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

When we arrived at the Tang Mansion, Nanny Chen, who was serving Mrs. Tang, was already waiting outside the door.

"The county lady is back."

Song Yuntang greeted Nanny Chen with a smile, asked someone to take the gifts from the carriage down, and then followed Nanny Chen into the mansion.

In the warm hall, Mrs. Tang sat in the main seat, talking to an old woman sitting on a stool beside her.

This old woman used to be a maidservant of Madam Tang's mother. Her surname was Zheng. She had watched Madam Tang grow up. Madam Tang originally wanted to keep her on a farm outside Beijing to live out her retirement because she was old. However, the old woman wanted to live with her own children. After leaving the Tang Mansion, she moved back to her hometown with her son.

Sixty years old is considered a long life.

Although I can't remember many things, I have a very deep impression of Mrs. Tang and I always behave well in front of her.

Nanny Chen lifted the warm curtain.

"Madam, the county lady is here."

Mrs. Tang's face lit up with joy.

"Tang'er is here."

When Zheng saw someone coming, she quickly stood up from the stool.

Song Yuntang entered the room and bowed to her as a junior.

"mother."

Hao Ting also knelt down beside her and kowtowed to her.

"Grandma."

The child looked so chubby that Mrs. Tang felt very uncomfortable and quickly stood up to help him.

"Hey, get up quickly."

Hao Ting quickly got up from the ground, helped Mrs. Tang back to her seat, and said while holding her arm.

“Grandma, Hao Ting misses you so much.”

The child's soft and sweet words made Mrs. Tang smile happily.

"Really?" Mrs. Tang picked him up and sat him on her lap. "Hao Ting hasn't been here for a while. Grandma misses him too."

Hao Ting looked at her.

"Grandma, we're going to spend the winter at the hot spring resort in a few days. Would you and Grandpa come with us?"

Mrs. Tang looked at Song Yuntang, as if to confirm the truth of what Hao Ting said.

"Are you going to Wangxu Villa?"

Song Yuntang nodded.

"Qingye is injured and needs some time to recuperate. I thought it would be warmer in the manor and suitable for recuperation."

"That's fine," Mrs. Tang said. "You're pregnant, so it would be more comfortable for you to go there. I'll ask your father later to see what he means. He's been busy these days investigating Prince Heng's affairs."

He turned and looked in the direction of Zheng.

"This is the Madam Zheng I mentioned to you."

Zheng bowed politely to Song Yuntang.

"I have met the county lady."

Song Yuntang helped her up.

"You're welcome, Madam Zheng."

Mrs. Tang looked at her.

"Mammy, let Tang'er take a look at you."

"Thank you, County Master."

Zheng said this and rolled up her sleeves.

Her arms were very thin, somewhat like dead branches, and her palms were covered with thick calluses.

Song Yuntang looked at it, feeling quite surprised.

Logically speaking, Zheng had been working in a wealthy family for decades, and although her job was to serve others, few of the maids and nannies around the master could do heavy work.

They are all easy jobs.

How could her hands be rougher than a farmer's wife's?

Although her parents-in-law also came from farming families and had done farm work for half their lives, her mother-in-law's hands were not as rough as hers.

However, since it was their first meeting, she didn't know much about Zheng, so she temporarily suppressed her doubts and placed her hand on her pulse.

Immediately, she frowned again.

Zheng has worked for a wealthy family for so many years, and especially since there are descendants in the family, she should have saved a lot of money.

Even if she can't achieve wealth and glory, she will not run away if she can have a worry-free old age with food and clothing.

How could the body be so depleted?

"How many years has it been since Nanny Zheng left the Tang Mansion?" Song Yuntang asked.

Zheng thought about it.

"After I went to Anyang County with my wife and master, my son took me back home because it was close to my hometown. Seeing that I was getting old, I can't remember how many years it has been..."

As she spoke, she looked at Nanny Chen for help, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

Nanny Chen spoke hurriedly from the side.

"In reply to the County Master, Madam Zheng has been away from Madam for eleven years."

Song Yuntang nodded, carefully checked her pulse in both hands, and then let go of her hands.

Mrs. Tang gave Haoting a piece of cake while she watched him eat. She glanced at Song Yuntang from time to time. Seeing her serious expression, she glanced in the direction of Madam Zheng and ordered, "Madam Chen, take Madam Zheng to the backyard to rest first."

Nanny Chen bows.

"Yes, ma'am."

After the two of them left, she looked at Song Yuntang again.

"Tang'er, is there anything you would like to say that is inconvenient to say in front of Madam Zheng?"

It’s good to be with smart people. You don’t need to say much, she will understand with just one look.

Song Yuntang smiled, sat down next to Madam Tang familiarly, took the tea handed to her by the maid and took a sip.

"Both my parents are easygoing people. When Madam Zheng was with my mother, she probably didn't suffer any hardship, right?"

Madam Tang hugged Hao Ting and said slowly, "Madam Zheng used to be the head maidservant beside your grandmother. After I got married, your grandmother arranged her to stay with me."

"Tang'er also knows that maids in wealthy families, especially the head maids or personal maids, almost never do heavy work. As long as they don't make mistakes, they usually live a good life."

Song Yuntang nodded.

"But from what I see, Madam Zheng doesn't look like someone who enjoys life."

Mrs. Tang naturally noticed it too. "When she left eleven years ago, she was full of energy and a decent person. I don't know what she's been through all these years. If she hadn't looked somewhat similar to before, I wouldn't have dared to recognize her if we had bumped into her on the street."

Song Yuntang drank tea quietly.

"Since Madam Zheng has lived with her son for these years, I'm afraid we can only talk about what she has experienced through her son."

Mrs. Tang nodded and turned to look at her.

"Is her health in danger?"

"I've suffered too much loss over the years, and I'm getting old, but if I take good care of myself, I might be able to live a few more years."

Hearing this, Mrs. Tang felt a little uncomfortable.

But Zheng has a son.

Eleven years ago, she decided to live with her son and daughter-in-law. Although she was Zheng's mistress, Zheng had already redeemed her at that time, so it was not easy for her to influence Zheng's decision.

"Will that still remind her of the past?"

"From what I can see now, although Madam Zheng is old and in very poor health, she may have forgotten some unimportant things, but she hasn't shown any obvious amnesia, especially for something so important..."

Song Yuntang looked at her.

"Mother, why don't you keep Madam Zheng here for now? We can take her to the farm to recuperate for a while. Perhaps we can get some useful information from her."

Mrs. Tang frowned.

"Tang'er means that Madam Zheng is deliberately hiding something?"