Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

This Guanyin Temple is actually not big, it is about the same size as the second-largest house in the capital.

Mrs. Shen took her daughter to the Guanyin statue, knelt on the futon, prayed sincerely and then bowed.

Song Jinyue stood behind Mother Shen and her daughter, clasping her hands together, bending down and bowing.

He never knelt down.

Listening carefully to the movements of Mrs. Shen and her eldest sister Song Jinxi, she heard the two of them getting up. She then opened her eyes. Seeing that she had not knelt down, Mrs. Shen sighed, holding her daughter's hand and walking out of the Guanyin Temple.

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Song Jinyue didn't stay any longer and followed him out.

"Yue'er, it's not what your mother told you, but today you are praying for your father. How come you don't know how to kneel down and pray for your father?"

"Or do you hold a grudge in your heart that your father sent you to Yunquan Villa for five years?"

Mrs. Shen had a motherly heart and taught earnestly, without any intention of lowering her voice.

I saw the women and girls around me who had come to the temple to pray for blessings secretly looking at them.

She stared at Song Jinxi coldly.

She shook her head slightly, pushed Qiu Yun away gently, turned to look at Shen and her daughter, and saw the two hugging each other, but there was no trace of panic in her eyes.

This is not an official road, but a small road.

"Back to Madam, I said that the official road was blocked by official envoys, so the coachman took the small road back to the city."

There was also the brutal sound of killing.

There was a violent sound of swords clashing outside.

It's radiant and a bit charming.

Song Jinyue smiled lightly and said casually: "Sister, I'm not a ferocious beast. You don't have to be like this. I won't eat you."

Song Jinyue turned sideways and opened the car curtain beside her. Although she was not familiar with this road, she could easily tell the clues at a glance.

Everything around her has fallen into her ears and eyes.

"yes."

Mrs. Shen hugged her daughter and never spoke to Song Jinyue.

Song Jinyue looked at Shen and her eldest sister Song Jinxi, bowed slightly, and then sat down next to Song Jinxi.

Mrs. Shen expected that she was just asking casually, but this little bitch actually said these words.

On the way out of the city, Song Jinyue calculated that the journey would only take an hour.

His eyes were full of helplessness.

This uneasy premonition was gradually confirmed as the carriage began to shake violently.

After seeing the situation clearly, he lowered the car curtain, approached the young lady, and whispered: "Miss, Song Zhi and Song Qing are protecting her with their people one after the other."

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Shen felt bad in her heart.

Suddenly he sat next to Song Jinxi, holding Song Jinxi's arm tightly with both hands.

Song Jinxi snorted softly and glanced sideways, but ignored her.

Mrs. Shen secretly glared at Song Jinyue, then led her daughter Song Jinxi out of the Guanyin Temple and hurriedly got into the carriage.

Mrs. Shen looked at Song Jinyue with disdain in her eyes.

It was as if he were avoiding some savage beast.

Each one was breathless, leaving only a cold corpse.

"Although you were just my father's wife before, but after my mother passed away, my father married you into the family just a few months later. This made all the grievances you have suffered as a wife all these years. Is it possible that my mother just can't tolerate it?"

My stepdaughter?”

"Mother, how do you know that your daughter has never prayed for her father? Although I am not your biological child, you are also the step-in-law of your father who married into a noble family."

Song Jinyue's pupils gradually dilated, and her face was pale without a trace of blood. She remembered the tragic scene of the palace coup, where her loved ones died tragically in a pool of blood.

Song Jinyue finally felt relieved a little.

She became more and more suspicious that Mr. Shen had arranged a big gift for her on the way.

"what are you up to!"

Everyone thought that Song Jinyue was going to do something to Shen and her daughter, but Song Jinyue just chuckled disdainfully.

The soft, low and somewhat trembling voice gradually pulled her eyes back.

Song Jinyue sneered, and she didn't know where she got the strength to push away Nanny Zhao who was blocking Shen and her daughter.

She then followed Shen out of the Guanyin Temple and climbed into the carriage of Shen and his daughter.

It's so good, why is the official road suddenly closed today?

As she speculated in her heart, a sense of uneasiness gradually emerged in her heart.

But after a moment, Aunt Zhao turned back.

Come to think of it, this stepmother is not a kind person.

"Why are you panicking, mother? My daughter just wants to protect her eldest sister. After all, the dragon and grandson in her belly are the most important thing."

The dilated pupils gradually became clear and bright.

Song Jinyue bowed to everyone and smiled innocently, like a red plum blooming in winter.

She didn't pause for a moment, and her words were like sharp knives.

We took the official road and the road was smooth.

At this time, the women in the Guanyin Temple all looked at Mrs. Shen with strange eyes.

Song Jinyue smiled calmly.

In the carriage, Song Jinxi was sitting next to Mrs. Shen. She seemed to be whispering something to Mrs. Shen just now. When they saw Song Jinyue opening the curtain and entering, the mother and daughter stopped talking.

Mrs. Shen couldn't help but frown. Song Jinxi saw her approaching step by step like a secret Shura. Uneasiness and panic gradually surged in her heart. She huddled in her mother's arms and could only secretly take a look at this once well-behaved and gentle second sister.

Outside the carriage, some people were wailing, some were crying, and some were whimpering...

Why did he suddenly change the road and go back to the city?

But when she saw her young lady, she immediately ignored her own fear and hurriedly held her young lady in her arms, murmuring in her mouth, "Miss, you are not afraid, you are not afraid. You have a maid to protect you, so don't be afraid."

As Aunt Zhao shouted to the driver, the carriage started slowly.

But Song Jinyue never relaxed her mind. She glanced at Qiu Yun and told her to cheer up.

Mrs. Shen seemed to sense Song Jinyue's doubts. She looked at Aunt Zhao on the side and ordered: "Aunt Zhao, go and ask what's going on."

The calm appearance of Shen and her daughter made her more and more uneasy, but she didn't know whether the twenty guards of the Duke's Mansion were reliable.

She glanced at Qiu Yun, and Qiu Yun understood. She stretched out her neck and looked in front and back of the carriage.

There was a hint of displeasure in Shen's voice. Aunt Zhao protected Shen and her daughter behind her, but she did not dare to look directly at the second young lady.

Song Jinyue walked toward the two of them step by step with a cold face.

Qiu Yun shrank her neck in fear and her body trembled uncontrollably.

As soon as she sat down, Song Jinxi moved her body to Shen's side.

There are many twists and turns in this, and because of Song Jinyue's short data, everyone naturally guessed a thing or two.

But on the way back, the carriage was obviously bumpy.

Do the Shens and their daughters want to kill her? Then before she dies, she will definitely ask Song Jinxi to support her!

Song Jinyue took off a golden hairpin from her bun and held it firmly in her hand.

Song Jinxi's body was shaking violently. She looked at her mother in panic, wanting to ask for help.

Mrs. Shen wanted to push away Song Jinyue's hand that was tightly grabbing her daughter's arm.

Suddenly, Song Jinyue's face turned cold and she looked at Mrs. Shen. The sunlight filtered through the car curtain and fell on the golden hairpin she held tightly in her hand. Song Jinyue shook the golden hairpin and her tone was full of ridicule, "Mom, please don't move. If

It would be bad if I accidentally hurt my eldest sister."