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Xia Zhu was very satisfied with the result. She knew that Song Chengfeng was reluctant to execute Jiang's mother and daughter, but for the time being, Jiang and Song Yunshuang did not dare to make trouble again.

Jiang was so frightened that she was almost carried back to her own yard, not daring to say a word.

Song Yunshuang stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to cut her into pieces.

"Don't be too happy too soon, let's wait and see!"

Song Qingwan shrugged indifferently. She knew that Song Yunshuang would not be defeated so easily, and she had plenty of time to play with her.

Three months later, the servant came to report that Jiang had given birth.

"Oh? Is it a boy or a girl? Are Jiang and the child safe?"

"Reporting to Madam, Jiang gave birth to a son, and both mother and child are safe."

"That's good. Has the master been notified?"

"The master went there early in the morning and is now accompanying Jiang's mother and son in the room."

After hearing this, Pang Shi's lips curled up. She knew Song Chengfeng would do this.

Although Jiang had made a big mistake, after all, they had been friends for so many years, and the fact that she gave birth to the eldest son of the Song family made it impossible for Song Chengfeng to have the heart to drive her away.

"Wan'er, let's go too, to congratulate your father on the birth of his son."

"Yes, mother."

Song Qingwan was also worried. It had only been three months and Jiang's fortunes had already turned around. This child was really useful.

As soon as they entered Jiang's yard, laughter and chatter were heard from the inner room. Song Qingwan raised her eyebrows and walked in with Pang.

Jiang was half lying down, Song Chengfeng was sitting beside her, holding her hand and saying something in a gentle voice, and the wet nurse was holding the child and feeding him.

"Madam is here. Jingshu gave birth to our Song family's first son. It's such a happy event." Song Chengfeng's face was full of smiles, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

"Congratulations, Master. Sister Jiang has worked hard. I will ask Uncle Zhong to get some ginseng and donkey-hide gelatin to nourish Sister Jiang's body."

"Thank you, Madam. I just gave birth to a child, so I cannot stand up to pay my respects. Please don't blame me." Jiang Shi could not hide the pride on her face. She kept looking at the child in the wet nurse's arms, intending to show off.

Pang Shi, however, felt nothing at all. She didn't care who gave birth to Song Chengfeng's son. Her own dowry was enough to equal all the assets of the Song family, so she didn't want her child to snatch that from the Song family.

"Just take a rest, sister. You are now a great contributor to our mansion. If you get hurt, I will be to blame." Pang Shi waved her hand, showing the tolerance and magnanimity of a mistress of the house.

Seeing Pang Shi so calm, Jiang Shi curled her lips in boredom and stopped talking.

Song Qingwan walked up to the nanny and looked at the child. The child had woken up at this time and was no longer crying. He was looking around curiously with his big eyes.

He is really a good child, but it's a pity that he has such a mother. I wonder how he will be raised in the future.

"Did father give his brother a name?"

"Oh, Wan'er did remind me. I was so happy that I forgot about it." Song Chengfeng said with a smile.

Since the last incident, Song Chengfeng's opinion of Song Qingwan has changed a lot. He used to think that Song Qingwan had the blood of the Pang family, which made him unhappy.

In addition, Song Qingwan grew up in the countryside and didn't know any arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy, painting, dancing or embroidery, so she couldn't compare to Song Yunshuang's versatility.

But Song Qingwan gradually showed her intelligence and wisdom, and the fact that she cured Master Pang and saved Xia Zhu, made Song Chengfeng develop a sense of father-daughter affection for her.

Song Qingwan also noticed that every time she saw Song Chengfeng looking at her with loving eyes, she got goose bumps all over her body.

Bullshit family affection, he just thought she was useful! If her existence hindered Song Chengfeng's interests one day, I believe he would abandon her without hesitation.

"Master, I also want to ask, what name did you give our son? This is your eldest son, you must give him a good name." Jiang Shi especially emphasized the word "eldest son".

Song Qingwan couldn't help but think of a word in her mind: "mother of the eldest son". Hmm, that's right!

"Well, let's call him Changqing."

"Changqing? I wonder which two characters it is? But it's the Qing in green grass?" Jiang was a little unhappy. Does "Changqing" mean that the grass is long and green?

Jiang couldn't even read a few characters, so naturally he didn't know what Changqing meant.

"Changqing, which means rapid advancement in career and great talent, is quite good." Pang explained. She did not want to break up with Song Chengfeng at the moment and would still give him some face.

"Puchi" several maids in the room laughed at the same time. This Madam Jiang really has no culture at all.

Jiang knew that she had embarrassed herself, her face turned red, and she shut up tactfully.

Song Chengfeng also restrained his smile, and his good mood just now faded a little.

After Jiang gave birth to her eldest son, Song Chengfeng automatically rescinded the order to expel her from the house and only warned her to be kind to others in the future.

As for Song Yunshuang, she knelt in the ancestral hall for three days, her knees were almost broken, and she lay in bed for a whole month.

When she heard that Jiang had given birth and had already left the confinement period, she was so angry that she threw things in the room again.

"Bitch! You are all bitches! Why didn't you inform me when such a happy event happened in the mansion?"

"Miss, please be careful not to scratch your hands..." the new maid Xier advised tremblingly.

"It's all that bitch Song Qingwan's fault, it's all her fault!" Seeing that there was nothing to throw, Song Yunshuang slapped Xier in the face, knocking her to the ground.

She had only exchanged a few moves with Song Qingwan and she had already gotten herself into such an embarrassing state. She almost crippled herself before she even had the chance to attack Song Qingwan.

But what she didn't know was that if she really tried so hard to harm Song Qingwan, that girl would probably get so angry that she would kill her.

"Go, pick up the things on the ground and prepare a gift for me. I want to go see my mother and brother."

"Yes... yes miss."

Xier didn't even dare to cry, and ran out crawling.

Song Yunshuang still has to start with Jiang. After all, she is her biological mother. Now that Jiang has regained favor, she can continue to use her.

Song Yunshuang ran to Jiang pitifully, knelt down and admitted her mistake, begging for her forgiveness. She also brought up the fact that she had left Jiang when she was young and did not know how to feel sorry for her mother.

Jiang thought that she had never taken care of Song Yunshuang personally, so her heart softened and she forgave her.

After hearing this, Song Chengfeng did not pursue the matter any further and forgave Song Yunshuang on the grounds that Jiang had just given birth and needed her daughter's company.

It was ridiculous that Xia Zhu almost lost two lives, but in return she only received two or three months of punishment from Jiang mother and daughter.

Song Qingwan and Pang Shi had naturally anticipated that children, especially sons, would be Jiang's trump card.

However, Song Qingwan had no time to pay attention to them at this moment, because the Princess's Mansion had personally sent an invitation, inviting Song Qingwan to visit.