The morning light was dim, the snow stopped, and the sun came out.
The gates of the capital city opened, and every household began to get up and sweep the snow in front of their doors. Birds chirped on the branches, and the streets and alleys gradually became lively again.
In the main courtyard of the Song Mansion, a young man was sitting on the ground holding his mother.
After a night, the blood on the pillar had solidified into a dark red stain. The ground was cold and a cold wind blew in from the window.
Lord Song closed his eyes and said, "Now that things have come to this, let's just leave it at that."
In order to save her son, Aunt Mei chose to hit her head against the pillar and took the blame. There was no point in pursuing the matter further.
Song Yu pursed his lips and said nothing. The housekeeper glanced at him, but seeing that his face was expressionless, he could not tell what he meant. He could only walk over to Song Rui and whisper, "Second Young Master, let us carry Concubine Mei away."
Song Rui slapped his hand away: "Don't touch my aunt!"
The boy looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a fair complexion and a pair of round eyes. At this moment, his eye sockets were red and his lower lip had been bitten.
The butler was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to do.
Song Rui lowered his head and carefully brushed the hair away from Aunt Mei's face with his hands, saying, "Aunt, your son will take you back."
He helped Aunt Mei to get up with difficulty. After a night, Aunt Mei's body had become cold, her face was blue and purple, and she felt extremely heavy. Song Rui almost fell to the ground. The housekeeper wanted to help but was coldly rejected by him. He carried the person on his back and staggered out of the main courtyard step by step.
He already knew what Aunt Mei had done, but she was his biological mother.
Anyone could hate her and dislike her, except him.
Later, the other two households of the Song family knew about the affairs of the second house. They were shocked for a while. They did not expect that it was a concubine who did it. When they saw the concubine in their own house, they could not help but become alert.
Song Qiao asked his second brother what he planned to do with the child.
Overnight, Lord Song aged considerably: "Send him to Hengshan Academy. The child is innocent, we can't really ruin him too."
Song Qiao nodded: "That's fine."
Hengshan Academy is far away from the capital, and the learning atmosphere in the academy is strong. Lord Song's move is also to separate the illegitimate son and the legitimate son to prevent the two from having grudges and killing each other.
Song Qiao thought for a moment and then asked, "What about Yue'er?"
Lord Song leaned back in his chair and said, "There are so many things going on at home right now. Let her stay at Mo'er's for a few days. Once everything is settled, we can bring her back."
After all, I have raised it for so many years and I still have feelings for it.
As a concubine, Aunt Mei committed such a crime. Even though Song Rui begged her desperately, she was only given a thin coffin and buried in a desolate mountain outside the city.
In the mansion, Madam Song lay listlessly on the bed: "Could it be that I am still wrong?"
The nanny carefully wiped the sweat off her head and said repeatedly, "How could that be? Young lady, you are too kind. You gave that boy a chance to live. Look at the one in the Marquis' Mansion? Not to mention the illegitimate son, he didn't even keep a single illegitimate daughter."
"They say they sent him to the countryside, but no one knows what happened to him."
In the Dongbo Marquis's mansion, it was also a case of a concubine attacking the direct line of descent. The mistress was not one to be soft-hearted, and she directly killed the concubine's entire family, not even sparing the marquis's children.
The nanny touched Mrs. Song's hair with pity: "Miss, you are right."
Madam Song buried her face in her palms, tears streaming down her face: "After all these years, you are the only one who still treats me like a girl."
For several days in the mansion, everyone felt insecure.
Aunt Mei's story was indeed not pleasant. Except for a few masters, they were only given a perfunctory answer of "sudden illness" and were ordered to stay in the yard and not to ask questions without permission.
Everyone: “…”
The eldest lady is missing, and the second young master rarely goes out. I'm afraid that things are going to change in this mansion. I'm suddenly trembling with fear and just do my own thing for fear of being implicated.
Mrs. Song was ill for a few days, and after she recovered, she began to arrange for her son to be included in the family tree.
What a big deal it was to have a legitimate son included in the family tree! Madam Song didn't dare slack off for a moment and poured all her energy into it. And as for how to deal with the legitimate daughter, Song Yue...
Madam Song looked at Lord Song: "I only have one legitimate son!"
Lord Song suddenly felt tired. In fact, they had discussed this matter many times. He thought that after raising her for so many years, she would definitely be reluctant to let her go. However, no matter what he said, Mrs. Song maintained the same attitude.
Madam Song sat upright and solemnly said, "She can stay in the mansion, but only as an adopted daughter. Forget about becoming a legitimate daughter!"
Lord Song wiped his face and gave up: "It's up to you."
He was an upright official who never did anything that would put him at a disadvantage. How great would it be to marry a beautiful young lady, bought with real money? But the woman refused to listen no matter what he said.
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On the eve of being included in the family tree, Song Yu returned to Taomu Village.
A fast horse was running on a flat road. There were dense forests on both sides with some snow still remaining. A small village could be vaguely seen behind the forest, with curling smoke and the sound of dogs barking.
Song Yu's eyes lit up slightly, and he patted the horse's butt: "Gee!"
The horse's hooves clattered as it passed through a shallow puddle. It soon rushed to the village and stopped in front of a mud house at the end of the village. He dismounted and pushed the door open, "Grandpa!"
There are three earthen houses, a well on the east side, and a bare plum tree in the corner.
There was a rattan chair under the windowsill, and sitting on it was an old man with white hair and chicken skin, wearing a dusty coat. He looked up at the sound and said in surprise: "Big boy, you're back!"
Song Yu walked over with a smile: "Master, I'm back."
Old Master Jiang held his hand, looked him up and down, and was relieved to see that he was fine. Then he began to ask how the Song family treated him, whether they bullied him, etc.
Song Yu was not impatient at all and answered them patiently one by one.
After asking these questions, he looked around and saw no one: "Grandpa, where is Yue'er?"
Upon hearing this, the cheerful Mr. Jiang's face suddenly fell, his brows furrowed, and he said dissatisfiedly, "What else can she do besides sleeping? She doesn't even cook or sweep the floor all day. If I say one word, she can say ten."
He began to complain to Song Yu.
Specifically, it complained about Xihe's laziness and backtalk: "The little mouth chatters louder than a pig in a pigsty."
Song Yu was at a loss for words: "Don't be angry, she has been spoiled since she was a child, how could she have done such a thing? If you need anything in the future, just tell me and I will do it."
"How can this be? How can you do it? She has to do it."
Old Master Jiang slapped his thigh, his mustache twitching in anger. "Doesn't she even consider her current status? She's only been lucky enough to enjoy a few years of prosperity thanks to you, but we have to be down-to-earth, right? We should do what's appropriate for our status. How will she get married in the future if she continues to behave like this?"
"Just take care of yourself. I don't need you to worry about your old arms and legs."
Xihe opened the door curtain and walked out of the room. Seeing Song Yu, he nodded and said, "Second brother is here?"
Old Master Jiang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at Xihe. He pointed at Xihe and said, "Look, look, this is her behavior! She has no respect for me, an old man, at all!"
Song Yu was helpless for a moment and didn't know who to talk to.
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