"Lord Yan doesn't trust me?" Du Yaoyao retorted with her eyes wide open. She seemed to be very angry. She covered her mouth and coughed several times.
Yin Ye seemed to have received some signal and patted Du Yaoyao on the back to calm her down, "Madam, don't be angry, don't be angry. It will be bad if you hurt the little boy in your belly..." Du Yaoyao had told her these words in advance in the carriage.
Yan Jing looked at the master and servant with half belief and half doubt.
Chen Jie dotes on his wife lately, and the entire Censorate knows it. For this reason, he often leaves work early, making his subordinates work much more relaxed.
Yan Jing did not forget the frivolous moments at the palace banquet. He held the teacup in his hand and fed Du Yaoyao in small sips, showing a rare tenderness of a cold man.
He glanced at Du Yaoyao's waist, which was not even as thin as a hand and as slender as a willow leaf. He couldn't tell whether she was pregnant or not. A woman's pregnancy is not obvious in the first three months of pregnancy, so if anything goes wrong, she will not be able to take the consequences. After several years of marriage, Chen Jie still had no children.
After carefully weighing the pros and cons, he apologized and said with a smile: "I am overthinking. Please come in, madam." He personally led the person up the stairs.
Du Yaoyao entered the mansion and ordered her subordinates strictly, "Go, inform the adults that Madam Shen is coming to Yongning Marquis's mansion." After thinking for a while, "Find another little maid to follow Madam Shen at any time."
"yes."
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The Song family's residence was much more deserted and desolate than when Du Yaoyao last came. There were white banners hanging everywhere, and paper money and fallen leaves were floating on the ground, with no one cleaning.
Occasionally, one or two servants would see the person coming and would be so frightened that they would huddle up and run into the room.
It was spring, but the house felt like it was going through a severe winter, with a sad and depressing atmosphere of impending death everywhere.
Du Yaoyao walked to the main hall based on her memory.
There were two pitch-black coffins parked in the hall. A young man was supporting a woman as they knelt in front of the coffins, with several old servants weeping and burning paper beside them.
The blue-gray light floated towards the sky and fell on Du Yaoyao's hair and face with the wind. She walked closer and saw two spirit tablets, one for my father and the other for my wife.
Her eyes couldn't help but be fixed on Song Xingkai.
Several people heard a rustling sound, and the woman slowly turned around, took a few steps and fell under Du Yaoyao's skirt, crying hoarsely.
“Yaoyao, Yaoyao, please, save Xingkai, save Lin’er… Please, Chen Jie, have mercy on me… spare the Song family… Auntie begs you…”
The woman kept kowtowing, and Du Yaoyao hurriedly helped her up, "Aunt, get up quickly."
The woman was Duran.
Du Yaoyao's impression of Du Lan is that she is the wife of a marquis, dressed in gold and precious clothes, with an arrogant look. The person in front of him had a pale face, gray temples, and was crying on the ground with tears streaming down his face.
But she is a poor woman whose husband, daughter-in-law and son and grandson will die soon.
"Mother, guests are welcome. Let your cousin pay respects to father and Ruan Niang first." Song Xingkai bent down and helped Du Lan up. His usually gentle face looked haggard.
Du Yaoyao stared at Song Xingkai in a daze. It was her first time seeing him up close. The long eyebrows, the straight nose, the little movement of pursing the corners of the mouth when feeling helpless towards others, everything is like her!
Her heart began to beat uncontrollably.
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