Chapter 49 Before Returning to Beijing
"What is Song Yu's background?"
Song Mingzhu immediately asked Song Rui back.
She really didn't expect Song Rui to be so sharp-minded.
"Aunt, my nephew doesn't know that Song Yu was brought back from outside by my grandmother."
"So she's just a wild girl of unknown origin. Come and have your meal. Your uncle and his family will be here to pay their respects soon."
Song Rui refused to give up and said stubbornly, "Grandmother fell ill to prevent Song Yu from coming to Beijing. She even wrote to my aunt to see if there was any way to prevent Song Yu from going. My aunt wrote back to tell Grandmother that she was taking Song Yu to Beijing to meet someone, but she didn't mention this at all when she came back. If she really wanted to find a partner for Song Yu, she would definitely tell my uncle and aunt. This nephew has to doubt Song Yu's identity."
Song Mingzhu smiled helplessly, "Brother Rui, I think you think too much because you read too much. I'll find someone for Sister Yu. We'll go to the capital first. Also, your uncle and aunt may not like the person I find. Sister Yu is Old Jiang's granddaughter now."
It's not the time to tell him about Song Yu's life story.
"Your aunt is right."
When Chen Chunhua heard Song Mingzhu say this, she knew that Song Yu's identity must not be revealed. "Sister Yu is already Mr. Jiang's granddaughter. There's no need to mention the matter of finding someone for her."
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Song Rui had to give up.
There will always be a day when we will know.
After Song Yu returned to the Song Mansion, he would greet Chen Chunhua every day and then be called by Song Mingzhu to her courtyard to test his abilities.
After a few days, Song Mingzhu was sure that Song Yu really only knew how to read and draw amulets, and he could not play the piano, chess, calligraphy or painting, let alone anything else.
His every move was quite polite and graceful, and his whole demeanor was cool and cool, with a hint of nobility.
Is this the result of the Marquis's natural bloodline?
Even so, Song Mingzhu felt that Song Yu could not compare with Huanhuan, who was cultivated with great efforts by the Marquis' Mansion.
If she were allowed to return to the Marquis' Mansion, the Mansion might not necessarily abandon Huanhuan.
'Pah!'
Song Mingzhu slapped her forehead. Why would she think like that?
Song Yu must not appear in the capital!
Her Huanhuan must not have any obstacles before she reaches a high position.
"Aunt, why are you hitting yourself?" Song Yu looked at her with a half-smile and handed her a newly-made painting of 'A Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix'.
"Auntie just had an itch on her forehead. This...is this the painting of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix you drew?"
Song Mingzhu was almost blinded by the shock of watching the plucked chicken fighting the caterpillar in front of her.
"Yes, auntie, am I drawing very nicely?"
Song Yu looked at Song Mingzhu with anticipation.
It seems to be saying: Praise me, praise me.
Song Mingzhu held her chin and praised reluctantly, "Well, not bad, this picture of a hen pecking at food is really beautiful."
"No, I didn't draw a hen, I drew a bird..."
Half an incense stick later, Song Yu returned to the East Courtyard, suppressing his laughter.
"Ha... I even believed that what I drew was a bird."
Bai Lan laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. "I once learned from the master an idiom called 'calling a deer a horse'. Today, young lady, you're calling a chicken a bird. You've completely confused me..."
Song Yu raised an eyebrow, "Continue to fool her tomorrow..."
Time slipped away while Song Yu pretended to be stupid and fooled Song Mingzhu.
As Chen Chunhua's health improved, Jiang Youya became more and more depressed.
After seven days of surveillance, no abnormalities were found in Wen Chenshi.
Does Wanwan really have no connection with the Wen Chen family?
Was it really such a coincidence that Mrs. Wen Chen came up with this peony fruit cake?
Alas~
Chang Huai saw Jiang Youya sighing as he gazed towards the Wen Family Villa, and advised, "Master, let's set off back to the capital first to reassure Madam. After a while, we can go south to other county restaurants to taste the peony fruit cakes. Maybe we can find the whereabouts of the young lady next time."
