The eldest son of the Song Dynasty said: "Recognizing relatives by dripping blood is not a simple fusion of blood. Doctor Wang just dropped a drop of condensation into the bowl. This thing is called 'Xianjian', which can prove blood relatives."
Following his line of sight, there was indeed a long-necked jade bottle placed on the sandalwood table.
The branches wrapped around the neck of the bottle, and plum blossoms bloomed little by little, like two drops of blood gradually blending in a bowl... Song Yu clenched her hands unconsciously and stared intently. Mrs. Song even covered her heart and was beating wildly.
The two drops of blood-red blood completely became one.
Mr. Song's tense face slowly relaxed, and the two elders of the Song family couldn't help but smile. Mr. Zhao had a cheerful personality and patted Song Yu on the shoulder, laughing loudly: "What a great nephew!"
Song Yu loosened his palms and looked at Xihe subconsciously with a dazed look on his face.
It was this girl who stalked him back then... The girl in pink clothes gave him a toothy smile, which was even more dazzling when reflected in the bright sunshine outside the window.
Song Yu couldn't help but smiled back.
From now on, this is his sister, his biological sister.
Thus, the recognition of relatives came to a successful conclusion.
The next step is to find out the truth about that year, as well as Song Yu's inclusion in the family tree, restoration of the Song family's identity as the eldest young master, and informing the various governments in Beijing.
It will take a long time to complete the series.
The most important question right now is how to tell the old man of the Jiang family the truth? The only one in the Jiang family is Miaomiao.
Both members of the Song family were in trouble and couldn't help but look at Song Yu.
Song Yu pursed her lips: "Grandpa... I don't want to tell grandpa about this for the time being. The old man is old and can't bear it."
"Sir...Song, I hope I can still fulfill my filial piety for my grandfather."
They just recognized their relatives, and it was hard to say the word father.
Before Mr. Song could speak, Mrs. Song hurriedly said: "It should be, it should be."
Although she was not sure in her heart, did the disappearance of her son have anything to do with the Jiang family? Did the Jiang family hide it? So that they could not recognize each other for many years? But after all, she is the mistress of the house, and after a little thought, she has made her choice.
But for an old man who was half-buried, they were still young and had plenty of time.
At this time, how to capture his son's heart and make him feel the warmth of the Song family and the existence of his mother is the most important thing.
As expected, Song Yu's slightly nervous expression gradually relaxed.
Leaning over: "Thank you so much...Mother Song."
When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes filled with tears and she was so excited that she could not speak. She just felt that hearing these words was enough to satisfy her.
The family of three over there was full of warmth, and here, the eldest son of the Song Dynasty tilted his head: "Congratulations."
Xihe chuckled: "Same joy."
When everything settled, she instantly became sluggish, filled with a sense of ease that no one could understand. Mr. Song looked her up and down, shook his head, and looked at the excitement over there.
In the afternoon, Song Yu and several other gentlemen went to the study.
The flower hall suddenly felt relaxed and comfortable. The three masters were talking. During this period, several aunts came to say hello. Mrs. Song didn't have the intention and just waved her hand to let them go back.
The eldest lady smiled: "You are now a well-founded person."
Mrs. Song couldn't help but laugh. She seemed to be more than ten years younger. She stroked Xihe's hair and said, "Our Yue'er also has a brother-in-law."
"In the past, I was always worried about what this girl would do if my master and I were no longer together in the future. Her temperament looked soft, but she was actually stubborn. If she was bullied at her husband's house... the child could not be relied on. We could only count on it. Some of your brothers."
"Now, I'm finally looking forward to getting ahead."
Needless to say, that child is Aunt Mei's son.
The third lady nodded: "No, after all, we are still brothers."
A concubine, a concubine, and so on, there is a layer of separation between them.
Thinking of something, she looked at Mrs. Song curiously: "On the day of delivery, did you really not remember anything?"
Mrs. Song held her head with her hands and frowned: "I... really don't remember."
She was bleeding profusely and almost lost half her life. Doctors from all over the capital were called that day, and the master even went to ask the Holy Spirit to invite the imperial doctor. Only then did she save her life, and she still dares not ask for it again until now. Second child.
I'm afraid that if something unexpected happens, I won't even be able to protect my only daughter.
The eldest lady comforted: "Brothers and sisters, don't worry, the second brother will definitely find out the truth."
But no one expected that the truth would come so unexpectedly, and they would be caught that night, and all the truth would be revealed.
The cause was still the Zhao family's cousin.
Last time, he secretly wanted to have a meal with the original owner, but was disturbed by Xihe, and was beaten up by the boys the next night.
Originally, Mrs. Song was about to take action, but Song Yu appeared in time and allowed him to escape. These days, he has been recuperating in the front yard, secretly waiting for the opportunity.
What time? Naturally, this is the time to get in touch with the concubine.
After finally finding out that Xihe would pass by after dinner, he couldn't wait to go out today, but he never expected that he would bump into Aunt Mei, who was also staying there.
The woman stood in the shadows in plain clothes, silently, and for a while neither of them noticed anyone.
Zhao Ming squatted with one numb leg and squatted with the other. When he looked up, he saw a pale old face under the pale moonlight. To be honest, Aunt Mei was definitely pretty, otherwise she wouldn't be able to be a concubine, but she was older. Oh, it's still reflecting the moonlight, which scares me to death.
Zhao Ming almost screamed, but fortunately he remembered that he was also squatting and covered his mouth in time.
But he forgot to cover his ears, so he heard a shocking secret.
"After all, I still relented. If I had known this, I should have strangled him to death."
"Song Yu? Song Yue? Twins? Oh, pity my son, he was not born in that woman's belly, otherwise I wouldn't have to bother so much...Song Yue!"
The voice of gnashing teeth: "A mud leg is a mud leg. If mud can't support the wall, it can't be climbed with a ladder!"
"Bitch, bitch! They are all bitches!"
"I want to see what happens to you, you idiot!"
Zhao Ming: "..."
Damn it, why can he understand it when they are separated, but not when they are put together?
What kind of muddy legs? What should be strangled to death? Aunt Mei, what else did she try to do? Zhao Ming couldn't help but tremble, feeling deeply that he seemed to have heard some terrible secret.
His breathing gradually became heavier, he was scared, nervous, and also felt an indescribable excitement.
Just when he was thinking about what to do, there were footsteps in front of him, several palace lanterns gradually moved closer, and several maids surrounded a young lady walking slowly.
The north wind howled, and the girl's little face was as white as jade in the moonlight.
"Big girl, stay."
Zhao Ming paused, and then shrank further into the hole.
Aunt Mei moved lightly, walked over, and looked at Xihe: "Miss, I have something to tell you."
