts.
Song Yue recognized the person as Zhang Mama.
One of Yuan Fuling's capable nannies.
Granny Zhang was staring at Song Yue with disdain, her heartache for the cashmere blanket on the ground was palpable.
Song Yue lowered her eyes and looked at the faint footprints on the cashmere blanket. She lifted her foot, and the marks quickly disappeared. It was just a blanket; why make such a fuss?
"Third Miss may never have used such a precious blanket before. This blanket is for looking at, not for stepping on. Even if you want to step on it, you must take off your shoes and socks," Zhang Mama explained in a serious tone.
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