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No matter how I looked up and down, how I spoke, or how I made insinuations, Song's mother was still standing there unmoving, like the wind blowing from east to west and north.

I was a little discouraged, but leaned against the blue damask cushion with a cup of hot tea in a daze.

In the morning, the red lines dressed in red, the hairpin red flower appearance again burst into my mind for no reason.

Marry him as a wife and flirt with him as a concubine. After following Xue Lang, I didn't wear any more bright red. I even packed up my favorite peach-colored clothes.

It's not that I'm afraid to wear it, but that I feel sad. In the eyes of the world, I'm just a slut who doesn't know what justice and shame is, a slut who destroys people's families. Since I have already been crowned with such a name, why should I wear the redness of the official's office to express my shamelessness and lust everywhere?

Because of this, the clothes worn by the people in my room, from the mama to the maidservants, were all of a plain color.

On the first day after his return from the Xue family's Old Residence, on the morning of the sixteenth day of the first month, he pointed at the green duckweed that served breakfast and asked me, "Why are you wearing a green dress for the new year?"

When I heard his words, my heart broke. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't dare to say a single word. I could only endure the pain in my heart and vaguely asked him when he would bring me back to the Xue Clan residence …

His knees sank, and he heard the steady and warm voice of Mother Song:

"Miss, are you alright? Why is your face so pale? "

Looking at the snow-white fox's hand on my knee, I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about the past!"

"Before?"

Mother Song's face was full of doubt. She slightly raised her voice and repeated my words.

Crap!

Why did his brain only say this!

I'm just an eleven-year-old girl, what's there to remember about me before!

"It's not winter either. Why did you take this out?" I pointed to the fox skin on my knee and changed the subject stiffly.

Mother Song smiled faintly and did not pursue the matter.

"This is the present the old lady prepared for Lady Wen. I heard that after Lady Wen had Miss Wen, she developed a physical weakness, and when winter came, her hands and feet would turn cold. This ferret's fur is light and dense, and is one of the few treasures in the old lady's warehouse. Right now, even if you take it out, you might not even be able to buy it with silver.

No wonder I was wondering in my heart why this Snow Fox was so thick and hard to find. So it was the snow ferret skin.

"I wonder which sister in Grandmother's room this needle is made from. It's so delicate." I touched the embroidery on the inside of my hand.

Embroidered outside is for others to see, embroidered inside is for the owner to appreciate. The texture of this thread was not as coarse as the northern colored thread. Instead, it was thin and flexible.

"I did it when I was free." Mother Song smiled slightly, appearing very peaceful.

I could not help but feel sorry for Song's mother. It was a pity that a nimble and nimble person should be placed under her.

Looking at Mother Song smiling as she tidied up the mink hair entangled on her hands, I suddenly felt that it would be great if I could have such a mother in my room.

In only half a quarter of an hour, the carriage began to turn left and right, presumably entering the Wen family's inner mansion. I lifted up the curtain of the carriage to see that it was filled with flowers and trees, tall buildings, and a large and narrow pavilion that was stacked behind me. It seemed as if it stretched as far as the eye could see for a moment.

"Miss, quickly put it down. Someone outside will see it." Mother Song was helping me tidy up my clothes while smiling and reminding me in a low voice.

"Oh …" I faintly replied before returning to my seat. I simply closed my eyes to rest my mind.

At least the time it took for two cups of tea to be brewed slightly, it finally stopped in front of the Wen family's second door.

"Your home is so big!" Only Miss Wen and a bunch of servants stood outside the wide entrance of the Moon's Passage to receive me. I couldn't help but smile as I complained to her.

I haven't seen Miss Wen for a few days. She's even taller than she was at the party." On top was a goosebumps embroidered honeysuckle dress with a square collar, and below it was an eight oily green plum orchid dress. Her eyes were bright, and there was a faint smile on her lips. She looked very cool and demure.

"That's right!" Miss Wen supported me as she smiled. "You have to wake up an hour earlier than others every time you go out the door!"

The maids and servants by Miss Wen's side all laughed. Among them, two of them were exceptionally beautiful.

When she saw me sizing up the two maidservants, she smiled and pulled me into the Jiang garden.

"Sis ~ ~ Sis ~ ~!" Miss Wen was currently holding onto me to admire the pink and white peony that was about to bloom when a grassy green figure, accompanied by a tender voice, pounced over.

A four or five-year-old little boy with a white and rosy face and a pair of red phoenix eyes like Miss Wen's. He was hugging Miss Wen's legs tightly, hiding his face behind Miss Wen's back. He only revealed a pair of black and white eyes staring at me.

"This is …?"

I looked at the little boy in surprise.

However, only a month ago, Madam Wen had been a guest at home. How could she suddenly have such a big son?

