It is indeed a good thing that her daughter has become more beautiful, but even the late emperor's famous favorite concubine could not compare to Qingqing's beauty. How could Song's mother not worry?
Recalling the examples of beautiful women in ancient history being branded as femme fatales, Song's mother became increasingly worried and couldn't sleep well at night. When she finally couldn't hold it in any longer, she told Song's father about her concerns, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Qingqing is incredibly beautiful now, but there are some potential problems. Old man, what do you think we should do with Qingqing in the future?"
In the darkness, Song's mother couldn't see Song's father's melancholy face, but he said firmly, "Madam, you're just worrying unnecessarily. Isn't Qingqing pretty enough? Besides, Qingqing stays at home every day, I support her, and she doesn't go out. What disaster could possibly happen to her?"
“Old man, you’re right.”
Qingqing stays at home all day and never sees outsiders, so how could she encounter any trouble?
Relieved, Song's mother relaxed and her belated drowsiness began to rise. She soon fell asleep, ignoring the complicated look in Song's father's eyes on the other side of the bed.
What Song's mother was worried about was exactly what he was worried about. These past few days, every time he saw his daughter, he felt anxious, afraid that he couldn't protect her.
Moreover, recalling the reports from his subordinates about the several servants who had secretly gone to Huilan Residence to spy on Qingyin, Song's father became increasingly worried.
The next day when Song Anhuai went to court, he had big dark circles under his eyes again.
The next morning, Qingyin clung to Song's mother's arm and pleaded, "Mother, Mother, please let me go out for a stroll. The doctor said I'm feeling much better now. Let's go to our own estate for a while, okay?"
Looking at Qingyin's stunning face, even Song's mother, who spent every day with her daughter, was still amazed. However, although she liked her daughter's coquettishness, Song's mother still managed to maintain her composure and said, "You've just recovered. What if you catch a chill and get sick again?"
"Mother, Mother, Niannian has never been out to play since she was born. Please let Niannian and I go out to play for a while. We'll just stay in the village."
As she spoke, Qingyin quietly (?) gave Nian Nian a look.
The clever little girl, Song Zhenbao, immediately understood what her dear mother meant. She quickly rushed to her grandmother's lap, staring at her mother with wide, pitiful eyes: "Grandmother, Niannian has never been outside."
Even the most hard-hearted woman would agree with this statement, let alone Song's mother, who had virtually no bottom line when it came to her beloved daughter and granddaughter.
"If you go, you must bring the family physician with you, and you can only stay on the estate to play," Song's mother said, feigning seriousness.
It's not that she's fierce; if she were any gentler, her most affectionate daughter would have taken advantage of her and climbed right onto her head.
Seeing Song's mother's deliberately serious expression, Qingyin couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Alright, Niannian, your maternal grandmother has agreed to let us go out to play, why don't you thank your grandmother?"
Song Zhenbao's face turned red, and she kissed her maternal grandmother. "Grandma is so good to Niannian and Mommy. Grandma is Niannian's favorite person. When Niannian grows up, she will buy Grandma pretty clothes and delicious food, and make Grandma live eight years longer."
“Oh my, my Niannian, you are really Grandma’s darling, and Grandma loves Niannian the most.”
Song's mother was all smiles as Song Zhenbao coaxed her, and Qingyin, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder the grandparents love their grandchildren so much."
Niannian is simply a powerful tool for manipulating Song's mother.
After telling Song's mother about her decision to go out, Qingyin also prepared to pack her things and take her daughter to the suburban estate the next day.
The Song family's estate was located in the suburbs of the capital, not too far from the city, but still some distance away, making it difficult to buy certain things. Fearing that her daughters might suffer, Song's mother decided to bring more things herself.
In total, they also acquired two carriages.
When Qingyin saw this, she couldn't help but rub her forehead. Was this a vacation or a move?
Song Yuebai and Song Fengqing somehow found out that Qingyin was taking her niece to a manor in the suburbs. The two of them grinned innocently, showing their big teeth, and asked Qingyin and Song's mother, "Mom, sister, Niannian, where are you going? Are you going to play?"
Song's mother and Qingyin: "..."
Song's mother rolled her eyes. "Don't you know where we're going? Why are you coming to my yard so punctually? Are you here to eat and drink?"
Song Fengqing's eyes darted around, remembering how his sister had been coaxing their mother these past few days, and how their mother would agree to anything he asked. So, he imitated his sister, widening his eyes and deliberately pulling on his mother's arm, shaking it, and saying in a high-pitched voice, "Oh, Mom, what if you run into an accident while you're out playing? My brother and I, two grown men, will keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe!"
Startled by his voice, Song's mother trembled. She ruthlessly slapped her youngest son's hand, "What are you doing! Why are you staring at me with those big eyes, Song Fengqing!"
Song Fengqing looked at her mother with a pitiful expression, "Mother, you don't scold me when my sister is like this."
Song's mother retorted sharply, "Do you think you're even one percent as pretty as your sister?"
Song Fengqing turned her head and glanced at her older sister standing beside her, who looked like a fairy. Feeling guilty, she lowered her head.
Song's mother glared at her dim-witted youngest son, then looked at her daughter and washed her eyes.
Seeing this, Song Yuebai slowly spoke up: "Mother, what my brother said is right. After all, you and I are women. It is still a bit dangerous for us to go to the farm alone. It is more reassuring to have us watching over us."
Looking at the calm older brother and the boisterous younger brother, even Qingyin couldn't help but feel that the difference between the two was too great.
I don't know if it was because when they were pregnant with twins, both of them focused all their attention on the older brother. The younger brother wasn't as smart, but he was good at martial arts.
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