Chapter 174 Du Zhihuan Inquires about Song Yu
"You are right. Mrs. Wu is not a good person."
"Mrs. Wu is my uncle's sister after all."
"It's my sister."
"My uncle is obviously a good brother who dotes on his younger siblings. Even though he's not her biological brother, he can't have colluded with Wu Lingheng to harm my uncle. What's the reason? Doesn't my cousin really know?"
Jiang Shiyun blinked her big, innocent eyes and stared at Song Yu without blinking.
"...I don't know. If Wu Lingheng knew, he wouldn't have attacked me. Maybe there's some secret he can't tell you."
Song Yu really didn't want to tell the truth.
She likes the Jiang family very much and treats them as family members.
She is not her parents' biological daughter, and this fact cannot be concealed for long.
Well, let’s keep it secret for as long as we can.
"A secret that can't be told?" Jiang Shiyun pinched her jaw, thoughtfully, "And he insists on killing the three of you. Could it be that your uncle has a shocking past, and Wu Lingheng knows about it just because he doesn't want your uncle to recognize his ancestral roots?"
"This..." Song Yu was surprised, "That's possible."
"But he's just a small councilor of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. How could he have so many men and women to kill and burn people? Perhaps his master didn't want my uncle to come to the capital, so he promised him huge benefits and gave him the men, which is why he dared to kill and burn people."
Song Yu had to think about it in this direction.
His father was born rich and smart, and he became a scholar at the age of ten.
And there is the swastika jade pendant. The jade is of high quality and not something that ordinary people can have. It is possible that his father really has an extraordinary background.
"Cousin, among these aristocratic families in the capital, are there any old ladies who are devout Buddhist disciples, or lay Buddhists who practice at home?"
"That's Madam Du."
Song Yu carefully recalled Du Ye's face.
He seems to be more kind than her grandmother and Madam Mu, but he doesn't look like her father.
"Just Madam Du, is there no one else?"
"I don't know about that. Most of the old ladies from the noble families in Beijing would go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha on the first and fifteenth day of each month. Some of them even have small Buddhist halls in their houses. As for whether they are devout Buddhists, I don't know..."
"Oh, by the way, there is a small Buddhist temple in Old Madam Cheng's yard, but she is definitely not a devout Buddhist. Otherwise, how could she have plotted against our family for more than ten years, causing my eldest cousin to suffer for so many years!"
Jiang Shiyun became more and more angry as she spoke, "In the future, you will collude with your mistress to replace my little cousin."
"Cousin, don't be angry," Song Yu soothed her. "She doesn't have that chance anymore. The Cheng family will surely suffer the consequences of their actions."
"Boss, that's Prince Mu's personal guard. Seeing how anxious he is, Song Yu is probably dead."
Yu Tao watched Xiao Fei galloping away on his horse, his eyes narrowed. "That kid Zhang Feng hasn't come out yet. Song Yu is critically ill, so he must be unable to sit still. He will immediately send a message to Song Mingen. He will probably go to ask for the imperial physician."
"Imperial Physician? Song Yu can't possibly live this long. It's already been a day."
Yu Tao said, "This is the imperial estate. There might be a master living there. If Song Yu's body hasn't been found, then she's still alive. Arrange for someone to keep an eye on her at the foot of the Huguo Temple. If the imperial physician arrives, kill her immediately."
Wu Lingheng, who was far away in the Tongzhengsi Yamen, was completely unable to concentrate on handling official business.
He got the news last night.
But several guards went out of the Jiang Mansion early in the morning, and Song Mingen did not leave the house at all!
Song Yu is so lucky that he can't die!
"Sir," said Wu Zhong, another trusted confidant of Wu Lingheng. "Zhang Feng must have known by now that Song Yu was bitten by a venomous snake. If she's lucky enough to survive, it'll be difficult for him to attack her again."
"Then strike her again on her way back to the city. She must not return alive."
Wu Zhong frowned and thought for a moment, "If I make another move and miss, and get caught by Prince Mu's men, it will be troublesome."
Wu Lingheng gritted his teeth secretly, Zhuzhu is just too soft-hearted!
If I had made up my mind earlier and taken the lives of the three of them in the inn, there wouldn’t be such trouble today!
As long as Huanhuan successfully marries into Prince Rong's mansion, she will become Prince Rong's consort in the future.
The little prince in the palace is only seven years old and is frail and sickly.
When he became emperor, not only did he have more daughters than sons, but Prince Rui and Prince Cheng also had no sons, not to mention the other princes.
Now Prince Xiaorong has two sons. The eldest son, Xiao Chengqian, is about to be eighteen years old, and the younger son is only two years old.
Xiao Chengqian is now valued by the emperor, and the little prince is clinging to him.
A hundred years after the emperor passed away, the little prince could only rely on Xiao Chengqian if he wanted to secure the throne.
Can the frail and sickly little prince survive and grow up?
In the future, this world will only belong to Xiao Chengqian!
For Huanhuan, Song Yu must die!
"Only success is allowed, failure is not! If Song Yu lives, we must die! Tell the people below that if he is captured, I will ensure that his wife, children and the elderly have enough food and clothing!"
"I understand."
"Miss, Yunyan has finished changing."
