Many descendants

Su Yan returned to her guest room, stretched, and prepared to rest for a while, like a guinea pig.

Xiao Mei is now in control of her body, automatically converting the rare and precious materials in the space into nutrients needed by the fetus.

She was basically asleep most of the time, so her soul always had a lingering sense of drowsiness.

She had just lain down when there was a knock on the door.

"The Duke is waiting for Miss Su in the carriage." A somewhat familiar voice rang out.

"Song Zhuo?" She had originally planned to sleep in before going to see him, but she didn't expect him to take the initiative to contact her first.

Su Yan looked at the person outside the door, who was none other than Song Zhuo's attendant, Zi Qian, and said, "It's you."

Ziqian wasn't in the guest room where the incident occurred, so he didn't know that Su Yan was the 'Aunt Su'. Especially after seeing her appearance, he was so amazed that he couldn't connect the two of them.

"Miss Su?"

"Let's go."

Ziqian led the way, bringing Su Yan to Song Zhuo's carriage.

"Get in the car," Song Zhuo said to Su Yan, lifting the car window curtain before pulling it back down.

Su Yan glanced at Zi Qian, who had prepared a footstool for her, paused for a moment, and then got into the carriage.

Once inside the carriage, it was spacious, like a small, exquisitely luxurious room. Song Zhuo sat on a chaise lounge, leaning against an embroidered cushion, holding a thick file in his hand, looking at it with a slight frown.

"Let's go back to the Duke's mansion first," Song Zhuo said without looking up.

"Yes," Ziqian replied.

The carriage moved slowly forward.

Su Yan sat down opposite Song Zhuo and reached for an orange from the fruit plate on the side table.

It wasn't sweet, and it was even a bit sour. It wasn't nearly as delicious as the tangerines that Zhu Sanlang had specially cultivated for her. It was a pity she hadn't brought her spatial ring; she had stored a lot of them inside.

"Do you want some?" Su Yan ate two pieces and really couldn't eat anymore. It's true that it's hard to go from being a picky eater to being frugal.

Song Zhuo glanced at the orange she had left uneaten. "You can throw it away if you don't like it."

"It's such a waste to throw them away. The fruit farmers worked so hard to grow them. Here, open your mouth and enjoy." Su Yan peeled the remaining oranges and held them to his lips.

Song Zhuo looked at her hands with disdain.

Su Yan understood what he meant, and suddenly clenched her fist. The orange turned into orange juice, dripping onto his purple-ochre official robe with the crane emblem.

"You!" Song Zhuo frowned. "How dare you!"

"Let me tell you, I came here to quell my anger." Su Yan took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her hands. "As for why, you'll find out later. For now, you'd better..."

The sound stopped suddenly!

Su Yan's slender neck was gripped by a long, strong, pale hand, and a cold, intimidating voice said, "You'd better tell me honestly who you are and why you've come to find me."

Su Yan smiled slightly, "You've already broken down? I thought you were so good at holding back."

The hand gripping her neck slowly tightened... as if warning her not to provoke him again!

“You’ve been teetering between the death penalty and a suspended death sentence! You’re quite something!” Su Yan looked at Song Zhuo with a smile.

Song Zhuo stared intently at her, seeing that she remained calm and could continue to threaten him, as if she had some trump card he didn't know about that made her so confident.

He slowly released his grip. "Who exactly are you?"

"You called me 'Auntie,' say it again and I'll tell you." Su Yan touched her neck.

Song Zhuo looked at the slender, snow-white neck where he had pinched her, leaving red marks. "Just because of this, you hold such a grudge?"

Su Yan nodded, "That's right, I'm very petty and can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection."

"My lord, we have arrived at the Duke's mansion," Ziqian replied, stopping the carriage.

Song Zhuo said to Su Yan, "Get out of the carriage."

"what?"

"You will remain at the Duke's residence for the time being."

"I'm perfectly content staying at the inn, why should I stay at your Duke's mansion?" Su Yan said, then stood up.

Suddenly the carriage moved, and she lost her balance and crashed into the carriage... but ended up in an embrace that exuded the fragrance of sandalwood.

Song Zhuo acted quickly and pulled her into his arms.

Su Yan froze, then looked up at him.

Song Zhuo's gaze also fell on her face, and suddenly... the face that had been vague in his mind became clear with distinct features, it was her!

"It's you!" His deep, dark eyes lit up instantly.

Su Yan was puzzled.

Song Zhuo closed his eyes, "Su Yan..."

"Hmm." Su Yan looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Song Zhuo's hands suddenly tightened, locking her waist.

Su Yan could sense that he was trying his best to hold back something. "Let go, it hurts!"

Song Zhuo slowly released her waist. "Let's go down first."

Su Yan rubbed her waist, "You were so rough, you hurt me."

“…I’m sorry.” Song Zhuo looked at her, his gaze complex and confused, before finally settling into a resolute expression.

Su Yan ignored him and turned to leave the carriage.

As soon as I opened the car door, I saw Ziqian's unnaturally flushed face... Thinking about what she and Song Zhuo had said, it did indeed make people think of something ambiguous.

Outside the carriage, a woman dressed in magnificent and elegant attire looked at her with a pale face.

Her delicate and beautiful features bear a striking resemblance to Su Yan.

Su Yan looked down at the woman, then lightly jumped off the carriage and walked back the way she came.

She was going back to the inn, but Jian had returned sometime earlier than she knew.

"Where are you going?" Song Zhuo also got off the carriage, caught up with Su Yan in a few steps, and grabbed her arm.

Su Yan replied, "I'm going back to the inn."

“I told you, you must stay in the Duke’s mansion.” Song Zhuo stared at her face.

Su Yan looked at Lin Wanyang, "That's your wife, right? Did you see her expression? You've made her feel uneasy."

“She is not my wife,” Song Zhuo denied directly.

"Not your wife?" Su Yan asked in surprise, but Lin Wanyang's elegant and luxurious attire made her look like a duke's wife.

Ziqian replied, "This is the concubine of the Duke of Song's mansion."

A concubine is a high-ranking concubine, not a principal wife.

The Duke of Song's mansion had no principal wife, and Lin Wanyang managed all the household affairs. Outsiders and servants alike addressed Lin Wanyang as "Madam," a flattering and prestigious title.

Lin Wanyang lowered her head, concealing all her pale and shocked expression, and curtsied to Song Zhuo, "This concubine welcomes the Duke back to the manor. And who is this younger sister?"

"Su Yan, arrange for her to enter the manor and stay in... Danqing Courtyard." Song Zhuo slowly released Su Yan's arm.

Su Yan glanced at him and continued walking forward, showing no interest in his Duke's mansion.

"Su Yan! Either enter the Duke's mansion, or come with me to the Dali Temple." Song Zhuo couldn't explain why, but ever since that face became clear and turned into Su Yan's, his heart felt as if it were bound by something!

Her few steps felt like they were treading on his heart, causing waves of stinging and burning pain, making it hard to even breathe!

"Go to Dali Temple?" Su Yan thought of the painting and vase at the inn. "Then give me the painting and vase, and I'll go with you."

“Okay,” Song Zhuo replied, as long as she stayed.