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

One month is the limit of Song Dujuan's waiting time.

Even if the Prince of Yan were cunning, he wouldn't have gone a whole month without sending anyone to see her.

It can only be said that she did not have the opportunity to cooperate with the Prince of Yan.

She made a decision: to try a different company.

For the past month, she hasn't visited the Song family. This isn't just because she has the means to live a life of luxury, but also because she doesn't want the people from the Prince of Yan's mansion to know that she has a large group of people behind her. Otherwise, her intentions will be revealed, and if the Prince of Yan's mansion avoids her, then all her plans will have been in vain.

While searching for the Song family, Song Dujuan remained vigilant about her surroundings.

This is her trump card; it must not be revealed.

However, she did not notice anything unusual.

It seems that the Prince of Yan's mansion doesn't care about her existence at all. Come to think of it, she's just a country girl, so insignificant in a place like the capital.

The Prince of Yan was usually so busy that he probably didn't take her words seriously at all.

Song Dujuan went to see the Song family with peace of mind.

After a month of nourishing meals with plenty of meat and vegetables, and with good food and sleep, Song Dujuan has become much healthier, with fuller skin and a vibrant spirit.

The Song family, however, were quite different.

They had nowhere to stay, so they slept under the moat bridge at night, using a pile of tattered mats and blankets they had collected from somewhere.

As for food, they were often hungry, emaciated, and sallow-faced. They all had messy, dirty hair, and their clothes were tattered and infested with lice.

The two children often cried from hunger, and to make matters worse, Song Qimu's wife, Bai, was pregnant.

So when Song Dujuan stood in front of the Song family, it was as if a fairy had descended, so unreal.

The Song family felt that the visitor looked very familiar. Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was none other than Song Dujuan.

The contrast between her and their appearances was like night and day.

"Dujuan, it's you!" Song Qijin shouted, staring at Song Dujuan in disbelief.

He said angrily, "It seems you've had a great month. Where have you been enjoying yourself?"

The other members of the Song family were also very angry, glaring at Song Dujuan and demanding an explanation.

They had been wandering around for a month, living like beggars, while Song Dujuan had taken good care of herself, becoming fair and plump.

Song Fusheng remained silent, his face showing dissatisfaction.

Earlier, when the Song family speculated about Song Dujuan, he spoke up for her, thinking she was working hard for her family. Now, it seems Song Dujuan is really living a good life.

"Enjoying happiness? What do you mean by enjoying happiness? I was captured and forced to be a maid. It took me a month to figure out how to escape. Luckily, I gave a false name, otherwise I would have been bound by a death contract and would never have been able to break free for the rest of my life," Song Dujuan said with a hint of grievance.

Everyone looked again and saw that Song Dujuan's clothes really did look like those worn by a maid from a wealthy family.

"How did you end up being forced to be a maid?" Song Guangdi asked.

“I went to find Qiao Lian’er’s enemies, which aroused suspicion. They thought I was spying on something, so I was arrested. Although I didn’t do any heavy work this month and had food and drink, I was monitored from time to time and lived a very uneasy life. I was also worried about everyone. Finally, I found a chance to escape.”

Song Dujuan took out a few silver coins from her purse and handed them to Song Fusheng.

"Grandpa, this is what I took from Miss's drawer. Let's go eat and change clothes."

Looking at her daughter, Zhou's eyes held a hint of disbelief, but no one could verify whether Song Dujuan's words were true or false.

If Song Dujuan had stayed with everyone, she would have just gone begging together; at least she brought back some money.

Song Fusheng's expression softened a bit: "Everyone is having a hard time, and you have your own difficulties too. Just don't forget about everyone else."

Song Dujuan originally wanted to stay far away from the Song family. She could have chosen not to come looking for them before the plan was actually implemented. However, she found that being alone in the capital was too lonely. No matter how much she disliked her family or how bad they were, returning to this family would still bring her a sense of belonging and security.

Moreover, Old Man Song approves of her; she is the smartest person in the Song family. This feeling of being relied upon and needed is irreplaceable.

After the Song family had a satisfying meal at a restaurant, Song Fusheng wiped his mouth contentedly and asked a question.

"Dujuan, have you thought of anything this month?"

Song Dujuan said, "Don't worry, everyone. This little bit of money can last for ten days or half a month. I'm also stuck here and have no choice but to make plans later."

Unbeknownst to the Song family, someone was secretly observing their movements.

The other party was extremely secretive. Sometimes they would sit at the next table where they were eating, sometimes they would pass by them unintentionally, and sometimes they would be a beggar picking up trash under the overpass.

They were followed for several days without even Song Dujuan noticing.

A mysterious figure entered the Prince of Yan's residence without hindrance.

The Prince of Yan was painting in his study, and a landscape painting appeared on the paper, quite interesting.

The steward beside him said, "Oil paintings are all the rage in the capital these days, but the prince seems to have never been interested in them."

The Prince of Yan said, "I still prefer the charm of leaving blank spaces. Oil paintings are too realistic and lack room for imagination."

"The prince has always been a refined person, unlike those from high-ranking families who like to follow trends."

The Prince of Yan waved his hand and said, "It's just a hobby, there's no distinction between high and low. Don't let anyone hear such words."

As soon as the figure stepped in, the butler tactfully withdrew.

"Your Highness, after this period of investigation, I have a general understanding of what happened."

The King of Yan did not speak, but picked up the completed painting and examined it carefully.

The visitor said, "That country girl named Song Dujuan is followed by a large group of family members; they are also relatives of the Princess Zhenguo."

"Every family has a few poor relatives," the Prince of Yan said in a very ordinary tone.

"There are many twists and turns in this story." The newcomer smiled mysteriously and explained in detail that Pang You was actually Qiao Lian'er's younger brother, that Song Fusheng was the two siblings' uncle, and that the family had come to the capital to seek refuge with Princess Zhenguo, but were tricked by Song Ruier.

The Prince of Yan paused for a moment before hanging the painting on the wall.

The visitor continued, "It's probably that girl named Song Dujuan who found out that Princess Zhenguo is currently very powerful and has overshadowed some of the princes, so she came to our door."

"It's not hard to understand what this girl means. She just wants to pester the Princess Zhenguo and share in the riches and glory. And she needs someone's help to do that."

"She wants to be a leech, clinging to the body of the Princess Zhenguo while also being the knife that corrupts her," the Prince of Yan said slowly.