Daughter Reborn as the Head of the Family

Song Jinyue gasped for air. After a while, the turbulence in her stomach was gradually suppressed.

She slowly squatted down while holding on to the rockery. At some point, dense drops of water appeared on her forehead, and her palm-sized face was pale and without a trace of blood.

The whole person seemed to have no energy at all, and his sickly appearance made people feel a little heartbroken.

She only felt that her feet were numb and weak. If she hadn't been holding on to the rockery, she might have fallen to the ground and passed out.

When Qiu Yun returned to Mingzhuxuan, she didn't see her young lady returning, so she walked towards the eldest lady's yard to look for her young lady.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into him on the way, squatting on the ground with a frighteningly pale face. Qiu Yun hurriedly ran over.

She knelt down and supported her young lady's arm. She frowned and asked, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you want a doctor to come and take a look?"

Song Jinyue weakly raised her head to look at the person who came, and then realized that it was her girl Qiu Yun who came. She slowly raised her already weak hand, shook it slightly, and pulled her lips, trying to squeeze out

A smile comes.

But in the end, I didn’t have any strength, and I was so angry that I said, “It’s okay, I’ll just take it easy.”

No matter how much she said, she didn't have the strength to say it anymore.

The bout of vomiting just now made her feel as if she had vomited out all her soul.

Maybe it was because of the sisterly love they played with Song Jinxi that she was disgusted.

"But miss..." Qiu Yun was still a little worried about her miss.

Song Jinyue could only wave her hands feebly, and Qiu Yun had to support her young lady as she walked slowly down the corridor step by step.

After sitting down, Song Jinyue's face gradually turned a little red.

It's just that my breathing is still a little short.

After slowing down for a while, Song Jinyue took Qiu Yun's hand and stood up slowly, holding Qiu Yun's hand on the handwriting to destroy the masterpiece selection.

Grandma Yuan saw Song Jingyue coming back with a pale face. She quickly looked at Qiu Yun and asked, "What's wrong with the second lady?"

Qiu Yun shook her head, looking at a loss.

Grandma Yuan frowned, and stepped forward to help Song Jinyue to the bed with Qiu Yun, and then tucked her into the bed, and then took Qiu Yun outside to ask questions.

"Qiu Yun, what happened to the second young lady?" Grandma Yuan asked Qiu Yun's arm.

Qiu Yun was so anxious that she almost cried, but she really didn't know what happened to the young lady, so she could only explain what happened in the eldest lady's courtyard.

"Later, I bumped into the young lady in the garden. At that time, the young lady was squatting on the ground without any strength."

Aunt Yuan stopped asking any more questions and told Qiu Yun, "You stay here and guard the second young lady while I cook some ginger soup. When the second young lady wakes up later, I will drink it while it is hot to dispel the cold."

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"Okay." Qiu Yun nodded in agreement.

When Song Jinyue woke up, it was already dark. Aunt Yuan hurriedly went to bring the ginger soup that was hot on the stove. Qiu Yun helped Song Jinyue sit up.

Song Jinyue looked at the cautious appearance of the two of them and said with some humor: "There is no need to be so cautious. I'm fine now."

"Second Miss, it's cold outside, so you should drink this ginger soup to dispel the cold first, otherwise you might have a fever at night." Grandma Yuan advised, but she still served Song Jinyue herself to eat the ginger soup.

When the bowl of ginger soup reached the bottom, Grandma Yuan gave up.

Song Jinyue lay down again and rested for a while.

When she got up again, Nanny Yuan had already laid out the food.

Song Jinyue put on a big cloak, got up and walked to the table. Grandma Yuan prepared hot porridge, some side dishes, and a bowl of hot chicken soup.

Song Jinyue had eaten and drank enough and watched Grandma Yuan clearing away the dishes herself.

She asked casually: "Mom, are you ready with the paper money to send to Imperial Physician Xu's house?"

While clearing the table, Grandma Yuan replied: "Second Miss, don't worry, it's already prepared."

Only then did she feel at ease.

At night, perhaps because of the ginger soup, Song Jinyue did not have a fever. Although her body was tired and weak, it was still late at night.

Early the next morning, the sound of suona playing on the street reached Song Jinyue's ears across the long corridor.

Feeling a little depressed, she opened the window and sat under the window coffin to breathe in the cold fresh air outside.

Let the suona, gongs and drums sound one after another.

Listening to the sound of the suona gradually receding, I thought that the coffin of Imperial Physician Xu had already passed the Duke's Mansion.

Song Jinyue rarely went out today.

But she still sent Qiu Yun out to find out about Xu Mansion.

I heard that the funeral ceremony of Imperial Doctor Xu was all in order, and there were quite a few wealthy people who came to express their condolences.

Mrs. Xu planned to leave the capital with her two children in three days. When she arrived in the countryside, she invited a mage to treat Dr. Xu for seven days.

Although there were some comments from outsiders, in the end the Holy Spirit had no involvement in this matter.

The death of Imperial Physician Xu, surrounded by a heavy fog, seemed to gradually dissipate in the streets and alleys of the capital, as if Imperial Physician Xu had never existed in this world.

Duke Guo of Song went to Xu Mansion alone today to express his condolences.

The Duke's mansion was extremely busy today, and the maids' faces were all beaming with joy, as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Except for the red lanterns hanging on the main gate of the Duke's Mansion, tall red lanterns are hung in various courtyards and under the corridors of the mansion, with large "囍" characters embossed on them with gold foil, and the black-lacquered corridor columns are also covered with bright red silk

Give the package a thick layer.

The maids all had a bright red, light purple, or bright red flower in their hairpins.

Even the ancestral hall of the Duke's Mansion was tidied up by the stewards and others.

Mrs. Song turned her back and cursed a few words secretly, but did not make any fuss. When Manager Song led the people out of the ancestral hall, Mrs. Song was still kneeling on the futon and chanting sutras.

Like a devout believer, he is untainted by the secular world and has no desires or desires.

Song Jinyue looked at the maids cowering at the door of Mingzhuxuan, holding bright red satin and red lanterns in their hands, and did not dare to step forward.

"Qiu Yun, let them come in and arrange the arrangements." Song Jinyue didn't want to make a fuss over this matter.

Not guilty either.

My father wants to show respect to his new aunt, so let him go.

Qiu Yun took her lady's instructions and went to the door to explain to everyone. Everyone was very grateful.

Taking the things, he quickly completed the decoration of Mingzhuxuan, not daring to stay any longer, and saluted in the direction of Song Jinyue from a distance, before retreating.

The bright red satin and the bright red lantern looked a bit dazzling.

Song Jinyue simply closed the doors and windows and sat in front of the desk writing copybooks.

When Duke Guo of Song returned home, he saw the efficiency of Manager Song and naturally praised him again.

Because Shen was still in prison, Song Guogong did not think about bringing her back or going to Mr. Wang to intercede.

The Duke of Song Dynasty did not entertain guests at a grand banquet, but only invited a few old friends.

There were only three or two tables set up.

On the second day, festive gongs and drums accompanied by lively firecrackers made the atmosphere extremely lively.