Could it be … Born from an outer room? "

I felt a small part of my heart collapse.

"This is my brother." Miss Wen caressed the little boy's hair lovingly. She looked at him with a bit of pity and joy in her eyes.

Joy?

However, Miss Wen's smiling face did not seem fake.

"This is my family uncle's son!" Miss Wen glared at me.

It was the Heir!

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it's because the men beside me are all men who secretly raised children from the outer chamber and threw them directly to their wives. Instinctively, I included Lord Wen in their list.

"Chengzu, why are you here?" Miss Wen squatted down with a smile and asked him while half-hugging the little boy.

Ancestor?

The name given to the Heir of the Wen family... It was worthy of its name!

I wonder what this child will think when he grows up!

"I …" The little boy lowered his head in embarrassment, but his voice was as pleasant to hear as an oriole coming out of a valley.

"Did you get scolded by Teacher?" Miss Wen smiled gently as she listened to him. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Sir …" "Hit my palm." The little boy opened a pair of small white hands and showed them to Miss Wen.

There were indeed red marks scattered all over the place.

"Big sister will blow for you!" Miss Wen carefully put the little boy's hand in her palm and blew slowly, just like a mother.

"Does it still hurt?" Miss Wen helped the little boy to pull his hair back from the little gold crown on his head and spoke to him lovingly with her head lowered.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!" The little boy's pink and tender face was like a peach blossom. His small hands tightly wrapped around Miss Wen's neck, tightly sticking to her chest.

How strange!

Although the Heir was nominally the legitimate son, he had been adopted by his wife for the purpose of continuing the incense. Even if he was raised, it was still a matter for Lady Wen. How could this child of the Wen family be so intimate with Miss Wen?

Miss Wen obviously saw through my doubts, but she took advantage of the little boy's inattentiveness to give me a look.

He didn't want the child to hear about it.

A four or five year old child, muddleheaded, began to remember things.

Judging from his agile eyes, he was clearly a smart child.

I nodded to her, indicating that I didn't know how to talk.

Miss Wen teased the little boy for a bit. Immediately, he beamed with happiness as he hugged Miss Wen and rolled in her arms, looking extremely dependent. Miss Wen then pointed at the little boy and said, "This is my good friend, your big sister Yang!"

The little boy who was lying in her embrace refused to come out. He timidly called out to me, but there was a rhythmic rhythm to his voice.

Miss Wen's face darkened.

A group of servants turned around from the other side of the garden, and the little boy was unwilling to come out of Miss Wen's arms when he saw them.

Miss Wen's face turned even uglier.

"Cheng, do you know why you went to study?" Miss Wen stood up with Wen Chengzu in her arms. Her maidservant, Qiu Yu, immediately came over to help me.

"Because in the future, I have to raise my father, mother, and sister!" Wen Chengzu lowered his head and fiddled with his small white lotus like hands, like a child from a painting.

He was talking about his father, but his sister was calling his mother her mother!

Could this be what Madam Wen's attitude was?

I pursed my lips and smiled, but got a supercilious look from Miss Wen.

"Cheng, do you know why you came looking for elder sister?" Miss Wen seemed to have endless patience with the little girl in her arms.

"Because..." Wen Chengzu's face turned red and he placed his head on Miss Wen's neck.

"Miss … "Miss …" The group of servants finally caught up, panting as they called out to Miss Wen.

Miss Wen turned around, her sharp eyes like an unsheathed sword.

"Slap him!"

This is the first time I've seen Miss Wen speak so harshly.

"Wh …" "Is that so?" I... I'm my wet nurse! " The woman in the lead wore a genuine purple Lu silk jacket, which seemed to be out of place among the green-green servants of the Wen Manor.

Miss Wen's face carried the cold aura of a superior. Hugging Wen Chengzu, she coldly stared at the woman and asked, "I still don't know that you are this brother's wet nurse."

The meaning in her words was that he was beating her!

The corner of the woman's mouth was buzzing. She was mumbling something in a voice that no one could hear. She did not kneel down nor slap her lips. She only stood there mumbling to herself.

"What is it? Is that why you serve me? "

Miss Wen ignored the woman and walked around the maidservants standing behind her.

A maid with a stern expression suddenly stood out and bent her knees deeply towards Miss Wen. She then sent a palm strike towards the woman's face.

Little Qiao's delicate figure unexpectedly had such great strength that it caused the woman, who was half a head taller than her, to retreat half a step.

"Ask her!"

Miss Wen's voice was as cold as the ice cubes that had been placed in the house during the summer heat.

"You're wrong!"

The servant girl's voice was even sharper than Miss Wen's as she glared at the woman as if she was a sword that had left its sheath.