Xihe stopped, looked her up and down, and said, "Aunt Mei? It's so late, why are you here instead of resting in the courtyard? It's the coldest time of winter, don't catch a cold."
Aunt Mei continued, "Miss, I have something to tell you."
Xihe pursed her lips and said nothing. The maid immediately became anxious and took two steps forward to Aunt Mei: "Aunt Mei, it's cold and late at night. If you have anything to say, why not say it tomorrow? My young lady is in delicate health and needs to go back to rest."
"Delicate?"
With a sneer, Aunt Mei looked at Xihe with a smile: "My dear, it's still early now, and there's still time for everything. But if you insist on not talking to me, and you end up in trouble in the future, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
The woman's long black hair was loosely tied on top of her head, secured only with a wooden hairpin.
Beneath her thin willow-shaped eyebrows, a pair of eyes held a fear and uneasiness that she herself hadn't noticed. Xihe suddenly smiled, waved her hand to let the maidservant, whose face had changed drastically, leave, and said in a smiling voice, "Aunt Mei, how is my second brother these days?"
Aunt Mei's expression changed instantly: "You!"
Xihe shook his sleeves, his distinct outlines reflected in the dim light. "Dad has always been very caring towards my second brother, hoping that he would pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family. Now that my eldest brother is back and he's the pillar of support for the second branch, my second brother's studies can't be neglected, right?"
"Zichang's career cannot be achieved by relying on one person. My second brother is pure and kind..."
He raised his head, his gaze fell directly into her frightened eyes, and said meaningfully: "Auntie, please don't destroy him."
Aunt Mei's whole body stiffened instantly, her pupils widened, and she looked at her in disbelief.
Xihe curled her lips, glanced at the shadows swaying in the rockery, and stepped forward. Several maids immediately followed behind her: "As for what will happen to me in the future? There is no need for you to worry about it. Whether I live in wealth and glory or poverty and destitution, that is my own business."
The girl's graceful figure soon disappeared at the end of the path, and snow began to fall again.
Snowflakes drifted down from the dark dome, landing on the bamboo leaves, the stone roads, and the frozen lake beside the rockery. The entire Song Mansion was gradually covered with snowflakes, and the capital city was instantly shrouded in white.
Aunt Mei stood there stiffly, her hair and clothes covered with snowflakes.
There was a rumbling sound in her head, as if thunder had struck her head. There was only one thought in her mind: how did she know!
Wang Po and the midwife were both dead, and even the maids were sent to a remote barbaric land with silver, and they would never come back in this life.
Young lady, how did she know? And why wasn't she afraid?
The noble lady from a wealthy family and the peasant girl who had to eat coarse grains and vegetables, even a fool would know how to choose, how dare she!
At this time, Zhao Ming, who was squatting in the rockery, was even more shocked. His brain was shattered. He was not a fool. He had been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics since he was a child. He could barely be called a genius. Connecting the previous and the following sentences, a line gradually became clear.
The newly recognized cousin is indeed the real legitimate son.
But the eldest girl who has enjoyed the wealth of the Song family for more than ten years may not be the legitimate daughter. Perhaps, she is the real granddaughter of the Jiang family!
Stealing a dragon and switching a phoenix!
Zhao Ming covered his mouth tightly, shocked and scared. How dare Aunt Mei!
At this time, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside. Zhao Ming quickly stuck his head out and saw Aunt Mei picking up her skirt and running away, her footsteps messy in the snow.
What should I do? What should I do? Should I tell you or not?
After thinking for a while, Zhao Ming decided to speak!
The secret is there. Since the young lady dares to say it and lets Lord Song investigate it openly, it means that she is not afraid of being discovered or is prepared for it to be discovered - a secret that will be discovered sooner or later.
Miss Song's identity is no longer valuable. In this case, why not let him take advantage of it?
If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. After Zhao Ming thought it over, he immediately ran out. He deliberately made noise and was soon discovered by the night patrol servant who quickly caught him. He wondered why this young master came to the backyard again?
Before he could even utter a word of questioning, the young master said with a pale face, "Looking for my uncle, I have something important to report!"
The servants looked at each other, and seeing that he looked frightened and didn't seem to be faking it, they quickly helped him to the study.
Lord Song, who had just fallen asleep and was hastily woken up again, said: "..."
He had a dark face, but Madam Song was understanding. She stood up and put a cloak on him. "Maybe something happened. Go and take a look first."
Lord Song said "hmm" with a cold face, and walked out with a flick of his sleeves.
It took less than half an incense stick of time to get from the inner courtyard to the study. Before entering the study, Lord Song was still wondering what tricks Zhao Ming had been up to. However, not long after entering, the sound of a teacup falling to the ground could be heard from inside the room, and then the entire Song Mansion became noisy.
Xiyuan,
The maid Chuntao complained as she dressed Xihe: "Really? It's so late, and the master still wants to call you over. What can't be said tomorrow? Hey, Miss, put on your cloak."
Xihe obediently retracted his arms, and immediately a fox cloak fell from his shoulders.
The snow outside the window was falling faster and faster, but the house was warm as spring. There were several heaters in the corner of the room, and the silver charcoal mixed with the warm fragrance filled the air. Xihe sat upright in front of the mirror, and the maid helped her put on her shoes and socks, and supported her as she walked out the door - into the sedan chair.
A cold wind blew, and she was protected tightly.
The shoes made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the snow. The sedan chair was lifted very steadily and the people inside could not feel any shaking.
"Miss, we have arrived at the main courtyard."
"Um."
Chuntao lifted the door curtain and helped Xihe get out of the sedan chair.
Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, the entire main courtyard was brightly lit, a servant stood upright by the door, several people were kneeling in the yard, faint sobbing sounds came from the hall, and there was a solemn atmosphere as if a storm was about to come.
Chuntao was a little uneasy: "Miss..."
Xihe hummed and slowly let go of her hand: "Take Dingxiang and the others back to the courtyard. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight."
Chuntao was startled, but before she could say anything, she saw her young lady, holding the stove, walking towards the hall at a leisurely pace. The gatekeeper lifted the curtain, and the young girl nodded to the gatekeeper, her slender figure disappearing behind the curtain...
The Chief Censor was an honest official who revered Confucius and respected Changsong.
As Xihe walked into the hall, he saw the elegant saint on the wall and the pines and cypresses on both sides. The ancient cypresses were vigorous and symbolized the unyielding character of perseverance. In fact, Lord Song also accepted money, but not so excessively.
Accepting gifts is an unwritten rule in the court. If you don't accept them, it means you are not sociable.
People who are not sociable are born rebellious and cannot coexist with others. If you want to live peacefully in the court for a long time, you must understand this etiquette. Lord Song has risen from a sixth-rank official to the Chief Censor. Obviously, he is not the kind of person who does not know how to adapt.
The girl was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a stunning appearance. She stood gracefully in the hall.
Madam Song covered her mouth tightly with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. Song Yu was looking at Xi He with a complicated expression. On the ground, Aunt Mei was kneeling quietly in plain clothes...
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