Chapter 287 Faking Death and Leaving the House
Du Zhihuan fell hard, her left arm was bruised, and Su Beiqing's eyes turned red with heartache.
Du Zhihuan stopped Yunyan and the others from being punished, saying, "Mother, don't blame them. It was my own carelessness."
While Du Zhihuan was talking, Yun Que was applying medicine to her, and the pain made Du Zhihuan gasp.
Su Beiqing said angrily, "Be gentle! You're hurting Huanhuan."
"Madam, it will be ready soon." Yun Que was afraid that Su Beiqing would get angry, and she was so scared that she stuttered.
After a moment, Yun Que withdrew her hand. "Madam, the young lady...this time she's seriously injured. She needs several days of rest to recover. Doctor Yuan is even more skilled in treating injuries than I am. Tomorrow, the young lady should go to the Chanhetang Clinic to see him. Her arm should be healed in a day and she won't be late for Chaofeng Palace Academy."
Hearing this, Su Beiqing thought of Song Yu. "Hanhuan, Sister Yu's medical skills should be far superior to Doctor Yuan's. Mother will let Sister Yu examine you tomorrow."
Du Zhihuan was shocked. Wouldn’t it be a secret that Song Yu came to see her?
"Mother, during dinner, I heard from my third brother that my sister was feeling unwell and tired, and probably didn't have the energy to see me. He told her to rest well at home. I'll go to the Chanhetang Clinic tomorrow and buy some gold thread on the way."
Su Beiqing was shocked to realize that what she had just said was ill-considered.
"Okay, mother will go with you tomorrow."
Du Zhihuan:!!!!!!
How can my mother go to see her biological mother with her?
"Mother, my sister is not feeling well and needs you more. You should spend more time with her tomorrow. If she is in a good mood, her appetite will be better and she will recover faster."
Su Beiqing smiled with relief when she heard this. Huanhuan was always considerate. "Huanhuan is always sensible. It's getting late. Time to go to bed."
After Su Beiqing coaxed Du Zhihuan to sleep, she returned to Zhuohuayuan. Seeing that the lights in Song Yu's room were off, she returned to her own room.
At dawn the next day, Song Yu, dressed as a maid, quietly walked out of the Du Mansion with Chunhua, a beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes.
At dawn, Su Beiqing led people and brought breakfast to Zhuohuayuan.
Bai Lan hurried over to stop the man and lowered her voice, "Madam, the young lady is still asleep. In the past, she would have woken up around 10:00 PM to eat because she was tired. Today, let the young lady rest quietly. If there is any problem with the young lady, I will send someone to inform you immediately."
Su Beiqing glanced at the closed door and thought of Song Yu's weak appearance last night. "Sister Yu, when you've had enough rest, send someone to look for me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Su Beiqing left and turned around excitedly to go to Yilan Fanghua to have breakfast with Du Zhihuan.
After breakfast, he took Du Zhihuan to Chaohuiyuan to pay his respects.
"Mom, Sister Yu can't come to pay her respects today. She is really tired. She was so tired from eating last night that she is still sleeping now. She may not be able to come to see you until the afternoon."
When Du Ye saw that Du Zhihuan's left arm was bandaged, she asked the reason and said a few words of concern before letting her leave.
"Mother, I'm going to the Chanhetang Clinic right now to buy some gold thread and dyes. I might not be back by noon."
"Be careful on the road." Su Beiqing gave a few instructions, then turned to Yunyan and said, "Protect Huanhuan well. No mistakes can be made!"
"yes!"
Du Zhihuan's figure disappeared at the doorway, and then Du Ye said, "As for the Chaofeng Palace Academy, our sister Yu should not go if she can. Look how tired she is after just a few days. Sister Yu will be a princess in the future, a first-rank princess. There's no need for her to compete for that rank. Her health is more important."
Su Beiqing nodded: "After Sister Yu has rested well, I will talk to her about this and see what she says."
As Song Mingzhu stepped out of the gate of the Song Mansion, a carriage rushed over and stopped in front of Song Mingzhu's carriage.
Zhang Yuan, Qiuyue and others hurriedly protected Song Mingzhu behind them.
"Who?"
"It's me." Yang Xu got off the carriage wearing half a silver-white mask.
"Mrs. Wu, where are you going?"
Song Mingzhu frowned subconsciously. Wearing a mask, is it really shameful?
"Yang Xu, your master Wu Lingheng and I have long since divorced. I am no longer a Wu family member. Please call me Madam Song."
"Ha... Madam Song, I'm here now. Why don't you invite me in and sit for a while?"
Song Mingzhu turned and walked into the courtyard and the living room, and sat directly in the first seat. She said in a bad tone: "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly!"
Yang Xu frowned and tightened his hands behind his back. Wu Lingheng had married a rustic country woman like Song Mingzhu just to have money to study!
Now that Song Mingen is gone, she is still so arrogant. Who gives her the confidence?
"Since you have nothing to say, please go ahead. I have to go see Huanhuan and I don't have the time to waste with you here."
When Yang Xu heard he was going to see Huanhuan, his anger dissipated. "Have you decided to do what I say?"
Song Mingzhu didn't answer him directly. "How can it be so fast? This matter is not simple, otherwise you would have done it yourself."
Yang Xu narrowed his eyes, "You'd better not give me a perfunctory answer. You need to execute the plan as soon as possible. There's no time to waste!"
"Why? You want Huanhuan to leave the Du Mansion as soon as possible?"
Yang Xu: "What do you mean?"
