Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Ji Changsheng looked troubled.

"But this is unauthorized use of the official seal, which is against the rules. If people find out, it could cause trouble."

Song Ruier patted Ji Changsheng on the shoulder: "Brother Ji, at least there's nothing wrong with this matter, right? It's just that Doctor Ji had a little accident, and I was in a particularly urgent situation, so I asked you to temporarily take over. It's just that Doctor Ji is following the proper procedures, only a little earlier."

Ji Changsheng was still somewhat hesitant.

Song Ruier sighed, her face full of disappointment.

"If I had known that it would be difficult for Brother Ji, I wouldn't have come to see you in the first place. In that case, I'll try to find a way to send this family back."

Ji Changsheng felt very bad: "Why don't you, Brother Pang, act as a guide and lead them to the Qiao family? That way, they won't be driven away."

Song Ruier shook her head: "It's not appropriate. The whole family has been running around for months and is in a terrible state. They are almost unrecognizable. Without an officially certified family relationship, they can't even get past the guards at the Qiao family's gate. Besides, I went to beg Princess Zhenguo that day. I'm afraid Princess Zhenguo is somewhat dissatisfied with me. How can I lead them there?"

"Originally, I was thinking of using this opportunity to clear Princess Zhenguo's mind about me and salvage my future—but it's inconvenient for Brother Ji here, so just pretend I was never here."

As he spoke, he pulled the silver note out of his sleeve.

"I appreciate your kindness, Brother Ji, but given my current situation, it's really inappropriate for me to bother you. Please take back the silver notes, Brother Ji. I don't want anything from you."

The more Song Ruier acted this way, the more uneasy Ji Changsheng became.

He steeled his resolve and pushed the banknote back.

"It's just a matter of registering and stamping, Brother Pang, just leave it to me."

“You saved my life, like a second parent. If I can’t even help you with such a small request, what’s the point of me living in this world?”

"Brother Pang, just wait for my good news."

Ji Changsheng took the book from Song Ruier and went to the Department of Personnel Management.

Song Ruier curled her lips into a smile. When Qiao Lian'er was entangled by the Song family and found it difficult to get rid of him, while he was well hidden, she could only settle accounts with the Ji family.

Normally, she could kill or make the Song family members disappear at will, just like the mysteriously vanished Mu family. But now, with official backing, she has to take full responsibility for this family. Any mishap they suffer can become grounds for impeaching her.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

Ji Changsheng returned quickly and handed a stamped document to Song Ruier.

“Brother Pang, the matter has been taken care of. In addition, I have also arranged temporary accommodation for them. It is not far from the Qiao family’s residence. They can stay there for a few days. This way, when Princess Zhenguo is busy, she will have the time to make arrangements.”

This was exactly what Song Ruier wanted.

“Brother Ji, you have helped me. I will always remember this great kindness.”

“Brother Pang, don’t be so polite with me. Compared to the time you saved me, this is just a small favor. It’s not even a fraction of the kindness you owe me. If you need anything in the future, Brother Pang, come find me again,” Ji Changsheng said generously.

At this time, the Song family members all took a bath and changed into clean clothes, making them look somewhat like normal people again.

Song Ruier led her family to the gate of a large courtyard house with two entrances and two exits, which was more than enough to accommodate a family of more than ten people.

"This is the temporary accommodation arranged for you by the Bureau of Settlement. After you settle in, take this official document and go to the Qiao family to find Qiao Lian'er."

The whole family was overjoyed. They would never have dared to dream of such a courtyard house back in the countryside, but it was arranged for them so easily.

The title of "Princess Who Protects the Nation" is indeed very useful.

Song Fusheng solemnly accepted the official document. He had a premonition that the Song family would continue to rise in status, and if a few of them could become high-ranking officials—the thought made him very happy.

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do. Good luck to you all." Song Ruier said with a half-smile.

"Remember, make the most of this opportunity."

Seeing that Song Ruier was about to leave, Song Dujuan called him back and said with a puzzled look, "You helped us, so what are your demands?"

"I have no demands. As a fellow villager, I only hope that you can successfully become relatives. That is my only wish."

The whole family stared in disbelief as he left.

"Incredible! There are such good people in this world!" Song Guangdi said in surprise.

"They say that when fellow villagers meet, their eyes well up with tears. This young man, seeing that we had traveled thousands of miles to Beijing to visit relatives, must have been deeply moved as a fellow villager," said Song Qijin.

Think about it, this is the only explanation.

But Song Dujuan frowned slightly. She didn't quite believe what the other party said. There are no free lunches in this world, especially in a place like the capital. For someone to suddenly appear and be so kind to their whole family, arranging the most important things and saying they have no ulterior motives, is something that only happens in dreams.

“Never mind all that, let’s go in first and assign rooms. Since we’re being called the Princess Zhenguo, it’s not impossible for us to stay here for a long time. The government has to consider Lian’er’s feelings; they can’t just kick us out, can they? If we stay long enough, the courtyard will be ours, and we can dispose of it as our own property,” Zhou said.

Everyone thought it made a lot of sense.

This is a good location, and the courtyard is large and well-designed; it's probably worth tens of thousands of taels of silver.

The Song family rushed into the courtyard house, initially scrambling for space, but they quieted down once they realized that the number of rooms far exceeded the number of their family members.

Song Dujuan looked at the official document again and again. The stamp on it looked authentic and trustworthy, and the bright red color gave her a sense of security.

She went to find Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng was sitting in a grand chair in the hall, his hands on the armrests, looking at the inner hall and then at the courtyard outside, feeling a great sense of satisfaction.

All the hard work and struggle of a lifetime cannot compare to the pride and dignity felt at this moment.

“Grandpa, we can’t all go looking for Lian’er. It’s not good to have too many people,” Song Dujuan said as she came in.

Song Fusheng thought about it and felt it made sense: "How about this, me, your uncle, your cousin, and you, the four of us will go."

“It’s only afternoon, we have plenty of time. Let’s go check out the Qiao family’s gate.” Song Fusheng got up from his armchair.

Song Guangdi also went up and sat down for a while, enjoying himself to the fullest.

"Get down here, you brat! You've ruined our family and forced us to leave our hometown, and you still want to act tough like this?" Song Fusheng couldn't help but curse.

Song Guangdi was no longer so timid. He chuckled and said, "Dad, you're still blaming me? Does that mean our family's current good fortune isn't thanks to me? You should be thanking me instead."

Song Fusheng snorted and didn't bother arguing with him anymore: "Boss, Qi Jin, let's go."