Du Zhihuan nodded: "Let her in."
Yunyan walked into the room in a fresh outfit and bowed slightly.
"Sit down and talk."
"Yes, miss."
As soon as Yunyan sat down, Yunyan handed her a cup of tea.
Yunyan took the drink but didn't drink it. She said directly, "The reason why the old ladies of the Wu family and the Song family started fighting when they met was because Mrs. Wu had an older brother. I don't know what Lord Wu did to cause the old man of the Song family to break off his relationship with the Song family. The old lady of the Song family was very upset about this and didn't want to lose her eldest son, so she took out her anger on the old lady of the Wu family."
Du Zhihuan was surprised: "Have you found out who Madam Wu's eldest brother is?"
"He is Song Mingen, the head of Wushuang Village. He has a daughter who has been frail and sickly since childhood and has been fostered in a temple for many years. Mrs. Wu's eldest sister-in-law lost her memory for over ten years. She recently regained her memory and learned that she is from the capital. Her father is a teacher and she returned to the capital with her family."
Yunyan asked, "Miss, why does it sound like Mr. Jiang's eldest daughter and her family of three?"
Du Zhihuan asked, "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"
Yunyan nodded. "Jiang Yunwan returned home with her family only after she recovered her memory. She said her father was a teacher, which makes perfect sense. It seems like Old Jiang's son-in-law's surname is Song."
Yunyan continued, "Before I went to Wushuang Village to investigate, someone had already gone to investigate. They must have been sent by the Jiang family. There's no doubt about it. After all, Mingyue Tower has peony fruit cakes, and it's said that they were made by Jiang Yunwan."
Du Zhihuan lowered her eyes for a moment, "Have you found out why Master Song severed his ties with the Song family?"
Yunyan shook her head. "I haven't found out yet. The Song family has now settled down in Xiangyun Road, and Madam Wu has given them three shops."
"How old is Mr. Jiang's eldest granddaughter?"
"Her name is Song Yu. She is the same age as Cheng Qingmeng, but a month or two older."
Du Zhihuan frowned slightly. Song Yu was thirteen years old!
"You all go down first, I'll be quiet for a while."
Du Zhihuan came to the dressing table and looked at her face in the bronze mirror, which looked very similar to Su Beiqing's. A hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Ever since she could remember, she had noticed that she looked neither like her father nor her mother.
The stillborn baby that Mrs. Wu gave birth to might actually be her parents' biological daughter.
Her face does look like Lord Wu Lingheng.
Daddy said at the beginning that Wu Lingheng became darker and uglier after coming to Beijing, and that this was because he couldn't adapt to the climate and environment in Beijing.
She had her suspicions then, and secretly found out that Mrs. Wu put makeup on him every morning.
The news Yunyan got back this time made her very uneasy. The dead baby might not be dead, she might still be alive.
Could it be Song Yu, the eldest granddaughter that Mr. Jiang just recognized?
After all, she is the same age as her!
But after such a long time, the Jiang family has not come to recognize her. Could it be that she is really the eldest granddaughter of Mr. Jiang?
"Yunyan!" Yunyan walked in quickly.
"So Miss Song is now on good terms with Princess Anyang?"
"I wouldn't call you friends. The last time Princess Anyang invited you to go to the Jiang Mansion with her, it was to take you to taste her cooking."
"Princess Anyang and Miss Song had met before. Was there anything unusual about Princess Anyang's visit last time?"
Yunyan thought about it, "Princess Anyang came directly to Yilan Fenghua and left directly. After returning from the Jiang Mansion, it seems that she has never left the mansion."
Is she overthinking it?
Du Zhihuan looked at herself in the mirror, picked up a red brush, and drew a red mole at the corner of her eye. "Go get ready. We'll go to Prince Rui's Mansion in half an incense stick."
"Madam won't let Miss go out."
"Get ready first. I'll go talk to mother."
Su Beiqing learned that Du Zhihuan was going to meet Princess Anyang. Seeing that she had added a beautiful red mole to the corner of her eye, she didn't stop her. "Go ahead. Arrange for more guards to accompany you. Remember to come back and have dinner with mother."
"Okay, mother, I will come back to have dinner with you. Hug me."
"Okay, my dear." Su Beiqing touched Du Zhihuan's hair lovingly and let her go. "Go quickly. The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."
Du Zhihuan disappeared from sight, and Su Beiqing immediately arranged for the secret guards to follow.
Her Huanhuan cannot have any mistakes.
"Princess, Miss Du is here."
Princess Anyang put down her brush and said, "What a coincidence she came. Hurry and send this painting of Guanyin, the Goddess of Childbirth, to the main courtyard. I'm so devout, so it won't be long before I have a brother, right?"
The maidservant Yu Fu smiled flatteringly, "Since the princess is so pious, she will definitely be able to hold the sweet and soft little prince."
Princess Anyang was in a good mood. "Alright, send it over quickly. Where is Huanhuan waiting?"
"In the flower hall."
"Hanhuan."
"Princess." Du Zhihuan hurried forward and saluted.
"No thanks." Princess Anyang hurriedly pulled her to a seat and said with a smile, "Has your mother finally decided to let you out?"
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