For several consecutive days, Song Yu traveled back and forth between the Song Mansion and Taomu Village until the day he was included in the family tree, when he rested in the mansion. The next morning, he dressed neatly and went to the ancestral temple with the help of maids and servants.
A ray of morning sun was rising in the sky, and the Song family temple was already full of people.
Men, women, young and old, all had solemn expressions on their faces, especially the elders, who were looking straight ahead, sitting upright, their hair combed neatly, and their clothes without a single wrinkle.
As soon as Song Yu entered the hospital, many people turned to look at him.
It was the first time for most of them to see the legitimate son of the second house. He was dressed in black, looked dignified, and had bright eyes. When he entered the courtyard, he first bowed to his father, and then greeted all the elders one by one.
Third Uncle frowned, "Wenchang, have you investigated thoroughly? Is that girl definitely not your child?"
Lord Song leaned forward and said respectfully, "Don't worry, Third Uncle. We have indeed thoroughly investigated. Ziyu is my wife and I's child, and that child is the child of that farmer. I will have to trouble you later."
Third Uncle waved his hand: "What's the point of saying hard work or not?"
"But back then, the second branch of the family had no legitimate son, and your wife was so desperate that she even resorted to dragging her brothers from her natal family into the family tree, causing a huge uproar. Now it's been discovered that everything was a mistake. They want to cross out the girl's name and write Song Yu's name instead..."
Looking at Lord Song, his eyes were stern: "Everything can be done once or twice, but not three times. If it happens again, not only me, but the entire clan will not agree. You must think it through."
Lord Song nodded cautiously: "Third Uncle, Zichang has thought it through."
Third Uncle stared at him for a long while, then turned to look at Song Yu, who was standing at his side, and stood up, waving his sleeves. "Well, the time has come, let's begin."
Open a family temple, burn incense, and ask for a family tree.
Witnessed by several clan elders, Third Uncle took out a brush, lightly crossed out Song Yue's name, and then solemnly wrote the words "Song Yu" next to it.
The third uncle smiled and said, "Zi Yu, please come forward and kowtow to our ancestors."
Song Yu stepped forward and knelt on the cushion, kowtowed three times respectfully towards the rows of tablets. The wind blew, and the flags fluttered. From then on, Jiang Yu was renamed Song Yu, and his identity as the second legitimate son of the Song family was restored.
The family is prosperous, both parents are alive, brothers are friendly and respectful, and the future is bright.
After the ceremony, everyone came out of the ancestral temple. Song Yu followed behind his father. As soon as he stepped out of the door, Mrs. Song rushed up and hugged him tightly, saying, "My son, my son," and cried with joy.
Song Yu raised his hand, patted Madam Song on the back, and said, "Mother."
Mrs. Song raised her head and stared at him blankly, tears welling in her eyes. Song Yu was moved and called out "Mother" again. Mrs. Song nodded hurriedly: "Hey! Mother's child!"
The Song family held a family banquet and invited all relatives and friends to officially reveal Song Yu's identity as the second son of the Song family.
Song Yu hesitated: "Dad, Yue'er..."
Lord Song patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your mother has already sent someone to invite her. And there's also Old Master Jiang. He has raised you for so many years, and your father must thank him very much."
Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Thank you, father."
Lord Song laughed out loud and took him to meet the officials in the capital. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the lords drank and chatted. Song Yu had a good appearance and good conversation, and won a lot of praise.
There was laughter and joy in the front yard, and the backyard was also very lively with ducks and swallows.
Mrs. Song was the protagonist of the night. She was surrounded by all the ladies and young ladies, and the smile on her face never stopped. The ladies knew that she was happy today and were happy to praise her.
At the same time, Mrs. Song was also observing the young ladies from various families quietly.
Seeing that my son is going to get married in a few years, the preparations for engagement and wedding ceremonies will take at least two or three years. If it is not done soon, all the good girls will be picked up by then.
Mrs. Song finally felt a sense of urgency.
She scanned the courtyard. That girl drinking... No, she's too fat. Her son, with such a handsome face, couldn't afford to let him down. That girl with her hand covering her lips and laughing sweetly was okay, but... her father was Lord Liu, wasn't he? No, no, dealing with the dead every day was unlucky.
Mrs. Song looked around and found that none of them satisfied her.
The only one she liked was a dignified and elegant girl, a perfect match for a wealthy wife. Unfortunately, she had already been engaged a month ago… Thinking of this, Mrs. Song suddenly became dissatisfied with Xihe again. If she had told her whereabouts of Ziyu earlier, maybe that good daughter-in-law would have been hers! She couldn't help but glare at her.
Xihe, who was concentrating on eating, said: "..."
Originally, she didn't want to come to this family banquet. After all, she didn't want to have anything to do with the Song family anymore. But Song Yu's servant specially delivered a letter written by Song Yu himself, asking her to accompany the old man together, and the words were sincere.
Thinking about how he had taken advantage of Song Yu so many times these days, he felt embarrassed, so he followed the old man on this trip.
However, male guests are in the front yard and female guests are in the back yard.
As soon as they arrived, the old man politely invited them to the front yard. She was taken to the back yard by a maid and placed in a room. She didn't see anyone until the banquet started and she was called out.
As a result, she was enjoying her meal here, but Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at her again.
Xihe: “…”
Suddenly I felt that the food in front of me was no longer delicious.
Xihe let go of her chopsticks and sat in a corner, surrounded by several daughters of minor officials. They were poorly dressed and timid. They didn't dare to pick up their chopsticks when eating. They sat in their seats with their heads down and didn't say much.
He glanced at the smiling young ladies from various families near the main table, and then compared them with the silence at the table.
Xihe stood up and quietly left his seat.
The moon was bright but the stars were sparse, and the weather was still a little chilly. The lanterns in the corridor swayed gently, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the lakeside.
Xihe stood by the lake and could hear the sound of stringed instruments in the distance.
Buzz——
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Suddenly, the sound of a piano came from the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the tone was clear and melodious.
Xihe was stunned for a moment, wondering who would be so pretentious in such a cold weather. She paused, then, believing less trouble is more, decided to leave quickly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, someone called me to stop.
"Second Miss."
He was dressed in black and had a long sword on his waist.
Xihe looked at the dark-faced servant, then at the dark pavilion in the center of the lake, wondering, "Is that the eldest young master inside?"
The black-clothed servant nodded: "My master invites you over."
As Xihe sat in the dark pavilion in the middle of the lake, a cup of hot tea in hand, the tinkling of a zither in her ears, she couldn't quite wrap her head around why she'd made this trip. Wouldn't it be nice to give her ears some comfort?
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
One sound after another, finally, Xihe couldn't bear it anymore.
She put down the cup and looked at the blurry face opposite: "Young Master, can you change the song?" Ding Ding Dong Dong, is this the only song you know?
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