Chapter 81 Yongping Marquis’ Mansion?
Old Madam Jiang pulled Jiang Yunwan to sit on the couch.
Her movements were done in one go, and it seemed impossible to tell that she was blind.
"Wanwan, let me take another good look at you."
Jiang Yunwan looked at the lifeless and empty eyes of Old Madam Jiang, and tears could not help but flow silently.
Mom, it’s not that I can’t see clearly, it’s that I can’t see at all.
Why did she lose her memory? !
If you had come back earlier, mother wouldn’t have suffered from eye disease!
"Wanwan, why are you crying? Are you trying to make your mother cry? Hold it back."
Old Madam Jiang was so anxious that she covered Jiang Yunwan's eyes with her hands.
Feeling something was wrong, he quickly moved his hands away.
Wanwan has beautiful eyes, but don’t let her skinny hands damage them.
"Mom, I'm so happy. I'm finally home and I can finally see you."
"Okay, okay, it's good that you're back." Old Madam Jiang held Jiang Yunwan's hand tightly, "Now that you're back, you can't leave again."
"I won't leave. I will always be with you. Ming'en, Sister Yu, come here quickly."
Jiang Yunwan hurriedly put Old Madam Jiang's hand into Song Yu's hand.
Song Yu took the patient's pulse calmly.
"Mom, the person standing in front of you now is your eldest granddaughter, Song Yu. She is thirteen years old."
What?
Wanwan’s children are this big now.
"Hello, Grandma."
"Yeah, okay, okay."
At this moment, the corners of Mrs. Jiang's mouth rose.
My eldest granddaughter has a nice voice. She must look like Wanwan.
"Let grandma take a good look at you."
Song Yu turned his back to the crowd and took off the mask, then leaned forward to let Madam Jiang feel it carefully.
"Wanwan, Sister Yu has good bone structure. She must have inherited your looks."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Youya, Jiang Guanchen and others stretched their necks to see what Song Yu looked like.
It’s a pity that I only saw a smooth and white profile.
No matter how curious the Jiang family members were about Song Yu's appearance, due to their own upbringing, they would never run over and turn Song Yu over to take a look.
"Mom is right. Sister Yu is very beautiful. You will be able to see Sister Yu when your eyes are healed."
Seeing that Song Yu had taken the pulse, Jiang Yunwan pulled out Song Yu's hand, and Song Yu hurriedly put on the mask in his hand.
Seeing this, Jiang Youya confirmed again that Song Yu's face must be in trouble.
The child must have suffered.
"Mother, this is Ming En, my husband."
"Song Mingen, the son-in-law, greets my mother-in-law."
Old Madam Jiang felt a little conflicted when she saw the same reaction from Song Mingen and Jiang Youya.
Although the smile on his face did not fade, his empty eyes looked at Song Mingen, but he was looking in the direction of Song Yu.
"Ming En, Sister Yu is already so old, why are you just bringing Wan Wan back home?"
Song Mingen moved his body so that Madam Jiang was looking directly at him.
He spoke slowly and calmly, "Back then, my son-in-law met Wanwan by the river. She was unconscious at the time, and when she woke up, she didn't remember who she was. I searched dozens of miles around that river, as well as Penglai County, to help Wanwan find her family, but found nothing. We later got married, and two years later, we had Sister Yu. Over a month ago, Wanwan accidentally hit her head and regained her memory. Sister Yu and I then sent her back."
"Wanwan, where did you hit?" Madam Jiang reached out and touched Jiang Yunwan's head. "Does it still hurt?"
"Mom, it doesn't hurt anymore."
Old Madam Jiang put down her hand and reached out to Song Mingen.
Song Mingen was delighted that his mother-in-law also recognized him as her son-in-law.
He quickly placed his hand with the back of his hand facing up in the palm of Old Madam Jiang.
"Mother-in-law."
"Ming En, you will always treat Wan Wan well and not let him suffer, right?"
When Old Madam Jiang touched Jiang Yunwan's smooth and delicate hands just now, she knew that Wanwan had never suffered.
He is Wanwan's savior, although I don't know what this son-in-law looks like?
It’s definitely not ugly.
He speaks softly and must be a nice person.
"Don't worry, mother-in-law. I will treat Wanwan as I did before and will never let him suffer."