Jiang Youya's eyes lit up, "Will I be able to find Wanwan next time I go south?"
Seeing Jiang Youya's appearance, Chang Huai was really worried that his master would not be able to find the eldest lady and would fall ill like his wife.
If I don't give you hope, the Master might...
"Yes, Master. As long as we are sincere, we will definitely be able to find the whereabouts of the young lady."
"So, as long as I'm sincere enough, I'll be able to find Wanwan next time I go south?"
Chang Huai: ...
That's not what he said. He didn't say next time. How could the master have misunderstood?
Alas, the search for Miss Xun has become a complete obsession.
"Yes, Master. Let's go back to the capital first. Maybe the young lady will come back by herself next time."
Jiang Youya grabbed Chang Huai and said excitedly, "You said Wanwan will come back on her own next time?"
Chang Huai really wanted to slap himself.
He is even more demonic than his master.
If the eldest lady had come back, she would have come back a long time ago.
Alas, Chang Huai sighed to the sky again.
Let’s get the master back to the capital first. “Yes, the young lady might come back on her own next time. Let’s go back to the capital and wait.”
Chang Huai looked at Jiang Youya's expression and asked tentatively.
"Going back to Beijing now?"
Jiang Youya narrowed his eyes and stared at Chang Huai for a long time before saying, "Then get ready."
Zhang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Jiang leave.
"Zhang Yuan," Aunt Xu asked, "Should we set off back to the capital, or wait for Madam in Yancheng?"
"You guys go to Xuancheng and wait first."
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"Ming En, Chen Chunhua is well now, why hasn't she been clamoring to go to the capital yet?"
Jiang Yunwan was anxious to return to Beijing to see her parents. She had been delayed in Wushuang Village for too long and was beginning to lose patience.
"Maybe there hasn't been any news from Banshan Yunyin yet, Mingzhu will wait until they get the news before leaving."
"You have received the news. Song Mingzhu will know soon. Let's go to the main courtyard now. We must return to Beijing tomorrow no matter what."
Seeing Jiang Yunwan's anxious look, Song Mingen took Jiang Yunwan to the main courtyard without saying a word.
The family of three from the west courtyard of the main courtyard were all there.
"Brother and sister-in-law, you've come at the perfect time. Now that our mother has recovered, when will we set off for the capital?"
Song Minglang was even more anxious to go to the capital than Jiang Yunwan, and he had even sold all his shops!
Don’t leave yet!
Are you waiting to eat up all your savings?
"Don't worry Minglang, I'll rest for a few more days. The journey is long, and my old bones can't bear the tossing."
Song Mingen said, "Mother, I've asked Afeng to ask Uncle Zhang to come. If Uncle Zhang says you're fine, shall we set off for the capital tomorrow?"
Upon hearing this, Song Minglang felt admiration for Song Mingen for the first time.
Big brother still has a way!
Why didn’t he think of asking Uncle Zhang to see the patient?
Song Mingen's words stopped Chen Chunhua. He glanced at Song Mingzhu and saw that she was sitting aside without objection. "Okay, if Doctor Zhang says I'm fine, I'll go to Beijing tomorrow."
Village doctor Zhang arrived and, after examining Chen Chunhua, said with a smile, "Village head, the old lady is recovering very well. Please rest well on the long journey to Jingcheng and avoid catching a cold. You will have no problem reaching the capital safely."
"Mom, you heard me, right? We'll leave tomorrow."
Chen Chunhua looked at Song Minglang's useless appearance and was too lazy to say anything to him.
"Zhuzhu, are we going back to the capital tomorrow?"
Song Mingzhu wasn't sure whether Old Jiang had left. Zhang Yuan hadn't sent any news yet, which meant that Old Jiang was still in Yancheng. In that case, they wouldn't run into him on the road. "Since mother has recovered, let's set off tomorrow."
"Ming En Ming Liang, both of you should hurry up and pack up. We'll leave after breakfast tomorrow."
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