Chapter 412: Aunt Zheng's Difficulties
"Speaking of this, this servant is still angry. Madam is kind-hearted, so I found a reason to ask her not to come, but she is so kind that she went out and ruined Madam's reputation, saying that Madam is fine and then drove people away."
Song Ci said indifferently: "Forget it, why bother with her."
Wanxiang snorted, "If it were me, I would give her a couple of slaps. The lady treats him well, yet she still talks behind his back."
"If everyone cares about it, how can we live like this? Besides, Nanny Qin is not important."
"Madam is right." Wanxiang nodded.
The matter of Nanny Qin was forgotten for a while, but just because of this forgetfulness, a big mess almost occurred.
"Duke Zheng's Mansion sent us an invitation, inviting us to come over for a gathering." Song Lao San looked at the invitation with an excited look on his face.
"We all listen to Dad." Song Ci said with a smile.
"Madam Zheng seems kind, and she's your mother, so you should go see her."
Qiao Xianglan also agreed, and the family decided to go to Duke Zheng's mansion tomorrow. Qiao Xianglan prepared many gifts, as it would be a shame to be impolite since it was their first meeting.
The next day, a group of people from the Song family came to the Zheng family in a carriage.
Qiao Yu stayed at home to take care of the children, and Hu Zi was sent to her place. Song Ci was relieved to be with Song Tang. The two children were often together and had a good relationship.
Arriving at the Zheng family's house, the century-old family residence was quiet and elegant, and every place was beautiful. Precious flowers and plants were planted casually on both sides, and the servants who came and went were silent and well-behaved.
Qiao Xianglan was a little nervous, after all, the person she was about to meet was her real mother-in-law in the real sense.
"Xiao Ci, do you think it's easy to get along with the family of Duke Zheng?" She couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
Song Ci recalled that there was very little news about Duke Zheng's family in the capital, only a few sentences.
"It is said that Duke Zheng is a man who is very particular about rules, but I don't know anything else."
"What do you think... a wealthy family like them would..." Qiao Xianglan was very nervous.
"Mother." Song Ci gently held her hand. "You have been with Daddy all these years. If the people in Duke Zheng's Mansion are good, they will naturally be grateful to you."
If Qiao Xianglan had not supported Song Laosan all the way, Song Laosan might not have been able to survive until now at the hands of those despicable people in the Song family.
"That's right." Qiao Xianglan pursed her lips, seeming to have more confidence.
Song Laosan was filled with joy. He was finally home, but the house was so big and luxurious that it shocked him. The excitement he had felt before soon faded away, and his heart was filled with indescribable complexity and bitterness.
If he had not experienced those things, he might have grown up in this house, and this place would be full of his memories, recording his life.
But, if he had not encountered these things, there would be no Qiao Shi, Xiao Ci, and no Lan'er. He thought that if he were given the opportunity to choose, he would rather keep the important people around him now than live a life of luxury with his family by his side since childhood.
The servant brought them to the main courtyard and then left. The courtyard was very quiet, and the servants who came and went walked lightly, as if they did not dare to make any loud noise.
"You're here."
As they entered the inner room, Old Lady Zheng spoke first. Everyone in the room immediately looked at them, some with joy, others with scrutiny and examination.
"This must be my younger brother." A refined-looking man stood up. He was about the same age as Song Lao San, and his smile was as warm as spring breeze.
"This is your second brother, Zheng Lang." Old Mrs. Zheng introduced with a smile, "Your eldest brother is Zheng Yuan, and the name they gave you was Zheng Huai."
Zheng Yuan, Zheng Lang, Zheng Huai, each word is filled with the parents' earnest expectations for their children.
Song Lao San chewed over the name again and again, "Zheng Huai............"
His original name was Zheng Huai.
It’s the name his parents gave him!
Duke Zheng had a tough face, with wrinkles all over his face that showed a bit of seriousness, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Song Lao San contained a rare tenderness.
"Please sit down. We are all family. There is no need to be so reserved." Zheng Guogong spoke and everyone agreed.
Old Mrs. Zheng nodded, "Yes, we are all family."
Suddenly someone said, "I wonder how Mom and Dad found my third brother?"
The person who was speaking was a beautiful woman with a long face, a pretty appearance, upturned eyes, and a certain charm and boldness.
"This is also fate." Old Mrs. Zheng immediately recounted the whole story in detail.
The woman's eyes turned, "My parents said they look similar, but there are so many people in this world who look alike. After knowing that our family had lost our third uncle, many people came to our house claiming to be the lost third uncle, but they are all liars." Her eyes moved, hinting at something.
Song Laosan glanced at her and his expression paled a little.
Qiao Xianglan pursed her lips and said nothing, but her face was full of anger.
"He looks like the eldest and second oldest brothers, as well as your father. They were all carved from the same mold. How could I make a mistake?" said Old Mrs. Zheng.
"That's hard to say. The world is so big that there are many strange things. There might be people who look alike." The woman smiled. "I was just saying it casually. But recognizing relatives is always a very important matter. I was also worried that my parents had recognized the wrong person."
Old Mrs. Zheng was displeased, "How could I not know about my own son!"
Song Laosan looked at Old Lady Zheng, his eyes becoming much gentler.
Mother believes him!
Qiao Xianglan was also happy that Old Mrs. Zheng was not confused.
"Father and mother, isn't your daughter-in-law worried too?" She raised her eyes and looked at Song Ci again. "But speaking of it, the Song family is not well-known, but they can marry Pei Ji. This is really amazing. The girls in our Zheng family are all down-to-earth and simple. How come my third brother's daughter is so unique?"
It implies that Song porcelain is trying to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, which is different from the style of the Zheng family.
As soon as the words fell, everyone looked at Song Ci.
She smiled faintly, "Madam, are you saying that the powerful can cling to you whenever they want?"
The Second Madam smiled and said, "It's hard to say."
Song Ci: "It seems that in Madam's eyes, the powerful and wealthy are blind and foolish, at the mercy of others. As long as you are willing to cling to them, they will accept anyone who comes, right?"
"That's not what I meant." The Second Lady swung her sleeves. "You are so rude. I am your elder. Is this how you are taught to talk to elders?"
Song Ci's eyes were calm, and her tone was neither hurried nor slow. "My family taught me to repay kindness with kindness and grievance with grievance. Someone as rude as my wife should naturally be treated rudely."
"Mother, Father, look at her. This is how she talks to her elders."
Duke Zheng glared at her. "Song Ci is right. You are so rude. Do you expect her to be polite and give in to you? You are her second aunt. How can you speculate about her like an outsider?"
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