"Okay, okay." Old Madam Jiang was in an extremely happy mood at this moment. "Yingying, it's getting late, isn't it? Can we have dinner now?"
"Alright, alright, dinner is ready." Feng Yingying hurried over and together with Jiang Yunwan, supported Old Madam Jiang. "Mother, let's help you to the dining hall."
"Hey, I don't need your help, I can walk by myself."
She has a good sense of direction and can still find her way to the dining hall even if she is blind.
Jiang Yunwan did not agree with her. She coaxed and persuaded her and helped her to go to the dining hall.
"Dad..." Jiang Yunzhou grabbed Jiang Youya.
"What's wrong?"
"The Penglai County that Song Mingen mentioned just now is under the jurisdiction of Yancheng. When we found the branch of the Wen family in Yancheng, could it be that he hid his sister's whereabouts so that we could not find her?"
Jiang Youya frowned. "He doesn't have the ability to bribe the people of Suzaku Pavilion, right? I will meet with him. You should first arrange for someone to go to Penglai County to investigate Song Mingen's background. I have a hunch that Wanwan is hiding something."
"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."
"By the way, Miss Tian has been making your mother happy for a few days. Please make proper arrangements for her."
"yes."
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"Wanwan, let's have a small reunion dinner today. The people at Yongping Marquis's Mansion said Shushu went to Huguo Temple to fulfill a vow and won't be back until tomorrow. When Shushu comes, we can have a big reunion dinner as a family."
Yongping Marquis' Mansion?
Song Yu was horrified. Did she hear it wrong when she was wandering around as a ghost? It was not the Yongping Marquis Mansion but the Yongping Earl Mansion?
"Sister-in-law, which branch of the Cheng family is Shushu's husband from? Is he living well? How many children does he have?"
Feng Yingying smiled and said, "It's Cheng Xiao, the eldest son of the Bo family's eldest son... He is now the Bo's master. They have a very good relationship. Shushu now has a daughter who is the same age as Yu Jie'er, and she is pregnant with another child who is just three months old. She went to the Huguo Temple to fulfill her vow, so I believe this baby is a boy."
"So in seven months, Mom and Dad will have a legitimate grandson."
Jiang Yunzhou took over and said, "Not only do our parents have a grandson, but we siblings also have a nephew. And our niece looks a lot like Shushu. She's now a fourth-rank noble lady. You'll definitely like her when you meet her tomorrow. By the way, once the dog days of autumn are over, the entrance exam for Chaofeng Palace Academy will be held. Should we let Sister Yu try, or wait until next year?"
"I won't wait until next year, so I'll give it a try this year. I've been thinking about this since I brought Sister Yu here. I hope Sister Yu can perform well in Chaofeng Palace Academy so that she can find a good husband in the future."
Jiang Youya felt a little sad when he heard this.
Her precious daughter was still wronged.
If Wanwan had married well, she wouldn't have to make such plans for Sister Yu.
With a good family background, all those false reputations of Chaofeng Palace School are just icing on the cake.
Jiang Yunzhou knew that even if his sister had lost her memory, the skills she had learned were deeply engraved in her bones and she would never forget them.
It's obvious from Sister Yu's decent eating manners that she has been well taught by her younger sister.
"Don't worry, sister. Sister Yu is your daughter. You were a first-rank noble lady back then. Sister Yu will definitely do well when she goes to Chaofeng Palace Academy."
Wanwan is actually a first-class noble lady?
Song Mingen felt like he had really found a treasure, but at the same time he also felt a lot of pressure.
He had to prepare for the provincial examination quickly and perform well within three years.
"Hey, stop talking, the food is not tasty when it's cold. Wanwan, I want some black chicken soup, feed me."
"Okay, mother."
After the meal, the family of three returned to Furong Garden.
"Mother, is there a Yongping Marquis Mansion in the capital?"
"No, why do you ask?"
Song Yu said, "I dreamed I was listening to an opera in a teahouse. It was about gossip about the Yongping Marquisate in the capital. It said the Marquis' wife had been raising a son for someone else without realizing it, and when she learned the truth, she was pissed to death. I'm afraid I heard it wrong, not the Marquisate but the Earl's Mansion."
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