After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 64 The Origin of Shubai

Yan Shubai’s mother?

Song Jiuxi had never seen her since she came to the Duke of Yan's Palace. She was the first wife of the Duke of Yan, but she never cared about the affairs of the Duke of Yan's Palace, so that the head wife of the Duke of Yan's Palace became the second wife.

Song Jiuxi didn't know anything about Mrs. Yan except that she lived in the side courtyard of the Duke of Yan's mansion, kept green lanterns on ancient Buddhas all year round, and ignored secular affairs.

Song Jiuxi asked hesitantly: "What is the relationship between your mother and Taoist Baiyun? You are her son, and she..."

Song Jiuxi couldn't tell what she was going to say next. Thinking of Duke Yan's attitude towards Yan Shubai, she had already guessed that no one in the mansion had true feelings for Yan Shubai.

So what if she was her biological mother? Song Wenzhi was still her biological father, but he didn't care about her life or death at all.

Now that Yan Shubai is about to die, Mrs. Yan has not come out to care or worry. One can imagine her attitude towards Yan Shubai.

Yan Shubai said nonchalantly: "Taoist Master Baiyun used to like my mother, but he hated my father Yan Herong because Yan Herong married my mother. He has always liked my mother for so many years, but my mother doesn't like me.

I hope I die as soon as possible, how could he save me."

Yan Shubai had a calm expression when he said this, as if he was saying something ordinary.

Song Jiuxi didn't know how to comfort her. Besides, she felt that her father didn't care for her mother and she didn't love her. People who haven't experienced it wouldn't be able to comfort others.

Now if someone advises her to treat Song Wenzhi like a father, she will cut off his tongue with a sword.

Song Jiuxi said: "Since we know that someone can solve it and that person is there, it is not difficult to solve it."

"The only person who cares about me most in this world is my wife." Yan Shubai said this in his usual joking tone. His peach blossom eyes were bent, but the bottom of his eyes were deep and dark, hiding obscure emotions.

Song Jiuxi couldn't understand for a moment, thinking that Yan Shubai was quite pitiful, so he never pulled back the hand he held.

Yan Shubai pinched Song Jiuxi's white and tender fingers, thinking that the little girl was quite soft-hearted.

It's just that he couldn't bear to take advantage of the little girl's soft-heartedness to draw their relationship closer, so he just used her current soft-heartedness to hold her hand for a while.

Song Jiuxi felt that Yan Shubai's mood should have calmed down, so he withdrew his hand and turned around without noticing the regret in Yan Shubai's eyes.

Song Jiuxi turned around and saw Aunt Qing standing behind them. She didn't think much and ordered the kitchen to start cooking.

In the evening, when Song Jiuxi was learning medical skills from Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing suddenly said: "Miss... your relationship with General Yan seems to have gotten much better now."

"Yes, we have a cooperative relationship now. With the identity of Mrs. Yan Shubai, it will be more convenient for me to do things."

"Oh." Aunt Qing nodded worriedly. Thinking of the way she saw Yan Shubai holding the young lady's hand, she always felt something was wrong.

"Miss, sooner or later the poison of Qishangxue in General Yan's body will be..."

"Hmm..." Song Jiuxi knew what Aunt Qing meant, but when she thought of this, she wanted to check the medical books again to see if she could find another way to solve Qishuangxue.

Aunt Qing saw that Song Jiuxi was immersed in the medical book again, and swallowed the rest of the words.

Song Jiuxi asked Fu Chenyun to stare at Taoist Priest Baiyun and then at Duan Wang's people, asking them not to take action for the time being.

Since Taoist Master Baiyun is very powerful in martial arts, the people they sent last time could not touch him, so even if they go again now, they will return in vain.

Fang Long was sent to her to keep an eye on Song Wanwan. When Fang Long said that Song Wanwan had been locked in her room crying these past few days, Song Jiuxi felt more relieved.

Song Jiuxi didn't mind letting Song Wanwan know that Fang Long was already hers. However, Song Jiuxi wanted to send someone to check the Qiu family in Yongzhou, but Yan Shubai told her that he had already done this.

Let Duan Chang do it.

Song Jiuxi still believed in Yan Shubai's ability, so he temporarily let go of the matter.

That day, a little maid suddenly came to the yard and said that Yan Yuening invited her to have afternoon tea.

Song Jiuxi raised his eyebrows and stared at the little maid with a half-smile. "Your lady invites me to have afternoon tea?"

"Yes, yes, young lady, young madam, our young lady is waiting for you in the garden pavilion." The little maid looked into Song Jiuxi's cold eyes, and suddenly she couldn't say anything.

Song Jiuxi was surprised that Yan Yuening would come to invite her. There was no friendship between her and Yan Yuening, and even if they were, it would be a bad friendship.

But Song Jiuxi didn't intend to accept it. "If I don't go, I don't have time."

The little maid said anxiously: "Our lady said that if the young lady goes, she will tell you something about Young Master Sun..."

Song Jiuxi's brows furrowed. What did Yan Yuening want to do? In order to invite her over, he wanted to whet her appetite with Yan Shubai's story.

Although Song Jiuxi didn't want to know about Yan Shubai through this method, she did want to know Yan Yuening's purpose.

Song Jiuxi followed the little maid to the garden pavilion. Although the garden of Yan Mansion was not as majestic as the royal garden, it had a different elegance.

Yan Yuening set up a tea stove in the pavilion and placed a few tea cups on the table. Apart from Yan Yuening, there was no one else.

Song Jiuxi walked over, and Yan Yuening stood up and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law is here."

Song Jiuxi sat down, and Yan Yuening ordered the maid next to her to make tea for them.

Yan Yuening said: "Sister-in-law, these are the plum blossoms I picked at the beginning of this year. Now they are dried and used to make tea. Sister-in-law, try them."

As Yan Yuening spoke, she brought a cup of brewed tea to Song Jiuxi. Song Jiuxi lowered his eyes and looked at the plum blossom floating on the tea soup, with a cold look in his eyes.

She raised her head and asked suddenly: "You said you wanted to tell me something about Yan Shubai, what was it?"

Yan Yuening said: "Sister-in-law, drink tea first, and after that we will chat slowly."

Song Jiuxi rubbed her fingers on the edge of the tea cup, then raised her lips and said, "I want to drink it after listening, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to drink the tea."

Yan Yuening's face stiffened, and a trace of irritation flashed in her eyes, but then she still said: "What I want to tell my sister-in-law is about my eldest aunt and my eldest brother. Does my sister-in-law not care about my eldest brother's life experience?"

"Sister-in-law, don't you want to know why my eldest aunt has never seen my eldest brother and why my eldest uncle has never cared about my eldest brother for so many years?"

After Yan Yuening finished speaking, she waited for Song Jiuxi's reaction. She didn't believe that Song Jiuxi didn't notice the attitude of the people in the house towards Yan Shubai during this period.

She waited for Song Jiuxi to ask her, but Song Jiuxi looked cold. He neither answered her nor seemed to be interested in asking her.

Yan Yuening gritted her teeth and glanced at the cup of tea in Song Jiuxi's hand. Then she said: "Sister-in-law, you may not know that you just got married, brother..."

She lowered her voice and leaned into Song Jiuxi's ear, saying in a contemptuous and sneer voice: "...not the uncle's son."

As soon as these words came out, Song Jiuxi raised his eyebrows.

Yan Yuening sat back and said with a sneer: "Sister-in-law, I didn't lie to you. This is something everyone in the house knows."

(End of chapter)