Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

Chapter 47 Abacus

Nowadays, although the little grandmother is a guest, she is still an elder. It is difficult for Shen to treat Qiao, so she has to go to Mrs. Song to say hello. If Mrs. Song knows her dignity, she will refuse to bother Shen to come to say hello early in the morning.

But who is Mrs. Song?

Returning to the capital has been her wish for many years. How could she be willing to submit to the Shen family if she could return to the Duke's palace?

He must take this opportunity to learn from Mr. Shen.

"Let's go to the little grandmother's courtyard, and we just happened to go to greet the little grandmother." Song Jinyue said lightly.

Taking Qiu Yun, she went straight to Mrs. Song's courtyard.

In fact, she just wanted to see Shen's joke.

When they finally arrived at Mrs. Song's courtyard, they saw Mrs. Shen and her mother-in-law and maidservants waiting under the corridor in the courtyard. When Aunt Zhao saw her coming, her expression tightened and she glanced at the main room.

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He called out in a raised voice: "Second Miss, why are you here?"

Song Jinyue looked at her and realized that Aunt Zhao was really considerate.

When they reached the door, Nanny Zhao had already come forward and blocked her in front of her, saying: "Second Miss, the old lady is chatting with the madam about something important. I have ordered all the old slaves to stay outside..."

The implication was that he refused to let her in.

Song Jinyue raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone, "Oh? Haven't you finished yet? I heard that mother has already made two cups of tea."

Aunt Zhao listened and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. She just smiled and didn't move her body at all.

"Let the second girl come in."

While several people were in a stalemate, Mrs. Song's voice came from inside.

Aunt Zhao had no choice but to reply with a respectful "yes", opened the door curtain herself, and bowed her body to invite Song Jinyue into the house.

Qiu Yun originally wanted to go in with her young lady, but Nanny Zhao grabbed Qiu Yun's arm and said: "The old lady only said that the second young lady should go in alone, and you wait outside!"

Qiu Yun became a little anxious, but her own lady gave her a signal to stay outside with peace of mind, so she gave up.

Song Jinyue turned around and walked towards the house.

The Chunshou Hall where the old lady lived was originally the courtyard of my grandmother's second bedroom. The black lacquered tables and chairs inside were all the original layout. However, after my grandmother's shocking behavior, my father hated the courtyard of the second bedroom.

Therefore, this courtyard has been abandoned. Now Shen ordered people to clean up the original courtyard of the second house.

The jade bonsai ornaments placed on the tables and Duobaoge shelves in the house were all newly moved by Shen from the warehouse.

Although it is valuable, compared with the ornaments in Shen and Song Jinyue's houses, they are vastly inferior.

The doors and windows inside the house were closed, and red-hot charcoal pots were placed at the four corners.

A heat wave hit, making Song Jinyue's head feel a little heavy.

Mrs. Song was sitting on the main seat, and Mrs. Shen was sitting at the bottom, drinking tea from a white porcelain tea cup. However, she had never seen her eldest sister Song Jinxi.

"Little grandmother, mother."

Song Jinyue bowed respectfully.

"Come and sit next to my little grandma." Mrs. Song smiled kindly and waved her hand, motioning for her to come over.

Song Jinyue moved lightly to the soft couch in front of her little grandmother's seat. Mrs. Song took her hand and sat down, "I was just talking to your mother about you, and you came right now. It just so happens that I want to talk to you too."

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Mrs. Song's smile gradually deepened, and she looked amiable.

Song Jinyue just acted obediently and listened carefully.

"Your cousin will arrive in the capital today. She has a weak temperament and cannot be put on the stage. Can you please pay more attention to her in the future?"

Mrs. Song compared her biological granddaughter in this way so that Song Jinyue would have no excuse to refuse.

"I wonder how my little grandma wants me to take care of her?" She still looks innocent. She has never seen that cousin in her past life and knows nothing about her character and preferences.

Now Mrs. Song's abacus has been guessed a little bit.

I guess he just wanted her to be a ladder for his direct granddaughter to climb up.

"I'm just thinking that one day you can take her out to a banquet so that she, who is from the country, can broaden her horizons." What Mrs. Song said was not revealing at all.

"good."

Perhaps he didn't expect her to answer so readily, and the smile on Mrs. Song's face froze.

Shen's expression also froze on her face.

I originally thought that this little bitch was unwilling. After all, with such a proud temperament, how could she become a ladder for others? But now...why did she agree?

Mrs. Song didn't speak like this in front of her just now.

Mrs. Song made her attitude clear and asked her to hold a banquet at the Duke's Mansion for her niece from the south of the Yangtze River. She invited noble ladies from the capital to the banquet to pave the way for her direct granddaughter.

Shen did not agree and only vaguely mentioned her status. She was now a high-ranking lady in the capital. Because the queen did not like her, General Zhang's palace did not like her.

Even though they wanted to be fawning, they only communicated in private.

There is no one who has a good relationship with her on the surface.

Now that she was asked to hold a banquet for her niece, Shen didn't have to think twice to know that no one would come.

But she couldn't refuse Mrs. Song directly, so she mentioned holding a banquet in the mansion, so she might as well let Song Jinyue take her out.

That status and identity are many times stronger than those in the mansion.

Mrs. Song just listened. Although she didn't agree, her face was not very good-looking. She just thought it was Mr. Shen who didn't want to give her face, so she looked at Mr. Shen coldly.

Fortunately, Song Jinyue is here, otherwise Mrs. Shen would really not know how to divert Mrs. Song's attention.

"This morning, when your father came to pay my respects, he happened to mention to me that Mr. Zhao from the Ministry of Civil Affairs was going to hold a fiftieth birthday party for Mrs. Zhao in the mansion in a few days. Then you can take your cousin with you.

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Mrs. Song came back to her senses and then spoke slowly.

Song Jinyue's eyes paused, Mr. Zhao from the staff department?

In the previous life, Mr. Zhao’s family did not celebrate Mrs. Zhao’s fiftieth birthday, so why do they want to celebrate it now?

"Then it all depends on the wishes of the little grandmother." Song Jinyue still answered obediently, but in her heart she was thinking about why her father mentioned to the little grandmother the fiftieth birthday of Mrs. Zhao of the Zhao family?

Mrs. Song was finally satisfied and let Shen go back, leaving Song Jinyue to chat about some family affairs.

Mrs. Shen stood up to say goodbye. After turning around, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and she stepped out of Mrs. Song's courtyard with a cold face.

Song Jinyue stayed with her little grandmother for half a cup of tea and then left.

He simply did not go to Mr. Shen to say hello, but went directly back to Mingzhuxuan.

After she changed her clothes, the maid came to tell her that her father had returned to the house with the fifth prince after leaving court. Now he had ordered a banquet to be prepared in the kitchen, and his father invited her to come and meet the guests.

Song Jinyue refused to go out to meet guests as she was suffering from cold and headache.

She also specially asked the small kitchen to prepare ginger soup for drinking.

Qiu Yun helped her young lady lie down on the soft couch, and took a thicker blanket to cover her.

The room was warm, and Song Jinyue fell asleep in a daze.

In her sleep, she was in a thick dark fog, unable to see her fingers, and there were horrified screams and screams from all around.

(End of chapter)