The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

The Yang family is the richest family in the county.

It is also connected with official connections.

On Old Madam Yang's birthday, almost all the prominent families in Anyang County came to celebrate.

Song Yuntang and Xu Qingye arrived neither too early nor too late.

Before the banquet started, male and female guests were separated.

The male guests were in the front hall, being entertained by Mr. Yang and the young master of the Yang family.

The female guests were entertained in the warm hall in the backyard by Madam Yang and the young ladies and concubines of the Yang family.

Song Yuntang followed the maid of the Yang Mansion to the warm hall in the backyard. Many people had already gathered in the hall, and Madam Yang was greeting the guests warmly.

As for the concubines and illegitimate daughters in the Yang Mansion, they all stood obediently by and followed Madam Yang's instructions.

If a few young ladies came, she would appoint a concubine of similar age to accompany them for entertainment.

Song Yuntang had never attended a banquet in the county before and was considered a new face.

Just because of her good looks, many people noticed her.

As the hostess of the Yang Mansion, Madam Yang naturally cannot neglect any guest.

She took a look at Song Yuntang and felt that the woman in front of her had a temperament as elegant as orchid, and did not look like someone from an ordinary family.

"I wonder what family this young lady comes from?"

Song Yuntang nodded slightly and said slowly, "My husband's surname is Xu, and it was Young Master Yang who sent us the invitation."

Madam Yang understood and said with a smile, "So it's the guest invited by our Lin'er. Madam Xu, please take a seat."

Then he told the maid to prepare hot tea and snacks for her.

Song Yuntang didn't know any of the female guests present, and she didn't want to bother to please others. She was also not used to others being too enthusiastic towards her, so she simply found a seat at the end, sat down, drank tea and ate snacks, and listened to the chattering in the warm hall. Her head was filled with noise.

The curtain outside the warm hall was lifted one after another by the maids, bringing in group after group of female guests. Since Song Yuntang was sitting at the end, every time the curtain was lifted, a gust of cold wind would blow.

When the curtain was lifted again, Zhuang Wenyin and Lin Zhaozhao entered the warm hall.

"Mrs. Yang, it's been a long time since we last met. How have you been these days?" Zhuang Wenyin greeted her eagerly.

"All is well, all is well. Mrs. Lin and Miss Lin, please take a seat."

Madam Yang asked the two to sit down, and when she glanced at Lin Zhaozhao, her face was filled with contempt.

When Mr. Lin told her husband that he wanted to marry his daughter to her son, she did not object even though she thought Lin Zhaozhao looked ordinary and unremarkable.

After all, women can't be judged by appearance alone.

After all, she was born in a wealthy family and had a brother who had passed the imperial examination. If she was good at managing the household, there would be no problem in marrying her home.

If my son gets tired of her in the future, he can just take in two concubines with good looks.

But Lin Zhaozhao was a restless person.

Not only did she repeatedly frame the farm girl with whom she had exchanged identities, but she was also imprisoned for colluding with a man outside her family to exonerate the girl.

The Yang family would definitely not want a woman like this.

Of course, Zhuang Wenyin also felt Mrs. Yang's attitude, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her face.

Originally, she had no plan to bring Lin Zhaozhao to the Lin Mansion today, but she secretly ran away from home in order to oppose the marriage she had arranged for them.

That’s all.

After Jingyao found her from the county inn and brought her home, she still wanted to run away.

There is no other way. Just in case, I can only keep her with me.

This girl is also a bit weird. When I said I would bring her to Yang's house for a banquet, she suddenly stopped making trouble.

I don't know what she is up to.

Lin Zhaozhao certainly knew that the Yang family looked down on her, so she did not take Mrs. Yang's attitude seriously. She looked around the warm hall and her eyes finally fell on the last seat, where Song Yuntang was sitting.

"Why is she here too?"

Zhuang Wenyin followed her gaze and was also stunned when she saw Song Yuntang.

How come Tang'er is here?

Madam Yang looked at the expressions of the two men.

"Mrs. Lin and Miss Lin know this Mrs. Xu?"

Several ladies nearby heard the noise and looked in their direction.

"What Madam?" Lin Zhaozhao suddenly raised her voice. "She's a peasant girl born into a mud-legged family, married to a poor scholar. She's really not worthy of being called Madam by Madam Yang."

Zhuang Wenyin frowned, glanced in the direction of Song Yuntang, then pulled Lin Zhaozhao's sleeve, signaling her to be careful with her words and actions.

However, Lin Zhaozhao didn't seem to take her reminder seriously. Instead, she looked in Song Yuntang's direction with a smug look on her face.

Seeing that she was still calm and composed, I couldn't help but feel like I was hitting cotton with a heavy punch.

She snorted in her heart.

Let's see how long she can pretend!

Everyone looked at each other, and the warm room suddenly became quiet.

"Why would the Yang family invite a woman from a farming family to attend Old Madam Yang's birthday banquet? Could it be a mistake?"

Everyone's eyes turned towards Song Yuntang.

Madam Yang looked at Song Yuntang again.

The woman did not panic because of the questioning looks from the crowd. Instead, she remained as calm and composed as ever.

The material of the clothes she wore was the finest silk. The filling inside the cotton coat looked fluffy and light, probably made of silk cotton. She wore white jade earrings on her ears and an agate bead hairpin on her head.

Although simple, each piece is a fine product, which shows that she is a low-key person.

In addition, her face was so delicate that her pores were almost invisible, making her look more like a daughter of a wealthy family than Lin Zhaozhao.

A poor scholar's family cannot afford such clothes or such a good appearance.

Moreover, even if her husband was a poor scholar, Lin'er could send invitations to invite people to attend the old lady's birthday party. They were either good friends with similar interests, or they were optimistic about his future.

As he grows older and becomes the future head of the Yang family, Lin'er becomes more cautious in his work.

In the future, the Yang family will have to rely on these young people to support them. As a mother, she naturally cannot fall behind and disrespect the guests that her son values.

Thinking of this, Madam Yang looked at Lin Zhaozhao with a serious expression.

"Miss Lin, this Madam Xu is my son's guest. Lin'er is the young master of the Yang family, so his guests are also guests of our Yang Mansion. Please treat our guests with respect." He turned to look at Zhuang Wenyin, "And please Madam Lin, please keep your daughter in check. If she gets into trouble, our Yang family won't be as easy to deal with as your adopted daughter."

The last sentence contained a hint of sarcasm.

Lin Zhaozhao had been imprisoned in the county jail before. Mr. Lin used his connections to smooth things over, and the adopted daughter who had exchanged identities with Lin Zhaozhao was brought to the county jail for mediation, which shortened Lin Zhaozhao's detention time.

If she got into trouble in his Yang family, she would not listen to anyone's good words.