Song Mingzhu sneered, "If this is to succeed, Huanhuan must know about this. She must leave the Marquis' Mansion and return as Song Yu. Understand?"
"Are you going to talk to Huanhuan about this today?"
Song Mingzhu was silent for a moment, "How else can we keep her in the dark?"
Yang Xu nodded: "You are right."
"So this matter can't be rushed. Huanhuan needs to leave the mansion to ensure that the Du family won't come looking for her. The only way is to have her fake her own death and leave the mansion."
"No!" Yang Xu objected immediately, "Huanhuan will have to stand beside Prince Xiao in her true appearance in the future. She can't fake her death and leave the mansion."
"How is that possible?" Song Mingzhu was puzzled. "She married Xiao Shizi with Song Yu's face, and she will have Song Yu's face for the rest of her life."
Yang Xu said, "You can imagine what a noble position Prince Xiao will hold in the future." Yang Xu lowered his voice and said, "Prince Xiao will definitely remarry Huanhuan in the future."
Song Mingzhu looked at Yang Xu with her eyes slightly narrowed, and she seemed quite ambitious.
Isn't Yang Xu overly concerned about Huanhuan's future?
It seems that she cares about him more than her biological mother.
Even if Huanhuan ascends to a high position and Wu Lingheng resumes his official status, what benefits can Yang Xu gain?
"I understand. Then find another excuse to leave the house. It's getting late, and I need to go see Huanhuan."
"I'll go with you."
Song Mingzhu's face tensed. Today, they weren't discussing face-changing. "Hanhuan has been pampered by the Marquis's family and has a simple and kind heart. Even if she accidentally stepped on an ant, she would be heartbroken for a long time. I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to handle such a terrifying thing as face-changing. Let's try to insinuate her thoughts today and then make a final decision."
Yang Xu thought that was the case. "Are you just trying to fool me?"
Song Mingzhu picked up the teacup at hand and said, "If you understand it this way, I have nothing to say."
"Then do as you wish, but this matter cannot be delayed for too long. I will only give you seven days. You must give me a detailed implementation plan. I will come back after seven days! Otherwise..."
Yang Xu turned around and strode out of the Song Mansion.
"Madam, Yang Xu, he's gone too far!"
Song Mingzhu took a deep breath and said, "Okay, Qiuyue, let's go to Mingyue Tower."
Mingyue Tower opened its doors to welcome guests. Chunhua dressed up in gorgeous clothes like a rich lady and entered the lobby with Song Yu, who was dressed as a maid, followed by two Wen family guards.
Chunhua opened her mouth with the tender voice of a southern girl, "Boss, I want to book your largest private room."
The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, "Miss, are you going to book this for the whole morning?"
"One day."
"Okay, ten taels a day. Come this way, please."
The shopkeeper took Song Yu and the others to the third floor, Yuzhuxuan. "Miss, this is it, are you satisfied?"
"We want this one." Song Yu pointed to the Mingzhu Pavilion opposite.
The shopkeeper hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, this is our boss's private room, not open to the public."
Song Yu looked at Chunhua and said, "Miss, let's go to Yuzhuxuan. I see there are soft couches there for temporary rest. We can eat while waiting for the young master and the others to come."
Chunhua nodded and led Song Yu into the room. "Boss, please bring up a few side dishes first, and then your signature dish for lunch."
"Okay."
Song Yu stood at the door and glanced across at the other side, "Chunhua, can you hear what's going on over there?"
Chunhua said, "Mingyue Tower is not as soundproof as Jiuchong Tower. If I hadn't deliberately lowered my voice, I would have been able to hear it."
Half an hour later, Du Zhihuan came to Mingyue Tower with four maids and four martial maids.
The shopkeeper had been informed in advance and took Du Zhihuan to Mingzhu Pavilion warmly and respectfully.
At the same time, Du Zhihuan's favorite desserts were brought in one by one.
Du Zhihuan picked up the peony fruit cake and took a bite. It tasted the same as last time.
"Madam Song did it?"
"Yes, Miss. Madam prepared the shape last night, and today we steamed it directly to get this taste. Miss, please wait a moment. Madam will be here soon."
Du Zhihuan nodded: "Step back."
"Yes." The shopkeeper bowed and walked out, then turned around and knocked on the door opposite.
"What's the matter?" An impatient voice came from the room.
"My boss wants to meet an important guest today. He's already here. Please don't interrupt him."
There was silence in the room for a moment. "Got it. We won't cause you any trouble."
The shopkeeper turned around and went downstairs, but Yunyan called him aside.
A moment later, Yunyan entered the room.
"Yan'er, who's on the other side?"
"He's from out of town. He just came into the city today and booked a room for the day."
Du Zhihuan didn't come here to plot anything big today, so she didn't care.
Another half incense stick of time passed before Song Mingzhu finally arrived.
A familiar voice came from the stairs. Song Yu hurriedly got up from the couch, walked to the door, and listened eavesdropped.
Soon, the door to the opposite room opened. "Hanhan, Mom had something to do before she left home, so she was delayed for a while and is why she's late."
When Song Mingzhu called out "Mom", her eyes unconsciously fell on Du Zhihuan's eyes.
Du Zhihuan remained calm and simply said, "Madam Song, please take a seat."
Song Mingzhu felt a little sad. Huanhuan had accepted her calling herself mother, so why couldn't she call her mother?
She really wanted to hear Huanhuan call her mother.
Song Mingzhu sat down with mixed feelings.
Du Zhihuan got straight to the point, "Madam Song, what exactly brought you here to see me?"
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