a long time,
Lord Song said, "Yue'er, do you have anything to say?"
He is thirty-nine years old this year, with a straight face, a tall and strong figure. At this moment, he is sitting upright on the armchair, and the aura of a superior comes to his face, which makes people feel pressured.
Xihe's eyes curved, "Daddy, what's wrong? What do you want Yue'er to say?"
Zhao Ming jumped out first and said anxiously, "Stop pretending. I heard everything you said to Aunt Mei tonight. You already knew you were the daughter of the Jiang family! You planned to recognize your cousin all along."
Xihe turned to look at him, surprised: "Cousin, what are you doing in the backyard in the middle of the night?"
Zhao Ming was stunned, stammering, speechless. Seeing the suspicious looks cast at him from everyone around him, he suddenly became anxious: "I was just taking a look around, I have absolutely no dirty thoughts. But you! Don't try to quibble! Aunt Mei has already explained everything. Fake Phoenix, real Phoenix, you are the fake Phoenix!"
"You clearly know your status, yet you're greedy and vain, occupying the position of cousin and enjoying the glory and wealth of the Song family."
"Jiang Yue, why are you so vicious? How much has my cousin suffered in the Jiang family? How much has he lost because of you over the past decade? If it weren't for you, he might have been the best disciple in the capital now!"
"My cousin is the future pillar of the Song family! You want to destroy the Song family!"
The last sentence was shouted so loudly that even Lord Song's face changed.
Zhao Ming clenched his hands tightly to prevent himself from shouting out in excitement. These were the most confident words he had ever said. After today, he would be the closest relative of the Song family and would have a bright future.
Xihe stared at him for a while, then looked at Lord Song: "I don't know."
Zhao Ming became anxious again: "You are talking nonsense..."
Master Song glanced over, and Zhao Ming's words got stuck in his throat. Master Song looked at Xihe: "Yue'er, according to Aunt Mei's confession, you know everything about this matter, and even warned her not to ruin the second son."
"I've taught you since childhood that 'without faith, there is no foundation.' Tell me honestly, how much do you know?"
Xi He pursed his lips and said nothing. Madam Song suddenly became agitated and rushed over, slapping Xi He in the face: "How can you be so cruel! How have I treated you since you were little? I have taken care of everything, including food, clothing, and daily expenses, and this is how you repay me?"
There was a sudden cry of surprise in the room, and everyone rushed forward to pull her away.
Madam Song leaned over Song Yu, hugged him tightly, and cried until she trembled: "It's my fault. I mistook a jackal for a kind person and caused you to suffer so much. Yu'er, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
Song Yu's eyes were red, but he still said: "Yue'er is still young, all this is not..."
"It's her fault!"
Mrs. Song screamed hysterically: "If she had told us the news about you as soon as possible and brought you back earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much. Yu'er, I'm so good to her."
Even though Aunt Mei is hateful, she has her reasons, and they have always been on opposite sides.
But what about this so-called daughter? She had pampered and raised her for over a decade, and this was how she repaid her? Could she bear to see her deceived, to see her own son suffer?
Mrs. Song felt that her daughter was too cruel.
The smile on Xihe's face gradually faded. This is what is called one mistake makes up for everything. Since bad people have always been bad, it is understandable and reasonable for them to do wrong things.
She suddenly lost the desire to quibble.
Originally, there was no evidence at all. As long as she cried a few times, the problem could be easily solved. Even staying and reconciling would not be a problem. But... since they think so without even investigating, then so be it.
Xihe raised his hand and touched his face, then said to Lord Song, "In that case, please send me back to Taomu Village."
The girl's cheeks were slightly red, her makeup was delicate, and her facial features were pretty, but her watery eyes were cold and she was not moved at all by the crying in the room. Just one slap created a rift between her and the Song family.
Mr. Song's face was full of disappointment: "Yue'er, you disappoint me so much."
Xihe curled the corners of his mouth, said nothing, turned and walked to the door, lifted the curtain and stepped into the falling snow.
The wind and snow blew in through the cracks, making people shiver with cold.
Madam Song stared blankly at the door for a long while before she burst into tears. "She's truly heartless. Once things fell apart, she went straight to her family without even looking back. She doesn't feel sorry at all."
He pounded his chest and almost fainted from crying.
There was another panic in the house, but everyone was also stunned. They really didn't expect that the usually docile daughter would change her appearance in an instant and leave without saying anything.
Song Yu quickly looked at Lord Song: "Sir..."
It was pitch dark and snowing. What if something happened to Song Yue, such a delicate girl? She was extremely anxious for a moment.
Lord Song waved his hand, signaling the butler to quickly chase the person back.
However, when the housekeeper chased her to the door, he found that she had already left the Song Mansion. The housekeeper was shocked and angry: "The eldest lady is a girl, why didn't you stop her?"
The servant felt very aggrieved: "We tried to stop him, but the eldest master said he was watching..."
The housekeeper glared at him, "What young master? Isn't the young master staying at home? You better come up with a valid excuse."
The servant quickly said, "It's the master's son, Song Mo."
housekeeper:"……"
On the quiet street, a carriage was wobbling as it drove out of the city. The driver was wearing leather armor and had thick calluses on his hands holding the whip. The candlelight inside the carriage was dim and extremely warm.
Xihe sat in a corner of the carriage, glancing diagonally across from him from time to time with a strange look in his eyes.
The man was wearing a moon-white cloak with a purple-gold lining. He was holding a scroll in one hand and a folding fan in the other, and he was waving it. He also had a heater in his arms... So, was it cold or hot?
"Is it beautiful?"
The sound is like a trickling spring.
Xihe was stunned: "Huh?"
Song Mo put down the book, raised his cup to drink tea, and put it down: "I say, you keep staring at me, is it beautiful?"
Xihe: “…”
I couldn't help but take a closer look at her. She had handsome eyebrows and eyes, lips as red as roses, and she was leaning against the car wall, one leg bent, with a relaxed and comfortable posture... She was indeed good-looking.
Xihe avoided the question and asked him, "It's getting late, what are you doing outside the city?"
Song Mo asked back: "What are you going to do?"
Xihe was speechless. Why did this person speak in such a tone? She simply slumped her shoulders and confessed that she was no longer Miss Song. Finally, she said, "I don't want to bother you, sir, to take me to Taomu Village. Just drop me off at the intersection outside the city."
The wheels of the car rolled on the ground and the north wind howled outside the window.
Song Mo stopped fanning himself and asked, "And then what? Letting a little girl walk alone in the snow? Getting carried away by a wolf, or being attacked by a villain?"
"You've planned everything, why don't you find a place to stay?"
Xi He was stunned: "Master, what are you talking about? What's your plan?"
Song Mo: "Isn't everything today exactly what you wanted?"
Xihe: “…”
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