Let her continue to sit awkwardly in the position of the Marquis's wife, unable to face anyone in the Marquis's mansion!
But when he heard that sentence, he didn't ask anything. The man's unhurried attitude made her turbulent emotions seem to hit cotton.
Perhaps he didn't want to know at all, or perhaps he knew everything in his heart.
Song Xizhi thought about it and felt that what Granny Wu said made a lot of sense. Perhaps he also wanted a divorce but was too embarrassed to bring it up, which is why he agreed so readily.
If he's caught in a dilemma, unsure how to let go of her feelings, then let her decide!
The more Song Xizhi thought about it, the more nameless anger welled up inside him.
Song Xizhi didn't want to think about it anymore, so she stood up from the soft couch. "Granny, don't think about it anymore. It was me who suggested it. Last night, my maternal grandparents' house inexplicably caught fire. Let's go take a look first."
Granny Wu sighed and held Song Xizhi's hand tightly, unwilling to let go: "Miss, this old servant can see the grievance in your heart, but why do you want to propose a divorce?"
Song Xizhi stood silently in place, thinking seriously for a moment.
She knew their identities were inappropriate, and she was upset by the man's repeated concealment, but the most important reason she brought up the question so hastily last night was probably to get the man's honesty.
He knew perfectly well what was going on, but he said nothing.
Song Xizhi was afraid. Having experienced everything in her past life, she was truly afraid now.
So, even though she had a thousand words in her heart, in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence: "Our identities are not suitable."
"Granny, you'll understand later."
After saying this, she walked straight out of the house, as if something was chasing her.
Granny Wu watched Song Xizhi's hurried figure; it had been a long time since she had seen her young mistress like this.
She sighed deeply, and finally hurriedly chased after him.
The two left the house one after the other and ran into Sanqi, who was returning in high spirits, as if he had encountered some great joy.
"Granny, where are you going?"
"The news of the young master's awakening has already spread. Where are you and your wife headed to deliver the good news?"
It's like bringing up a sore spot. Even Sanqi knows this, but if the Marquis hadn't mentioned it earlier, my daughter would probably still be in the dark.
Hearing this, Granny Wu's anger flared even more. She glared at Sanqi with cold eyes, gritted her teeth, and stamped her foot: "Go away! You can keep it to yourself and have your fun!"
Granny Wu hurried along until she and Song Xizhi got into the sedan chair and went out onto the street.
Sitting in the sedan chair, listening to the rumbling of the carriage over the bluestone slabs, with the cries of street vendors on both sides, Song Xizhi's mood calmed down somewhat.
Thinking that he was going to his maternal grandparents' house later, he couldn't let them see any emotion in him, so Song Xizhi took a few deep breaths.
But at that moment, he suddenly heard the voices of the people outside the sedan chair.
The voices of the people still carried a hint of amazement:
“The shelters in the capital have all closed down recently. Yesterday, my wife found a baby girl while washing clothes by the river. We have nowhere to send her. If we keep her, she won’t survive. We’re really worried about it.”
"But when I came here today, I found the shelter open again, and so many people were carrying things in! Is this shop being sold off?"
The old man's voice still sounded somewhat nervous.
The woman next to him laughed: "Old man, you're overthinking it. Madam Zeng encountered some difficulties before, and the reason she opened this shelter today is to expand the existing shelters in the capital. Not only will she expand the original area, but she will also build a new one!"
"You'd better hurry up and tell your wife to bring the baby girl over. Once she's in this shelter, she won't be treated like a rag, dying and being thrown away carelessly!"
Upon hearing this, the old man's joy was palpable: "Oh my! In that case, Madam Zeng is truly a living bodhisattva! She has saved so many girls' lives!"
"Quickly, quickly, I need to get my wife to bring that baby girl over right away!"
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi suddenly stopped the carriage.
She slowly lifted the curtain and looked outside. What she saw was a simply decorated detached house, occupying a large area, with a sign in front that read "Shelter".
At that moment, strong men were carrying basket after basket of things into the room. At first glance, the baskets contained mud, sand, and pieces of wood.
Song Xizhi asked the coachman outside, "What's going on with this shelter? Who runs it? I just heard a passerby say it's Madam Zeng's?"
The coachman nodded, a hint of admiration on his face: "It's Madam Zhao from the Zhao family, the family of Vice Minister Zhao!"
"Originally, there were three shelters in total. They were spacious and clean. Because people often found baby girls in the suburbs or along the river, the shelters were built on the outskirts of the capital."
"As long as a family finds a girl, they can bring her here directly. The facility provides food and teaches them needlework. They will raise the baby girl until she comes of age."
"It's probably to prevent people from sending their daughters here to save money, even if they have it. So once a girl enters this shelter, she can no longer go out to find her parents unless she turns fifteen."
The coachman said, his eyes sparkling, "I only knew that the lady behind this shelter was surnamed Zeng and that she was a living bodhisattva, but I didn't know her identity."
"Until that incident a few days ago, Madam Zhao went mad and almost fainted, and the shelter stopped receiving donations, saying it could no longer accept..."
The coachman was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered that the matter concerned his master. He glanced at Song Xizhi and then dared not continue.
However, Song Xizhi finally understood the matter: "So it was because of Hei Yin's death that everyone realized that this shelter was secretly run by Zeng Yaxian in the past."
"And starting today, Zeng Yaxian suddenly reopened the shelter, and even started expanding it, moving mud, sand and stones inside?"
As Song Xizhi spoke, he looked at the burly men who were filing into the shelter, each carrying a heavy basket on their back.
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