Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

He Yuanjian was shocked and saw Song Jinyue nodding and confirmed again.

Only then did he feel convinced that what she said was true and she was not lying to him casually.

"Sister Yue, my eldest sister and I are just because there is a trace of you in her eyebrows. Are you really unwilling to forgive me? There is only one person in my heart!" He Yuanzhen's voice was filled with emotion.

hoarse.

He tried to retain the girl in front of him.

Song Jinyue raised her eyes to look at He Yuanjie and couldn't help but sneer: "You really haven't changed at all, you only make excuses for yourself in everything!"

The matter has reached this point, and there is really no room for concession.

He Yuanzhen's expression was extremely cold. This was the first time Song Jinyue saw him look like this.

"Today, I came to see Your Highness just because I wanted to have a good talk with Your Highness. Let's get together and part ways. This breakup should not be too embarrassing. After all, my aunt is raising you, and I don't want my aunt to suffer because of us.

It’s a waste of time.”

Speaking of her aunt, Song Jinyue rarely showed a trace of tenderness on her face.

"Sister Yue, I will never agree to break off the engagement. Just give up on this!" He Yuan's face glowed with a cold light.

The moonlight falling on him also made people feel chilly when they looked at it.

"He Yuanjie, you are always so hypocritical on the surface, but in fact you are extremely selfish at heart. You said you don't want to break off the engagement, but what is your purpose of marrying me? Don't talk to me about your deep feelings."

Seeing that he was still so stubborn, Song Jinyue completely burst out the suppressed anger in her heart, raised her head, looked directly at He Yuanjie, and said coldly and sarcastically: "You only married me for the power of the Duke's Palace and the Tongzhang Palace.

, there has never been a word of truth to me in your heart, the white moonlight in your heart has never been me! It is Song Jinxi!"

He Yuanzhen had never seen Song Jinyue roaring so hysterically, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"no……"

"It's not what? Isn't it that Song Jinxi's eyebrows are similar to mine? Isn't it that you married me for the power behind me?" Song Jinyue pressed forward step by step.

He Yuanjie, who used to be as gentle as jade, turned pale for a moment.

Over the years, his disguise has never been spied upon.

Now, Song Jinyue actually pulled the mask off his face, making him angry for a moment, "So what? Which of the descendants of the Tian family doesn't have three wives and four concubines?"

"Haha..." Song Jinyue's lips were full of sarcasm. In his previous life, before she died, he also told her, "There is no such thing as family affection in the Tian family."

On the lake under the Qingzhu Bridge, the thin layer of ice was scattered with moonlight, and the surroundings were dead silent. Only the biting cold wind made the bamboo forest beside the bridge crackle.

"Brother Yuan frame."

He Yuanzhen was slightly stunned and looked at Song Jinyue.

Her eyes were red, and her voice was gentle, "Actually, I really, really liked you in the past."

Song Jinyue murmured, "But in the end, it was just wishful thinking on my part..."

She seemed to be telling the past for another self.

Even though she loved him wholeheartedly in her previous life, there was no strong love between them. Thinking about it, He Yuanzhen didn't like her from the beginning, but she just misunderstood his feelings.

"Yue'er..." This time, he called her Yue'er, not Sister Yue. Looking at the small group of people in the past, now standing in front of him, her previous childishness and ignorance had long since faded away.

His heart sank for a moment, but when he looked at Song Jinyue again, there was an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

"Since you care so much about Song Jinxi, I will make it happen for both of you. Why are you still clinging to the engagement? She is still a young lady from the Duke's Mansion after all. You care about the Zhang Mansion, as long as you treat her wholeheartedly and kindly.

Aunt, how could the Zhang family ever ignore you?"

She was still talking, but her eyes never fell on He Yuanzhen.

"I've already finished what I want to say. Tomorrow is the Queen Mother's birthday, so you should go back early." After saying this, Song Jinyue turned around and walked away from He Yuanzhen.

He wanted to call out, but he opened his mouth and no words came out for a long time.

Finally, he watched the figure disappear into the night.

Song Jinyue was confused and her steps were stiff.

She didn't know how she walked down the Qingzhu Bridge step by step. She didn't know when the dew got on her cheeks? Or was it her tears?

She couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Since her rebirth, for some unknown reason, she suddenly lost control in front of He Yuanzhen today. The hatred and anger in her heart finally mixed with some of the deep love of the girl in her previous life.

Even if she hides it.

Those once beating hearts finally really happened.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

The love of the past has finally disappeared without a trace along with the biting cold wind tonight.

That sweetheart was finally completely relieved.

Qiu Yun helped her young lady to go to the Duke's Mansion.

She didn't dare to ask any more questions. The young lady's pale face had already explained everything.

Qiu Yun knocked on the back door, and Aunt Shen quickly opened the back door, saluted, and then watched the two of them leave.

After returning to Mingzhuxuan and entering the back room, Qiu Yun brought hot water for her young lady to freshen up.

Song Jinyue took the handkerchief and cleaned it. She couldn't help but ask: "Qiu Yun, where are the things?"

Qiu Yun couldn't remember for a moment what her young lady was talking about. When she came back to her senses, she remembered that she was probably talking about the green plum purse and handkerchief she had made earlier.

He said repeatedly: "Look at me, slave, I have forgotten what the young lady told me."

Qiu Yun looked annoyed and hurriedly turned around to find what her young lady was talking about.

The embroidered purse was placed on the table.

The tea-making stove was still placed under the window sill.

Now the charcoal fire in the stove has long been extinguished, and there is only a shallow layer of water left in the teapot.

Qiu Yun took the purse from the table and went to the window sill to bring the teapot.

Song Jinyue has now finished washing and changed her clothes.

Qiu Yun put the things on the desk in front of the bed, and Song Jinyue leaned over.

She lifted the lid with her slender fingers and placed the brown ceramic lid on the table. She leaned closer to the mouth of the pot and looked inside.

I saw that the green plums that were bright and bright before had now turned into shriveled pickled plums.

A strong sour aroma hit my face, the strong smell was pungent and spicy.

Song Jinyue couldn't help but frowned and held her breath.

Qiu Yun handed over a pair of chopsticks, Song Jinyue took them, and took a light blue handkerchief to cover the tip of her nose.

She took a deep breath, and then used chopsticks to take out the dark purple handkerchief that she had thrown in earlier.

Perhaps it's because the veil is darker in color, but I can't see any unusual color now.

Song Jinyue leaned forward and moved her nose slightly. The strong sour smell in the teapot before was now only more than half left on the handkerchief.

Song Jinyue walked to the bookcase with the handkerchief and took the brush off the shelf with one hand.

Then he hung the veil on the bookshelf to dry.

"It will almost be ready to dry tomorrow." Song Jinyue murmured.

Qiu Yun lowered her head and looked at the handkerchief, and nodded in agreement.