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Song Chushi raised his chin and said, "Chu Si said that the marriage certificate you burned was not real, but just a copy. I want to know, was it real or fake?"

Song Wu pondered for a moment, then smiled brightly, "Of course it's true!"

The father and son of the Song family stood there in a daze, as if they had been struck by thunder.

Seeing that the two of them were not moving, Song Wu sat leisurely in a chair and drank tea.

"I wish!" Song Ming's chest heaved violently, and he hunched over and paced anxiously in front of her.

"Didn't you like the prince the most in the past? What happened today? Just because your mother beat you and Chuchu fainted, and he sent Chuchu back to her room, you got so angry?"

If she wasn't the adopted daughter of Duke Songwu, he would have really wanted to punch the chair, but now he could only suppress his dissatisfaction.

Song Chushi was even more dissatisfied. "You know how good my relationship with the Marquis' Mansion is, yet you still treat the prince like this? Isn't this a disgrace to me?!"

Song Chushi often interacted with Ji Cheng, the eldest son of the Marquis's Mansion, and always thought that he was well-known in the Marquis's Mansion. However, Song Wu knew that in fact, in the eyes of the Marquis's Mansion, he was just a running dog of Ji Cheng.

He continued, "Brother Ji said that after you two get married, the Marquis' Mansion might even give me a small official position. You are completely disregarding Brother Ji!"

Ji Cheng was the eldest brother of Ji Bozhou and the current Empress, Ji Jiaru. At a young age, he was appointed Right Counselor of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Because of his promising future, the title of Crown Prince was given to the youngest son, Ji Bozhou.

Song Wu slowly drank a sip of tea and sneered, "Brother's future depends on my marriage, how can you still say it so confidently?"

Seeing Song Wu disregarding the dignity of the Bo Mansion, Song Ming was anxious and angry. "Father knows you are just being stubborn. But I also want to tell you, don't push your luck! This marriage is a done deal. You have to marry me, whether you want to or not!"

Song Wu suddenly seemed to be interested. "Master, do you think the Marquis' Mansion really values ​​yours?"

Song Ming was stunned for a moment.

Song Wu continued, "The Marquis' Mansion hasn't made this engagement public for over ten years. I waited until I was nineteen. Do you really think the Marquis' Mansion wants to marry me?"

Song Chushi was afraid she would say something even more reckless, so he immediately said, "This was written down in black and white back then, how could it be false?! If the Marquis's Mansion was truly dissatisfied, they could have called off the engagement, but they didn't!"

Song Wu ignored Song Chushi and just stared at Song Ming: "Song Chuchu wants this marriage so badly. She is your biological daughter. You should let her marry. Why are you forcing me?"

Before Song Ming could think of a proper way to phrase it, Song Chushi spoke again: "Chu Chu is from the countryside. How could the prince agree to a replacement? Otherwise, we wouldn't have let you stay!"

Song Ming was so angry when he heard this that he wanted to hit him, "Don't listen to your brother's nonsense!"

He glared at Song Chushi fiercely, "You and the prince have been childhood sweethearts. Such a bond is the most precious. How can you just replace someone else? Even if you don't trust us, you should trust the prince!"

"I'm sorry, sir!" Song Wu took a sip of fresh tea and said word by word: "I don't trust any of you!"

Seeing that she was so stubborn and didn't even call him father, Song Ming was so angry that he finally punched the sycamore tree hard.

Song Chushi jumped out again: "Song Wu, I think you are determined to go against us! You were just a peasant woman's child. Being able to marry the prince is a great fortune, and you are not satisfied..."

Song Ming interrupted Song Chushi and pointed at Song Wu with his injured right hand: "Even if it's as you said, this marriage should belong to the Marquis' Mansion! You have no right to burn the engagement! Now that you have burned it, I don't care what you think, you must stay here in the Marquis' Mansion until you marry into the Marquis' Mansion!!"

Song Ming was so angry that he threw his sleeves and left. Seeing that it was over so quickly, Song Chushi hurriedly followed him.

……

It was getting dark. Song Wu had his dinner to help digest the food, and soon he walked from outside the yard to the door of the west wing.

There was only one maid in Song Zhiyi and Aunt Zhao's room, who was currently helping Aunt Zhao take her medicine.

Song Wu called out from outside the door, "Zhi Yi!"

