Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

"What are you doing here so late at night?"

Yue Ran saw tears in Song Yanran's eyes and couldn't help but feel curious.

She hasn't done anything yet, so why is Song Yanran feeling aggrieved?

It's true, if someone who didn't know the situation saw Song Yanran shivering in the cold wind in a plain white dress, they might think she was being abused.

"Stand up and talk."

Yue Ran looked at Song Yanran's pair of three-inch golden lotus feet and the little maid next to her who was struggling to support herself, and her temples ached slightly.

Song Yanran then straightened up, blinking timidly, leaning weakly against the little maid, her voice soft and gentle:

"Princess, Yanran heard that her uncle was drunk, and was worried that you and the second young master would be too busy, so she wanted to come and help."

Yue Ran's temples throbbed even more violently when he heard this.

Song Yanran's calling of "uncle" is similar to Feng Xiaolou calling his father "uncle" in public.

In the past, Song Yannian and his wife never dared to call their father "brother-in-law", but Song Yanran obviously didn't think so.

"Thank you for your kindness. There are doctors in the palace, and many servants. It's getting late, so you should go back and rest."

Yue Ran looked at Song Yanran's little feet that swayed with every step and couldn't help shaking her head.

This woman can't even walk without someone, and she's afraid of spilling the bowl of sobering soup. Who dares to expect her to take care of a drunk person?

Before that, she had asked Concubine Liu to relax the restrictions on the Song family a little to see what else the family planned to do besides keeping vigil.

Now it seems that Song Yanran’s goal is very clear.

Taking care of the drunk King Dingbei was secondary, and Duoduo's closeness to Yue Ziyu was the main reason.

After hearing what Yue Ran said, Song Yanran blinked like a frightened rabbit. She pouted and said with a stiff face:

"Princess, Yanran is very good at taking care of people. When my younger brother is sick, Yanran is always by his side to take care of him. I am also very good at making hangover soup..."

Yue Ran interrupted her directly:

"Really, no need. By the way, if there is anyone who needs care, it has to be your cousin Yue Zihuan. It's so cold, and I don't know if he has found a place to stay. Miss Song, why don't you give warmth to those who really need it."

She nodded politely to Song Yanran:

"Excuse me, Miss Song, please make yourself at home."

After the seventh day after Song's funeral, Yue Ziyu would return to Xilu Academy to continue his studies, and it would be almost impossible for Song Yanran to see him.

If the Song family wants to do something, it will probably be in these few days.

I just wonder what Yue Ziyu himself thinks of this cousin Song?

If he also wants to strengthen the relationship, there will definitely be trouble in the backyard of the palace.

As for the old people in Yue Ziyu's yard, Concubine Liu needs to pay more attention to them.

Song Yanran stood there and watched Yue Ran's back, her pink lips almost bitten.

She looked down at her own feet, and a hint of confidence flashed across her eyes.

She knew that Yue Ran looked down on her family.

But she was raised by her father and mother as the most pampered lady in the capital.

She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, knitting and needlework.

My mother also said that even the current emperor likes ladies with bound feet.

If the Second Young Master had her by his side, he would be proud to tell others about it.

So what if the princess could fight? Her big hands were so rough from being used to wielding swords, and her big feet were even more rude.

Which man dares to marry such a woman?

What's more, the reputation is not good.

The more Song Yanran thought about it, the brighter her eyes became. Her thin back straightened up and a superior smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

The second young master's wet nurse promised verbally that within three days, she would successfully become the second young master's woman.

The prince is old, and one of his two daughters is unmarried and the other is mentally retarded, and the eldest son has been driven away.

The Dingbei Palace now depends on the second young master to expand its branches and branches.

If she is not allowed in now, the Second Young Master will be twenty years old after the three-year mourning period!

She just didn't believe that the prince didn't want to have a grandson as soon as possible.

"Bi Cao, help me back to the mourning hall."

Song Yanran walked slowly and supported the maid back to keep vigil over the casket.

As for Yue Ran asking her to care about Yue Zihuan, she didn't take it to heart at all.

The eldest cousin had offended the emperor. Not only was his life ruined, but his descendants for three generations would suffer as well. How could she possibly have anything to do with the eldest cousin again?

In the main courtyard of Dingbei Wang, Yue Ziyu finally managed to feed the sobering soup to his father.

Yue Yuan vomited all over him just now, and he drank the sobering soup and finally fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, he was still mumbling some drunken words.

"What's the use of a son...even his own father can poison him..."

Yue Ziyu was wiping his clothes with a headache at that time, and he paused when he heard this.

"Ranran doesn't need to get married, so don't get married. I can afford to support my own daughter..."

Yue Ziyu sat there in a daze. The room was filled with the smell of alcohol, but there was another reason that made him dizzy.

"The palace is probably... coming to me..."

Yue Yuan turned over as he spoke.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings..."

Yue Ziyu waited for a while, and when he saw his father snoring, he gently pulled the quilt over him, then tiptoed out of the room and closed the door.

He didn't know that Yue Yuan, who was facing the wall, had a pair of extremely clear eyes.

Yue Ziyu dragged a chair outside his father's door and sat down tiredly.

The rumor that my eldest brother colluded with two imperial doctors to poison my father for five years turned out to be true.

My eldest brother has disappointed father so much, I guess father doesn't want to see him too much.

Yue Ziyu never thought that he could surpass his elder brother and become the prince of the royal palace. Even if his father wrote a letter of severance of the relationship, he would not dare to think about it.

But when he heard his father say with his own ears that the royal palace would only last for this generation, he still felt sad.

During the past few days since he returned to the palace, whenever Mother Zhao had time, she would constantly remind him in his ear to behave well in front of his father.

"Second Young Master, I, your nurse, have no children of my own. I only have one hope in this life, and that is to see you become the Crown Prince."

"When that day comes, I'll be glad even if my wet nurse dies!"

Yue Ziyu felt annoyed when he heard this.

But since he was young, his mother was busy taking care of his grandmother and father, and he also had an older brother, so the person who took care of him the most was Mother Zhao.

He couldn't scold her as if she were an ordinary servant.

Yue Ziyu exhaled slowly.

He missed Xilu Academy terribly, where there were no servants or maids to take care of his food and clothing. But thinking back, it was the only place where he was free.

"Is my father asleep?"

Yue Ran's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Yue Ziyu came to his senses and stood up quickly:

"After my father vomited, he drank some hangover soup and fell asleep."

Yue Ran nodded, called two servants to guard Yue Yuan, and raised his chin towards Yue Ziyu:

"Come with me. I have something to ask you."

The two came to the empty yard at night. Yue Ran looked up at the moon in the sky and suddenly asked:

"Are you planning to marry Song Yanran?"

Yue Ziyu almost tripped over his right foot with his left foot, and he immediately took a breath:

"I marry her? How is that possible? She likes the eldest brother!"

Yue Ran looked at him as if he were a fool:

"Not anymore."