Zhao Qianlan's sudden reaction surprised Song Ruoan, who was quite puzzled.
She tilted her head, looking at Zhao Qianlan's slightly agitated face with surprise: "Mother? Why?"
Zhao Qianlan snapped out of her daze, felt Song Ruoan's gaze, opened her mouth, and only said, "Mother has been married off for so many years, who in the Zhao family is still willing to listen to me?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan scrambled off the bed and knelt before Zhao Qianlan without hesitation: "Mother, I am your only daughter. I am still so young, and I have only been married for a few months. I cannot be divorced!"
She felt the coolness on her knees, and the wound on her back throbbed faintly. Stubbornly, Song Ruoan raised her head, letting tears stream down her face.
"If you don't help me, He Yunze will divorce me, and my life will be over!"
Zhao Qianlan looked at her beloved daughter kneeling so pitifully before her, and her heart ached terribly. She quickly bent down and took Song Ruoan's hand.
Then her voice continued: "Go and beg your maternal grandmother, that is, the First Madam, to see if anyone in the Zhao family can help He Yunce."
When Zhao Qianlan heard Song Ruoan's naive words, she wanted to sigh: The so-called First Madam is just an old woman from a collateral branch of the Zhao family. What use can she be?
She thought for a moment, then looked at Song Ruoan seriously: "Is He Yunce that important to you?"
Song Ruoan nodded; this was her only way out: "Actually, my husband is quite capable; he came up with all the policies for the court. But I lied to him and put him in this situation, so I was also at fault."
She looked up and gazed sincerely at Zhao Qianlan's face: "Mother, I have made up my mind. As long as I stop deceiving Yun Ce in the future and we work together as husband and wife, our lives will improve, and we can take care of the Song family in their old age."
Song Ruoan had always known what Zhao Qianlan's inner demons had been for years: "If the Song family could turn the tide and save the dynasty from collapse, saving her husband when everyone else valued him the least..."
"Then when I have sons in the future, one of them can also take the surname Song. Our Song family will live a happy and fulfilling life, and Father will not have to worry that all his assets will end up in the hands of the second branch of the family."
Zhao Qianlan was completely moved by Song Ruoan's words, and she wiped away the tears from her eyes:
"Your mother has not given birth to a son all these years, it's because your mother is useless. Actually, your father is a good person. If he could do as you say in the future, then your father would not need to take a concubine."
Upon hearing Zhao Qianlan's reply, Song Ruoan's eyes lit up: "Mother, does that mean you agree?"
Zhao Qianlan helped Song Ruoan up and sat her on the bed. She tenderly tucked the blanket around her again and then nodded.
"I will do what I say. If the Song family can use all its resources to help He Yunce get back on his feet, then Ruo'an, you will no longer have to suffer."
Upon hearing this, the old nanny beside Zhao Qianlan suddenly turned to look at Zhao Qianlan, the mistress she had served for most of her life, and her expression changed slightly.
Song Ruoan was very happy, feeling that the pain in her body had lessened a bit. She asked excitedly, "Mother, how confident are you?"
Looking at Song Ruoan's delighted expression, Zhao Qianlan also slightly curled the corners of her mouth.
She then lowered her eyes, as if she had made up her mind: "Just you wait."
After the mother and daughter chatted for a while, and seeing that Song Ruoan's spirits had improved considerably, Zhao Qianlan felt relieved and said she wanted to return to the Song residence.
As soon as the two stepped out of the Marquis's mansion, the old nanny beside them couldn't help but ask nervously, "Miss, what do you mean by this?"
"What exactly do you want?"
Zhao Qianlan suddenly stopped in her tracks, her voice low and her expression grim: "Ruo'an is my only daughter. In her current condition, if I don't agree, wouldn't that be killing her?"
After she finished speaking, she continued to ramble on: "The second branch has a son, but our first branch does not. Juncai spent his whole life climbing to such a high position. If he doesn't have a son, the Song family's business will all belong to others in the future."
The old woman's eyes widened, her expression one of horror: "But no matter what, you can't agree to this!"
"You spent half your life getting rid of him, and were able to live a peaceful life with the master. The master has been so good to you!"
"You're going to beg him for the sake of the young lady? This time it won't be so easy to get rid of you. If you make a mistake and people find out, you'll be doomed!"
This old woman was Zhao Qianlan's personal maid who had served her since childhood. She accompanied Zhao Qianlan to her wedding and was her confidante.
She knew everything about Zhao Qianlan.
As Zhao Qianlan listened to the old woman's advice, she recalled the past and gave a bitter smile: "I am old and my beauty has faded. He is in a high position and has great power. Whether he can take into account our past relationship and help me is still unknown."
"For Ruo'an's sake, I have to try. I can't let that bastard trample her underfoot."
The old woman still tried to persuade her, "Young Miss's situation isn't that bad. The master treats you well, so please don't do anything wrong!"
Zhao Qianlan shook her head: "I'm just going to beg him to consider our past relationship. There won't be anything else, so don't worry, Granny."
“I know Juncai is good to me. Now that my family is at peace, the only thing I worry about is Ruoan. Now that they are of one mind, I will have no regrets when my son-in-law becomes successful.”
As the two were talking, Zhao Qianlan saw that they had reached the carriage, so she bent down, took the medicine, and got into the carriage first.
The old woman sighed, shook her head, and said nothing more.
By the time Zhao Qianlan returned to the Song residence, it was already evening.
In winter, it gets dark quickly; by the time it's time for dinner, it's already completely dark.
It was dark, but the mansion was empty. Zhao Qianlan waited at the table for a long time, but Song Juncai did not return from his official duties.
Thinking of Song Ruoan's miserable appearance during the day, she couldn't help but shed tears.
After Zhao Qianlan finished her meal alone in a cold and quiet manner, she took a bath, changed her clothes, and went to bed.
Watching the candle flame slowly burn out, Zhao Qianlan was almost falling asleep, but Song Juncai still didn't appear.
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