Song Zhiyi, who was embroidering, heard the sound, immediately dropped the embroidery frame and ran out the door.

"Big sister!" Her face lit up. "Would you like to sit inside for a while?"

This was Song Wu's first time coming to the West Wing, and she and Zhiyi entered the house.

The west wing where Zhiyi and Aunt Zhao live now is not the big west wing they used to live in, but the small west wing next to several upper rooms in the backyard of the Bo's mansion where they moved in a few years ago.

Not only is the room small and cramped, there are not many good things. Compared with Song Wu's Wutong Garden, it is more than three or four levels lower.

"Auntie!" Song Zhiyi's voice was full of joy. "Look who's here!"

Seeing that Aunt Zhao had finished her medicine, Song Wu also called out "Aunt".

Aunt Zhao was the daughter of a merchant. Her family was wealthy and she was beautiful. Not long after Li came into the family, the uncle liked her and took her in as a concubine, where she gave birth to Zhiyi.

A few years ago, Aunt Zhao's family fell into decline because their business was reported by someone. In addition, Li's position in the mansion was stable, so she was driven out of the west wing, and Song Ming no longer dared to enter her room.

Aunt Zhao looked up and saw that it was Song Wu. Her face was filled with surprise and joy. "Miss! You, why are you here?"

She hurriedly got up from the couch, "My room is simple, Miss, please sit down quickly! Sit outside!"

"My aunt is not feeling well, there's no need to get up!" Song Wu didn't want to cause them any trouble by coming here. "I just came here to digest my food and thank you for your kindness."

Song Wu sat on a chair and saw a half-embroidered embroidery frame next to the couch where his aunt was lying. On it was a pattern of half a mandarin duck playing in the water. He instantly remembered something.

As the eldest daughter, she had never married, so no one in the Bo Mansion had ever remembered Zhiyi's marriage. Although she was seventeen years old now, Li Shi had no intention of finding a husband for her.

So she just wanted to know what was in her mind and embroider some dowry for herself.

"Big sister." Knowing that she was a little shy, she stared at her embroidery frame, lowering her head. "Big sister, you don't have to thank me. I didn't help you. I didn't dare to drive Chu Si away during the day..."

Song Wu pulled out two silver notes of one hundred taels from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhiyi's hand. "Take this money and buy some things for you and your aunt. Your aunt also needs money for medicine. You can use it first, and come back to me if it's not enough!"

When Zhiyi and Aunt Zhao saw such a large sum of money, they were shocked at first, and then they waved their hands in fear.

Recently they also knew that Song Chuchu had returned, and all the good things in Wutong Garden, including the servants, had been taken away, and Song Wu's life was not easy.

Zhiyi was still aware of what happened that afternoon. She was worried that Song Wu had first burned the engagement, and now had handed over all his wealth. Could it be that he couldn't bear the blow and wanted to...

Song Wu's face turned cold, and he feigned anger and said, "You only help me, but don't accept my kindness. Are you worried that I will implicate you in this mansion?"

She was brought up by the old lady herself since she was a child, and her manners were proper and elegant. Her angry look frightened her aunt and her son so much that they looked at each other and dared not refuse.

"Don't worry, I have money!" Song Wu's smile bloomed again. "Zhiyi, do you know that I now have another identity, that of the adopted daughter of the Duke of Anguo?"

Zhiyi and Aunt Zhao opened their mouths in surprise, and only after a long time did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Song Wu smelled the medicinal odor in the room and looked at the sick look on Aunt Zhao's face. He instantly realized that Aunt Zhao's illness was caused by inner depression.

She searched her pockets and found two talismans left from the one she had drawn for Madam Yu that afternoon. She stuffed them both into Aunt Zhao's hands and said, "I asked the Taoist priest at Xuanyuan Temple for these two talismans. Keep them with you, Aunt Zhao. This way, your illness will heal faster!"

Aunt Zhao placed the talisman in her inner pocket. Song Wu advised, "Aunt, your illness is caused by overthinking. You should go out more often and don't stay in the house feeling sad! Otherwise, your illness will not heal."

Song Wu left the small west wing.

She gave the aunt two talismans, one of which was to ward off evil spirits, and asked her to go out of the house more often. She thought that the ghost would not implicate the aunt, right?

……

The next day.

It was dawn, and Song Wu practiced for a while before going to see Nanny Yu.

Xiao Kui hurried into the yard: "Miss, your letter!"