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

Immediately afterwards, the ladies and young ladies who came out behind Song Yuntang saw with their own eyes that Xu Qingye helped Song Yuntang onto the carriage, with expressions of surprise, envy, or curiosity on their faces.

Everyone has heard of the reputation of this new number one scholar in Beijing.

He has a calm personality, extraordinary talent and is highly regarded by His Majesty.

In addition, he never drank and had fun with officials, nor did he form cliques. After each shift, he would find an excuse to cancel various gatherings and go home to reunite with his wife and children.

Besides his wife, there was no other concubine in his family.

He is a very special existence in the capital.

He seems like an invisible person in his style. There are many people with higher official positions than him, but he cannot be ignored at all.

After the man helped Song Yuntang onto the carriage, he noticed the gazes of the ladies at the gate of the prime minister's residence. He turned around and nodded slightly to everyone, then turned around and got into the carriage, and told Guiping and Xia Ning to drive the carriage away.

Everyone watched the carriage go away before they reacted and said goodbye to Tang Wanhua and left.

Zhuang Zihan watched the Xu family's carriage go away with an unwilling look on her face.

It's so rare to meet such a kind and upright man with good conduct. It would be great if we weren't married yet!

That Song was just a country woman, who was only somewhat pretty in appearance. She had no power or influence and was really not worthy of Xu Qingye.

Most officials in the capital have concubines, but she doesn't mind sharing a husband with someone else.

If he could convince her to persuade Xu Qingye to demote his wife to a concubine and then marry her in a sedan chair carried by eight people, that would be great. By then, the Prime Minister's Mansion would definitely be able to give him greater help.

After the first month of next year, the Great Xia Dynasty's five-yearly beauty contest will be held. If she doesn't want to enter the palace, she'd better hurry up.

……

In the carriage, Xu Qingye sat next to Song Yuntang, holding a cake. Watching her eat three pieces of steamed jade cakes in succession, he couldn't help but ask, "Didn't the Prime Minister's Mansion prepare any food for you?"

Song Yuntang puffed out one cheek.

"I did prepare it later, but Madam Yan suddenly fell ill. You arrived after she recovered, so I didn't have time to eat it."

Xu Qingye looked at her.

"I don't participate in the party struggles in the capital. If you don't want to attend these banquets in the future, just find an excuse to postpone them, so as not to suffer injustice outside."

"If we stay in the capital for a long time, we can't stay at home forever." Song Yuntang swallowed the food in his mouth. "We are inexperienced today, but we will know what preparations to make in the future."

The previous idea was to find an official post outside the capital after serving in the capital for half a year, but being sent to a post outside the capital also requires an opportunity. Judging from the importance the emperor currently holds in Xu Qingye, he probably will not be released in the near future.

A look of helplessness flashed across Xu Qingye's face.

"You really are... the more you face setbacks, the more courageous you become."

Seeing that she seemed to have finished eating, he rewrapped the pastry and put it aside, then took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the pastry crumbs and oil stains off her hands.

The man moved slowly and his expression was neither arrogant nor impatient.

When Song Yuntang saw this, he felt his heart calm down.

"It's actually not that bad. You just need to get used to it in the early stages, but it will be fine after that. I can't just sit there and watch you busy yourself with the affairs of the Hanlin Academy and then have to deal with the social etiquette of the capital. Husband and wife should always share the burden."

Xu Qingye put away the handkerchief, raised his head and looked in her direction with a gentle look.

"Right now, no one in the capital knows your identity. Perhaps I can find an opportunity to reveal your identity. Then, anyone who wants to act aggressively in front of you will have to think twice."

Song Yuntang smiled helplessly.

"Before, I thought that hiding my identity as the county lady would help me avoid some social engagements. But now, in less than half a year, you've been promoted to Imperial Academy Lecturer, and with the invitation from the Prime Minister's residence, I'm afraid similar social engagements will increase in the future." Then he thought, "Since that's the case, there's no need to deliberately hide my identity as the county lady."

Although making your identity public will lead to more social engagements, it will also reduce some trouble.

The Prime Minister's residence is in the west city, and the Xu residence is in the east city, with the imperial palace in between. To get home, one has to go around half of the imperial palace, which takes nearly an hour.

Not long after the carriage left, Song Yuntang yawned.

Seeing this, Xu Qingye held her shoulders and lay down, letting her rest her head on his legs.

"If you're sleepy, you can take a nap first. I'll call you when we get there."

Song Yuntang's lips curled up into a faint smile, and he found a comfortable position in his arms and closed his eyes.

Xu Qingye reached out and stroked her hair. Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, he raised his hand, took off his cloak and put it on her.

……

An hour later, the carriage arrived at the door.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Song Yuntang woke up. The first thing he did when he got home was to ask Qin Ju to find iron-footed general grass (also known as golden buckwheat) and reed leaves for her.

The second thing was to take over Hao Ting from Jiang.

"Hao Ting is obedient today?"

"I'm very well behaved." Jiang smiled at her and said, "I'm not crying or making a fuss. I just think I missed you a little and I don't want to sleep."

Song Yuntang pinched his son's white, tender and chubby little hand.

"You can't do that. If Mom has to go out for something in the future, it won't be convenient for her to take you with her all the time. You have to eat and sleep well at home."

I don’t know if the child could understand, but he just lay on her shoulder obediently and hugged her tightly with both hands.

The baby's body is small, soft, and smells of milk.

Feeling his son's dependence on him, Song Yuntang's heart seemed to soften a little.

From birth to now, today is indeed the longest time that mother and child have been separated.

Blood ties are truly amazing. She is not the only one taking care of the children at home. Everyone is involved, but her son seems to rely on her more.

The child lay on my shoulder for a while and then became motionless.

Jiang walked around behind Song Yuntang and said in a low voice, "Haoting is asleep."

Somehow, Song Yuntang felt a little distressed for no reason.

Even though he was very sleepy, he still had to endure and wait for her to come back.

This child is also very stubborn.

Seeing that Song Yuntang was taking care of the child, Xu Qingye called Xia Ning to the study, asked about what happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion today, and then sent Guiping out.

……

In Yan's mansion.

After Old Madam Yan returned home, Yan Li'an immediately invited the imperial physician from the palace.

After the imperial physician diagnosed Old Madam Yan, his expression became a little serious.

He looked at Yan Li'an.

"Master Yan, can you please excuse me for a moment?"

"Hey." Yan Li'an gestured towards the outside of the house, "Doctor Sun, please."

Doctor Sun carried the medicine box and followed Yan Li'an out of the house and went to the side room.

He said bluntly, "Master Yan, Madam Yan's condition is not optimistic. You must be mentally prepared."

Yan Li'an felt sad and frowned.

"Really... is there no other way?"

Imperial Physician Sun sighed and spoke slowly, "I wonder if Lord Yan has heard of this saying about lung abscesses: 'It can be cured when it first develops, but it's fatal when pus forms.' Madam Yan ignored the initial symptoms and missed the optimal time for treatment. Now, abscesses have formed in her lungs, the flesh is rotting, and the blood is rotting. There's nothing I can do to help."