a long time,
Master Song said: "Yue'er, do you have anything to say?"
He is in his thirties this year, with straight eyebrows and a tall and strong figure. At this moment, he is sitting on the Taishi chair, and the aura of a superior person hits his face, which makes people feel more stressed.
Xihe's eyebrows were twisted: "Dad, what's going on? What did you ask Yue'er to say?"
Zhao Ming jumped out first and said anxiously: "Stop pretending, I heard everything you and Aunt Mei said tonight. You already knew that you were the daughter of the Jiang family! You had already planned to recognize your cousin." OK."
Xihe turned to look at him with a surprised look on his face: "Cousin, what are you doing in the backyard in the middle of the night?"
Zhao Ming was stunned for a moment, groaned, and was speechless when she asked him. Seeing the suspicious glances from around him, he suddenly became anxious: "I'm just going for a walk, I don't have any dirty thoughts, but you!" Don’t think about sophistry! Aunt Mei has already explained everything, fake phoenix and real phoenix, you are the fake phoenix!"
"You clearly know your identity, but you are greedy for vanity and occupy your cousin's identity to enjoy the glory and wealth of the Song family."
"Jiang Yue, why are you so vicious? How much has your cousin suffered in the Jiang family? How much has he lost because of you in the past ten years? If it weren't for you, he might be the best disciple in Beijing now!"
"My cousin is the future pillar of the Song family! You want to destroy the Song family!"
The last sentence was shouted so loudly that even Mr. Song's expression changed.
Zhao Ming held his hands tightly to prevent himself from shouting out in excitement. These words were the most confident he had ever said. After today, he is the closest relative of the Song family and has a bright future.
Xihe stared at him for a while, then looked at Master Song: "I don't know."
Zhao Ming became anxious again: "You are so stupid..."
Master Song glanced over, Zhao Ming's words were stuck in his throat, Master Song looked at Xihe: "Yue'er, according to Aunt Mei's confession, you know very much about this matter, and even warned her not to destroy the second child."
"I've taught you since you were little that you can't stand without faith. Honestly, how much do you know?"
Xihe pursed his lips and said nothing. Mrs. Song suddenly became excited, rushed over, and slapped Xihe on the face: "Why are you so cruel! How have I treated you since you were a child? Everything about food and clothing is fine. Is this how you repay me?"
There was a sudden exclamation in the room, and they quickly stepped forward to pull her away.
Mrs. Song fell on Song Yu, hugged him tightly, and cried until she trembled: "It's my mother's fault. I mistook a jackal for a good person, which caused you to suffer so much. Yu'er, my mother was wrong, my mother was wrong." …”
Song Yu's eyes were also red, but she still said: "Yue'er is still young, all this is not..."
"It's her fault!"
Mrs. Song screamed hysterically: "If she had told us your news as soon as possible and brought you back earlier, you wouldn't have suffered so much. Yu'er, I am so good to her."
Even though Aunt Mei is hateful, she has a reason. They have always been on opposite sides.
But what about this so-called daughter? She has pampered her for more than ten years. Is this how she repays her? Can you bear to see her being deceived and her biological son suffering outside?
Mrs. Song felt that this daughter was too cruel.
The smile on Xihe's face gradually faded away. This is the saying that one mistake is worth everything, and because bad people have always been bad, they can be forgiven for doing wrong things and it should be taken for granted.
She suddenly lost her desire to quibble.
Originally, there was no evidence for anything. As long as she cried twice, the matter could be easily solved. Even staying and making things right wouldn't be a problem, but...since they thought so without checking, then so be it.
Xihe raised his hand and touched his face, and said to Lord Song: "In that case, send me back to Taomu Village."
The girl's cheeks were reddish, her makeup was exquisite, her facial features were clear, but her watery eyes were cold, and she was unmoved by the crying in the room. With just one slap, she and the Song family were separated.
Master Song's face was full of disappointment: "Yue'er, you disappoint me so much."
Xihe twitched the corner of his mouth but said nothing. He turned and walked towards the door, opened the door curtain and stepped into the heavy snow.
The wind and snow blew in through the gaps, making people shiver from the cold.
Mrs. Song stared blankly at the door for a long time, and then cried out: "She is really heartless. As soon as things fell apart, she went to look for her family without looking back. She would not be reluctant at all."
She hit her chest and cried until she almost cried.
There was another panic in the room, but everyone was also shocked. They really didn't expect that the usually docile daughter-in-law would change her appearance in an instant and leave as soon as she said it.
Song Yu quickly looked at Master Song: "Sir..."
It's dark and it's still snowing. What if something happens to a delicate girl like Song Yue? I was anxious for a while.
Mr. Song waved his hand, signaling the housekeeper to quickly chase the person back.
However, when the housekeeper chased him to the door, he found that the person had already left the Song Mansion. The housekeeper was shocked and angry: "The eldest lady is a girl, why didn't you stop me?"
The boy felt aggrieved: "We stopped him, but the eldest son said he was watching..."
The housekeeper glared: "What eldest son? Isn't the eldest son staying in the house? You can't even come up with a valid reason."
The boy quickly said: "It's the young master of the uncle's family, Song Mo."
housekeeper:"……"
On the quiet street, a carriage swayed toward the outside of the city. The driver was wearing leather armor, and the hand holding the whip was thickly calloused. The candlelight inside the carriage was dim and extremely warm.
Xihe was sitting in a corner of the carriage, looking diagonally across from time to time with strange eyes.
In a moon-white cloak with a purple-gold lining, the man holds a book in one hand and a folding fan in the other, shaking it. He also holds a heater in his arms... So, is it cold or hot?
"looks good?"
The sound is like a trickling spring.
Xihe was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"
Song Mo put down the book, raised his cup to drink tea, and put it down: "I said, you keep staring at me, don't you look good?"
Xihe: "..."
I couldn't help but look at her carefully. She had handsome features and rose-colored lips. She was leaning against the car wall, with one leg bent, and her posture was carefree... It was indeed good-looking.
Xihe avoided the question and asked him: "It's getting late, what are you going to do outside the city?"
Song Mo asked back: "What are you going to do?"
Xihe was speechless. Why did this man speak in such a tone? She simply slumped her shoulders and told her that she was no longer the young lady of the Song family. Finally, she said, "I don't dare bother you, Master, to take me to Taomu Village. I can just leave it at the intersection outside the city."
The wheels were rolling on the ground, and outside the window was the howling north wind.
Song Mo stopped shaking the fan: "Then what? Let a little girl like you walk alone in the snow? Get picked up by a wild wolf, or meet a bad guy?"
"You have planned everything, why don't you find a place for yourself."
Xihe was stunned: "Master, what are you talking about? What's your plan?"
Song Mo: "Isn't everything going as you wished today?"
Xihe: "..."
