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Chapter 43: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (11)

Song Zhishu wasn't stupid; she naturally understood that if she continued to compete with Ning Xi, she would only be the one to lose.

"But Miss, don't we have Old Madam Ji backing us up? What are we afraid of?" When Yu'er voiced her question, Song Zhishu paused in her hand, holding the comb.

She smiled and shook her head, then stood up and patted her head, a pang of sadness rising in her heart: "Yu'er, you don't understand."

Yes, you don't understand, and I don't want you to understand. In the end, Grandma Ji is just using herself as a shield. When her grandson comes to cause trouble for her, she has to step in. How can an outsider compare to the grandson she raised herself?

No matter how you look at it, all Song Zhishu has left in this family is Yu'er. A bitter taste suddenly welled up in her mouth, and she didn't understand why she had come into this world.

Song Zhishu's trip to Ning Xi to collect a debt instantly became a hot topic in the capital.

Some people think she did the right thing. If a mistress of the house can't even manage a concubine, how can she have the face to manage her servants?

Some people felt it was wrong; no matter what, money is money, and a large house shouldn't even have such a small amount of class.

Almost overnight, Song Zhishu, who was already considered unfavored, was now also labeled as sharp-tongued and mean. However, she didn't care. It was just something for the idle villagers to do after dinner, and she didn't really care.

Regardless, the sun rose the next day.

"Miss, the weather is so nice today! Let's go fly a kite!" Yu'er excitedly pulled out an old kite from the bottom of her trunk, her smile full of childlike liveliness.

Song Zhishu paused for a moment, looking at the kite that was so worn out it resembled a neglected weed by the riverbank. Suddenly, she laughed and teased, "How many New Years has this kite been kept for?"

Yu'er pouted, her two little braids bobbing up and down, looking incredibly cute. She said stubbornly, "Of course! This was given to Yu'er by Miss when she was five years old. Yu'er must take good care of Miss's things!"

Song Zhishu was amused by her earnest tone. She put down her embroidery, nodded with a smile, and said, "If you don't want to go there, why don't you go to the mountain behind? The scenery there is beautiful."

When the two arrived, the sunlight was just right. It dappled across a grove of trees, casting shadows that covered Song Zhishu's smile. The bright smile was finally less formal and distant, and carried a touch of human warmth.

"Fly higher!" She raised her hand, gesturing to Yu'er, who was panting heavily.

Yu'er put her hands on her hips in anger, her red face and brows furrowed. She shoved the rope in her hand into Song Zhishu's hand in a huff, saying with a hint of arrogance, "Miss, you do it!" Song Zhishu pouted and muttered under her breath, "I'll do it then."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the slender thread could no longer conceal the turmoil, carrying the disheveled swallow away to who knows where.

"Miss!" Yu'er stamped her feet anxiously, her eyes brimming with tears. "That kite can't be lost! It was a gift from you!"

Song Zhishu quickly reassured him, "Alright, alright, shall we go down and look?"

Along the way, Yu'er didn't say a word, only focusing on finding the kite. Song Zhishu felt guilty and also searched diligently.

Finally, as evening fell, the river, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, shimmered with golden light. Just as Song Zhishu felt the scene was somewhat familiar, she suddenly cried out in delight, "Yu'er! Found it! Found it!"

The kite, with only half a string attached, was obediently hidden in the crevice of the rocks, waiting for its owner to arrive.