The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Just as you guessed, it happened. When they were packing up, they found the unburned candle from that year. The strange thing was that the candle still had a strange fragrance after all these years. Yang Daiying had always suspected that there was something fishy going on, so for some reason he had someone take the candle and secretly investigate."

"I don't know the details of what happened, but we finally found out that it was the concubine who did it."

Okay, okay, this is the first time that Song Shengfu has faced the secrets of the ancient inner palace. My back feels numb when I listen to it.

"This woman is too cruel. She actually did something so outrageous for her own son."

Madam Huang laughed sarcastically, "What can't those people do? If I hadn't been so careful these years, I might have ended up like her."

"What happened next? How did you deal with it?"

"What else could they do? The concubine was sent directly to the farm and quietly executed. Now that the concubine's child has been convicted, it's a critical time, and Prince Weiping has kept the matter a secret. Yang Daiying was furious and caused a big fuss. Fortunately, she had a plan in mind and didn't register the child under her name."

"Tsk tsk, what's the point of hiding it? Everyone in the capital knows about their family's affairs. It's just a pity for Dai Ying."

As she spoke, Mrs. Huang shed a few tears as if she felt the same way.

Song Shengfu originally had the mentality of watching the show, but now she is very depressed.

Although they were just gossiping while chatting, this was their real life.

How sad and pitiful.

Song Shengfu now looked a little depressed, and the two old ladies became sad.

As they were talking, the banquet started immediately. Now no one dared to act rashly in front of the two old ladies. As for the private confrontations between the young people, the two old ladies did not care at all.

Song Shengfu believes that they all have their own social circles, and no matter what happens, it is a process that everyone must go through. Only in this way can they learn to grow.

As long as it doesn't get out of hand, we'll turn a blind eye.

At the banquet, you made fun of me and I made fun of you, it was so lively.

Song Shengfu ate with gusto, and whispered a few words to Old Madam Huang from time to time. Old Madam Huang listened to Song Shengfu's explanation while watching.

This is the first time I feel that intrigue can be so interesting from Song Shengfu's mouth. Why didn't I realize that the old woman's words were so humorous before?

I spent a whole day at the Left Prime Minister's Mansion and left at dusk.

Old Madam Huang was a little reluctant to let Song Shengfu go, and just said that she would let Song Shengfu come to play again next time.

When Song Shengfu was about to get into the sedan chair, she smiled and said yes, and also said that next time her family would hold a banquet, she and Jingyi would be invited to come over to have fun.

Song Shengfu was not just talking. A few days after returning home, she started thinking about holding a flower banquet and invited several families with whom she had close relations.

A special notice was sent to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion, asking Jingyi to stay at her parents' home for a few more days. Duan Jingyi was so happy.

After staying for about four or five days, Duan Jingyi went back. It would have been against the rules to stay for two more days.

Song Shengfu also began to develop her first social partner here. She would write a letter to Mrs. Huang from time to time, asking about her health, how many bowls of rice she had eaten, etc.

Mrs. Huang was also very happy when she received the letter. Sometimes she would tell Song Shengfu about any new things she encountered in the letter.

Letter writing was very common in this era. Duan Chengkang and the Sixth Prince communicated almost every day, and there were special palace servants responsible for delivering the messages.

The weather was getting colder, and Duan Jingyi was already seven months pregnant. According to the local custom, Song Shengfu had to send steamed buns to her married daughter when she was seven months pregnant, so she sent someone to deliver steamed buns to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion.

The days passed one by one, and the originally quiet capital city was in an uproar because of the arrival of a group of people.

"What? There are refugees coming to the capital?"

Song Shengfu was a little surprised to hear Lu, who had just returned home, say this. Thinking of the flood in Nanyang, she felt more and more uneasy.

Mrs. Lu drank a sip of hot tea to drive away the coldness in her body. Why did winter come so early this year? It was so cold in October.

"Yes, mother. I just went to the shop and heard the housekeeper say that he was stopped outside the city and definitely couldn't get in."

"But according to past practice, the number of refugees will probably increase. By then, everyone will probably set up a porridge shop outside the city. When others open one, we can follow suit."

Song Shengfu nodded, feeling somewhat familiar: setting up a porridge shop, a porridge shop, refugees...

! !

No, there was such a thing in her memory from her previous life, but she couldn’t seem to remember it clearly. Song Shengfu couldn’t help but knock her head, what a bad memory.

Seeing her mother-in-law knocking on her head, Mrs. Lu was so frightened that she quickly put down the teacup in her hand and stepped forward to ask:

"Is mother feeling unwell? Should we ask Elder Xu to come and take a look?"

Song Shengfu was thinking so much that she had a headache. She pressed her temples, waved her hands, and said it was nothing.

Song Shengfu felt that she should have a good rest, so she sent Lu away.

It was cold, so she didn't want to move. Song Shengfu lay down on the bed and slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Shengfu suddenly woke up, sweating all over in the cold weather.

After waking up, Song Shengfu couldn't fall asleep again. Thinking back to everything in her dream, Song Shengfu couldn't help shivering.

Floods, refugees, blizzards, plagues, and droughts!

This was the life-or-death test that the people of Da Chu were about to face. Song Shengfu recalled the scenes in her dream. So many people had died. Especially in Nanyang, in some villages, almost no one survived, and only one in ten survived.

What to do, what can she do?

Having been baptized by the new society and received a good education and upbringing, she really cannot ignore it.

Although these have nothing to do with the Duan family, just like in the previous life, no matter how bad the environment is, they still have no worries about food and clothing.

When it's cold, there's charcoal fire; when it's hot, there's ice. This crisis that almost destroyed the lower-class people had no effect at all on the upper-class nobles.

No, that’s not the case. There is still some difference, but it may just cost more money.

Song Shengfu kept thinking about it in her mind and stayed awake all night until she fell asleep at dawn.

Even after sleeping, she developed a fever. After examining her, Mr. Xu said that the fever was caused by convulsions. Song Shengfu heard it in a daze.

But she knew she wasn't, and that might be the price she paid for knowing some things.

Fortunately, Song Shengfu was in good health. Although she had a high fever for the first two days, she quickly got better on the third day.

I can lie in bed in the morning and get up in the afternoon.

This illness scared everyone in the Duan family, and Mrs. Lu looked very self-blaming.

"It's all my fault. Mother was feeling unwell that day. I shouldn't have listened to her and asked Old Xu to come and see her. I suffered all this for nothing."

Song Shengfu smiled languidly and said, "How can I blame you?" I didn't expect it myself.

"Mother is fine, why are you so scared?"

Duan Jingzong still remembered that Old Xu said his mother's high fever was caused by convulsions, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Song Shengfu didn't know how to tell Duan Jingzong about this. Even if she told him, what would happen? What could they change?

Song Shengfu knew that she had to think carefully about whether to just ignore the matter since it was none of her business, or to give it a try and do something with her own meager strength.