The Rebirth of the Firstborn Daughter: The Head of the Family

Before dawn the next day, Qiu Yun took Yan'er out of the Duke's mansion through the back door.

Song Jinyue slept until the sun was high before getting up.

Now that Shen shi is thinking about her mistakes behind closed doors, she naturally doesn't need her to pay her respects.

Today, Xiangqin will take care of her washing and dressing.

Xiangqin was carrying a basin of hot water, pushed open the door, saw that she was already sitting in front of the dressing table, put the copper basin on the shelf, took the veil from the wooden shelf and wet it.

Then they took the handkerchief and went forward.

"Second miss."

Song Jinyue saw from the bronze mirror that Xiangqin was behind her, then turned around, took the handkerchief from her hand, and wiped it.

In the end, the handkerchief was handed over to Xiangqin.

Xiangqin turned around with the handkerchief and put it on the wooden stand behind her.

She was wearing a red jacket with a gray skirt, embroidered with cloud patterns, and looked quite calm.

Xiangqin and Xiangzhu are already in their early thirties.

When mother was alive back then, it was not that she didn't think about the future for the two of them.

But the two would rather twist their hair and be aunts than marry.

Mother had to give up.

In fact, they just didn't want to leave their mother.

She remembered that when they left the mansion, Xiangqin and Xiangzhu sent her to the gate of the Duke's mansion with sad faces, and they turned their backs and secretly wiped away their tears.

She understands their reluctance and intolerance.

But that was, she didn't think too much, and only brought Qiu Yun, a maidservant, out of the house.

"Xiangqin, I should call you Aunt Xiang..."

Looking at Xiangqin walking towards her, Song Jinyue murmured with gloomy eyes.

Xiangqin smiled slightly and shook her head.

"Second Miss, hurry up and don't insult the maidservant, how dare the maidservant become a servant."

Xiangqin's eyes are pampered, if the second miss can have this kind of heart, she will do her best.

When she just returned to the mansion, the second young lady treated them coldly, which made her feel a little sad secretly.

"When no one is around, can I call you Aunt Qin?"

Song Jinyue smiled coquettishly, as if she was a child.

Looking at it, Xiangqin's heart almost melted, he was stunned, and then nodded in agreement.

"Let Aunt Qin comb your hair for you."

Xiangqin picked up the mahogany comb carved with peach blossoms on the dowry.

Song Jinyue nodded and sat down.

She looked at Aunt Qin's face behind the bronze mirror, and the years had left some traces on her face.

Now that her mother is no longer alive, she wants to fulfill her unfinished wish for her mother.

"Does Aunt Qin have someone she loves?"

Perhaps Song Jinyue spoke up suddenly, or she asked rashly.

Xiangqin's hand holding the mahogany comb froze in the air, her eyes froze, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

After a while, he laughed awkwardly.

"Second Miss, don't make fun of the maidservant. The maidservant has already sworn a poisonous oath before the Madam's throne, and she will never marry in this life."

"Aunt Qin, my mother is no longer alive, her biggest regret is that she didn't find a place for you..."

"Second Miss, there's no need to talk about this."

Mention Zhang Shi.

Xiangqin's eyes were sour, and his heart seemed to be pulled hard by someone. He couldn't feel the pain, but there was a kind of emptiness that made people feel as if they had fallen to the bottom of the valley.

"Hey……"

Seeing that Xiangqin's eyes were slightly red, Song Jinyue felt relieved for her mother.

With a sigh, he didn't mention the matter again.

Xiangqin combed her hair and hurried out.

Song Jinyue was sitting on the porch, leaning on the wooden railing, staring at the white clouds passing by in the sky above her head.

When Qiu Yun came back with Peony, she happened to see her sitting on the porch in a daze.

Mudan is wearing coarse cloth clothes today, her hair is combed casually and wrapped in a handkerchief, there is no powder applied on her face, but her back looks a bit like a country woman.

But looking at it from the front, although there is no makeup on the face, and there is no luxurious red hairpin on the hair, but the white cheeks look like they have been pampered.

It's a pity that those rippling eyes revealed a charming charm.

She didn't realize it herself, it was like a muscle memory formed in the fireworks building for many years.

"Miss."

"Second Miss Song."

The two stood in front of Song Jinyue and saluted together.

Song Jinyue came back to her senses, looked at Peony, and nodded with great satisfaction.

"Excuse me for a few days."

"Second Miss Song, this is what I should do."

"Let Qiu Yun take you to rest first, and tomorrow you will change into your mother-in-law's clothes and treat guests with me."

Song Jinyue ordered, and Mudan naturally bowed again, and then retreated with Qiu Yun.

Ming Zhuxuan has returned to its former tranquility.

In the afternoon, Guanshi Song came to report that Second Master Song had come to the mansion and wanted to see her.

Song Jinyue changed her clothes and went to the main hall to meet the guests.

She probably guessed the purpose of the second uncle's visit. She thought that the old lady had entered the prison of the City Patrol Division. The second uncle already knew about it, but she didn't know how the second uncle thought about it.

Across the long corridor, the vestibule is in sight.

Song Jinyue ordered Song Guanshi to call out all the maids serving in the front hall.

She only took Qiu Yun to the front hall to meet the guests.

The second uncle was wearing a dark blue brocade robe today, frowning tightly, and was walking back and forth in the front hall.

The second aunt was wearing a dark purple Confucian jacket, her brows were already frowning, and her eyes moved back and forth following the swaying body of the second uncle.

"Yueer?"

Seeing the figure of the girl at the door, Second Master Song spoke with a bit of joy in his hurried tone.

Song Jinyue then stepped into the front hall, walked to the hall, stopped, and greeted slowly, "Second Uncle, Second Aunt."

Seeing her coming, Second Aunt Ding immediately got up and approached her, with a smile on her face, and stretched out her hand to help her up.

"Today I came to the door with your second uncle, and I caused you trouble."

Ding's eyebrows and eyes are full of gentleness, and there is a book fragrance unique to Jiangnan.

The second aunt, Ding, originally came from a private school in the south of the Yangtze River, a family of scholars.

The second uncle's marriage was also formed by chance.

When the second uncle first arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a Lantern Festival at the Lantern Festival. By the riverside full of lanterns, the girl slipped and nearly fell into the water. The second uncle passed by and helped her. The two fell in love at first sight.

Because the second uncle came from Song Guogong's mansion in the capital, the Ding family also intends to get involved in this marriage.

"Second Aunt, don't be so polite to me, but what happened?"

Second Master Song stepped forward, with an anxious expression on his face, "I heard that your little grandmother was imprisoned in the City Patrol Prison?"

Song Jinyue looked at Second Uncle and nodded.

"Yue'er, can you come forward and talk to Lord Du? After all, your little grandmother is getting old. How can she bear her age in this prison?"

Second Master Song looked anxious, with embarrassment about his mother's situation in his eyes.

Song Jinyue let go of her second aunt's hand, raised her brows lightly, looked at her second uncle, and asked quietly, "Does my second uncle know why my little grandmother was imprisoned in the City Patrol Prison?"

Second Master Song was startled, choked by the question, and didn't know how to answer.

He had never heard of what happened inside.

It was only by accident that he learned that his mother had been imprisoned in the City Patrol Prison, so he rushed to ask for help.

I was so focused on my mother's situation that I forgot to ask what happened.