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A month later, Song Qingwan "accidentally" met a young woman begging on the street. She felt sorry for her and brought her back home.

After she washed up, everyone discovered that this woman looked almost exactly like Jiang when she was young. If this girl didn't look only eighteen or nineteen years old, everyone would have thought they were the same person.

"Madam, this..." Song Chengfeng was stunned for a moment when he saw the woman standing next to Pang Shi.

Pang sneered in her heart. As expected, Wan'er had guessed it right. Song Chengfeng had fallen.

"Master, this is the orphan girl Wan'er rescued from the street. Her name is Qiu Rong."

Qiu Rong stepped forward and bowed: "I greet the Prime Minister."

"Okay... okay, get up quickly." Song Chengfeng hurried forward and pulled her up. Their eyes met, and Qiu Rong shyly turned her head away.

"Ahem..." Pang Shi interrupted, curling his lips in disgust, looking at how worthless it was.

Song Chengfeng pulled his hand away awkwardly. Qiu Rong looked at him angrily and retreated behind the lady.

At this sight, Song Chengfeng's soul flew away. This woman not only looked like Jiang, but even her voice was similar. She was even more charming than Jiang when she was young.

"Qiu Rong has no father or mother, and her age is not suitable for her to stay in the mansion as a maid. I will take the initiative to make her a concubine and arrange her in the master's backyard. What do you think?"

"It's arranged. Madam is in charge." Song Chengfeng naturally wanted more than anything else. Just looking at such a lovely woman made his bones go soft.

"Qiu Rong, are you willing?" Pang turned around and asked Qiu Rong.

"Qiu Rong's life was saved by Madam and the eldest lady. Madam has the final say on everything." Qiu Rong answered respectfully, and then secretly glanced at Song Chengfeng. When she found that he was also looking at her, she shyly avoided him again.

"Well, Baocui, tell them to give Rong a face and arrange for her to stay in the courtyard next to Jiang. The two ladies can take care of each other."

"Yes, ma'am"

Baocui received the order and took Qiurong with her to make arrangements. Song Chengfeng pretended to praise Pang Shi, saying things like she was magnanimous and tolerant.

"As long as the master likes it, I just hope that the three concubines in the backyard can live in peace and work together to take good care of the master."

Naturally, Pang deliberately arranged Qiu Rong to live next door to Jiang, just to anger her and make her quarrel with Song Chengfeng.

Jiang is vain but not very smart. With Song Yunshuang in charge of military affairs, he will not make mistakes. But once Qiu Rong comes, that may not be the case.

That night Song Chengfeng couldn't wait to stay in Qiu Rong's room, and Qiu Rong lived up to the eldest lady's trust and did her best to please Song Chengfeng.

The next day, everyone in the mansion was talking about it. Song Chengfeng called for water three times last night, which hadn't happened in many years.

Song Qingwan was listening to Chunya's report in the room, and she curled her lips in satisfaction. Of course, she didn't meet Qiu Rong by chance. How could it be such a coincidence? She secretly asked someone to find this woman.

She had been planning this since the first day Jiang entered the mansion, so she bought Qiu Rong a few months ago and arranged for her to live in a secluded house in the suburbs of Beijing.

Song Qingwan asked Chunya to arrange people to train Qiurong according to Jiang's method every day, and Qiurong learned very hard and achieved success in a short time.

Qiu Rong is just a poor orphan. She doesn't care whether she is Song Chengfeng's concubine or not. As long as she can enter the Prime Minister's Mansion and enjoy a good life, she is willing to cooperate with anything.

Jiang was able to pretend not to care at first, but after Song Chengfeng stayed in Qiu Rong's room for a month, she finally couldn't control her temper.

"Hmph! I don't know where this vixen came from, but she actually seduced the master's soul." Jiang gnashed her teeth in hatred.

"It's strange to say, my daughter sent people to inquire about Aunt Rong's family background, but she didn't find any clues at all."

"Shuang'er, mother always feels that this matter is not that simple."

Song Yunshuang looked at Jiang with some surprise. This time, she finally had some brains. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something wrong with this matter.

"Of course it was Song Qingwan and Madam's doing. They deliberately brought her here to compete with mother for her favor."

"Then what should we do? We can't sit still and wait for death, right?"

"Don't we have Chang Qing?"

"Yes, yes, Shuang'er is right." Jiang asked the wet nurse to bring her son over. She took him in her arms and teased him.

Little Changqing is now six months old. He is fair and plump, and his facial features resemble Song Chengfeng. He is very lovable.

That night, Song Chengfeng was about to go to Qiu Rong's room again, but was blocked at the door by Jiang who was holding a child.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Jingshu, why are you here?"

"Changqing hasn't seen you for almost a month and misses his father so much." Jiang handed the child to Song Chengfeng's arms.

Song Chengfeng originally wanted to send Jiang away and continue to go to Qiu Rong, but when he saw his son, he immediately put the matter behind him.

"It's my fault. Changqing is getting cuter and cuter." Song Chengfeng took his son in his arms.

Jiang took the opportunity to take Song Chengfeng to her room, on the pretext of cultivating a father-son relationship.

In the following days, Jiang pulled Song Chengfeng to her room like this, and Qiu Rong even felt like she had lost favor.

"Auntie, that Jiang family is too much. They actually used the young master to blatantly snatch someone away."

"Zhui'er, walls have ears, be careful what you say." Qiu Rong was very calm. She sat at the table and leisurely drank a sip of tea.

"Aunt, are you just going to let her do this?" Zhuier stamped his feet in anxiety.

"Of course not. I promised the young lady that I would help her deal with Jiang's family. I can't just sit there and wait for death."

Qiu Rong is very clear about her position. Although her current identity is the concubine of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she works 100% for Song Qingwan.

On this day, Jiang used the same old trick again and planned to kidnap the person. Qiu Rong walked into Song Chengfeng's study room carrying a tray.

"Master, I made your favorite cakes today. Do you think they suit your taste?"

"Rong'er, you're here." Song Chengfeng looked at Qiu Rong, who was in plain clothes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Qiu Rong dressed up carefully today. She was naturally beautiful, and the plain dress made her skin look even more delicate and her lips rosy, making people want to kiss her.

Jiang was immediately outshined. Although they looked very similar, she was older after all. She had given birth to two children, so her figure and skin were naturally not as good as Qiu Rong, who was a dozen years younger than her.

"Master, Changqing is waiting for you." Jiang urged.

She glared at Qiu Rong sideways, "You vixen! Stealing other people's men!"

But she forgot that after Song Chengfeng married Pang Shi, she still tried every means to seduce other men.

"Jingshu, I won't go over today. Rong'er has just entered the mansion, and I should spend more time with her."

After saying that, he didn't look at Jiang again, and took Qiu Rong's hand and walked towards her yard.