Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

"What era is this now? It's the Republic of China. It's no longer acceptable to set rules for daughters-in-law."

Master Jiang said righteously:

"I think this tea is the same even if you sit down and serve it!"

As they spoke, the servants had already placed two chairs opposite them.

Song Nianru was not polite and pulled Jiang Shangwen to sit down. Then a servant handed over two cups of hot tea. The young couple just stood up with their teacups when Master Jiang spoke again:

"It's a rare occasion for my in-laws to be here today. It's fate that our two families have met. Shangwen, this cup of tea is for your father-in-law and mother-in-law first."

"Yes, father."

Jiang Shangwen agreed upon hearing this and immediately stood still, politely offering a cup of tea to Song Changqing and Deng Yuru.

"Father-in-law and mother-in-law, please have some tea."

Song Changqing took the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

Deng Yurong took the tea but didn't drink it. She just turned around and quietly wiped away her tears.

After drinking this cup of tea, the daughter she had raised for eighteen years had finally become someone else's daughter-in-law. As her own mother, she could no longer stay by her side to take care of her. How could she not be sad? Alas!

Seeing their mother's sadness, Song Hengchen and Song Zhenzhen also started wiping away their tears.

"Okay, Yurong~"

Song Changqing took his wife's shaking shoulders and whispered to comfort her:

"Now is Nianru's big day, let's all be happy."

"Ah."

Deng Yurong nodded, calmed down, and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, accepting Jiang Shangwen as his son-in-law. Although he was a little thin and weak, fortunately he still had a good reputation in Jiangcheng.

The Song family knows many famous doctors. At worst, they can just take good care of him in the future.

"Sister, it's the Republic of China now. Women can no longer stay at home after marriage."

Song Hengchen said.

He remembered something and immediately took out a golden card from his pocket and put it into Song Nianru's hand, admonishing her like an old father:

"Not far across from Yunchang Street, a new dance hall recently opened, the Paramount. There are singing and dancing performances there every night, and it's very lively."

"This is a VIP card. Take it and go relax if you have nothing to do. Got it?"

Song Nianru: “…”

Having lived in so many small worlds, she has always been the one giving things to others.

This was the first time she was pampered, and the one who pampered her was her own brother. Why did she feel a little warm?

"Sister, sister, I have a gift too~"

Song Zhenzhen was not willing to be outdone, so she took out an invitation from her bag and stuffed it into her hand:

"Our school will have a cultural performance next Sunday. I'll be performing on stage. You must go and cheer me on, okay?"

Nan Xi: "..."

Got it!

The brother and sister both spoke in the same tone, and at the end they would say, "Got it?"

Please, among the three of you, who is the older sister?!

However, it was hard to refuse such kindness, so Song Nianru was happy to maintain her original character and nodded in a well-behaved manner:

"I know, sister will definitely go!"

Mr. Jiang and the first lady also gave their gifts respectively.

The eldest lady gave Song Nianru a pair of blood jade bracelets passed down from her ancestors. When she put them on her pale skin, the bracelets looked like they were dripping with blood. They were obviously rare and precious items.

Mr. Jiang was very generous and gave a box of gold ingots and a box of silver dollars.

Before leaving, Song Zhenzhen whispered to Song Nianru:

"Sister, when I went to the restroom just now, I overheard the Jiang family's servants saying that the Second Young Master Jiang died last night. I see, the body you married isn't very good..."

She whispered:

"If this one is also...you must not stay at the Jiang family foolishly, pack up and go home quickly."

"...It's the Republic of China now, and it's not shameful for a widow to remarry. There are quite a few good-looking ones among my classmates. I'll keep an eye out for them for you."

"Anyway, there are thousands of men in Yuncheng. If this one doesn't work, we can try another one. Got it?"

Song Nianru: “…”

Again.

She nodded woodenly. This was now a rare and delicate action for her.

Deng Yurong saw that Song Zhenzhen had finished speaking, so he took her hand and gave her detailed instructions:

"My daughter, you really don't look well. Even though it's hot now, please tell Caiyun to be alert at night. Close the windows when necessary and cover yourself with a blanket when necessary. Got it?"

"...Also, I've prepared a lot of herbs in my dowry to nourish your blood and your body. I'll have Caiyun stew some for you every day. Don't be reluctant to eat or drink."

She touched Song Nianru's pale face distressedly:

"Even though you're married, you'll always be a child of the Song family. Whether at home or outside, if you have any problems, just ask your parents to make the decision for you. Don't let yourself be wronged. Do you understand?"

"Ah."

Song Nianru nodded again - it turned out that the source of the sentence "Do you understand?" was here.

It seems that the original owner's family really loved her. One can imagine how sad they must have been when they received the news of the original owner's death in the original world.

The Song family's tragic end was closely related to the death of the original owner.

She will try her best to protect them in this life.

But then again, who would harm such a simple girl like the original owner? She still hadn't noticed anything.

The Song family wouldn't harm her. And in the Jiang family, the Second Madam seemed quite calculating and had shown some ill will towards her. But it was unlikely to be her.

After all, if she was the one who did it, she should have known that the original owner would die. Naturally, she would not let her son get involved in this mess and even lose his life.

Could that be the male lead?

Because she wanted to escape the marriage, she simply killed the original owner in advance to avoid future troubles. She even planned to return to her country as a widow three years later to gain political power.

It doesn't feel likely.

What a high IQ! The original plot is not a political drama. This plan is a bit outrageous. Moreover, the original owner died in the Jiang family. He couldn't have expected that the young master Jiang would take the blame.

Without Young Master Jiang taking the blame, even if the Song family missed their daughter, they wouldn't help this groom who had run away from his marriage. They might even suppress him.

So is it the heroine He Yajun?

After all, they are rivals in love... one is the main wife and the other is the mistress, but this is just speculation and there is no evidence at present.

Forget it, you can’t figure it out just by thinking.

After all, she wasn't Sherlock Holmes, who could solve cases based solely on reasoning. The most urgent task was to gain control of this body as quickly as possible.

Song Nianru returned to her courtyard, locked the door, and slipped into the space. She soaked in the water of the fairy pond for a while, and this time she was finally able to sit cross-legged.

"Guoguo, pick a fruit for me," said Song Nianru.

"Okay, Fairy Sister."

Ever since she came in, Guoguo had been hiding outside the training room, waiting for Song Nianru to play with it. When Song Nianru called it, it immediately jumped up and pulled out a purple, crystal-clear spiritual root fruit from its pocket.

"Sister Fairy, this Thunder Spirit Root Fruit is more suitable for your new body~"

Song Nianru nodded.

He took the Spiritual Root Fruit and took a light bite. As the sweet fruity aroma entered his stomach, a familiar warmth quickly surged in his Dantian.