The rain gradually stopped, and their backs had long since melted into black and disappeared. Song Wan stood on the porch and murmured: "Heng Zhi, have you ever thought about getting married?"
"This slave doesn't want to get married, let alone leave the young lady."
Heng Zhi's eyes were red: "This slave only wants to serve the lady forever and will not go anywhere."
Heng Wu was impatient and jumped up when he heard this: "Is it because some killer from the outer courtyard covets our beauty and comes to Miss to ask for favor? Miss, please don't be fooled."
"Those stinking men are actually wishful thinking and want to kill us?"
“……”
She was still a little worried at first, but when Heng Wu said these few words, her worries disappeared and she laughed softly.
"Shameless, but no one will ask you."
The tip of Song Wan's nose wrinkled slightly, and his eyes were full of smiles: "You know how to praise me, but I think you might as well change your name and call me Wang Po in the future."
Heng Zhi also smiled, but not as heartlessly as Heng Wu.
Song returned to the room, sat on the bed and opened the nanmu box beside her pillow. She took out the deeds of several people around her and rubbed them carefully. When a thin mist appeared in her eyes, she folded them gently and walked out.
Hengzhihengwu was chattering and she didn't know what to say. Aunt Zhao stood under the eaves and cursed loudly towards the position of Xiuyan Pavilion. If Song Wan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have dared to think of those unpleasant words. What Aunt Zhao said, who reminded her of her rules every day.
"Why don't you coax some Nanny Zhao to make her so angry?"
After calling the person back, Song Wan took Heng Zhi Heng Wu, Vanilla Green Bamboo, and Nanny Zhao to sit in the room.
The ends of her eyes turned red, and she pursed her lips and said, "Fish are happy when the water is deep, and birds are happy when the trees are green. Birds, fish, and insects also know this truth. Why are we humans stuck in a world that is getting worse and worse?"
"Miss……"
Heng Zhi and Aunt Zhao were the first to see Song Wan's intention, and their eyes instantly turned red.
"No matter what the young lady does, I will follow you. You are a big-brother, and you are even closer to me than my daughter. I cannot leave you alone in this den of thieves with no rules and regulations."
"How could it be so serious?"
Song Wan smiled and said: "Let's go, you have reached the age where you should be taken care of. My nanny gave you a grandson the year before last, so you should go back and take care of your grandson."
Pulling out the life deed and the banknote from the wooden box, Song Wan held back tears: "Here are one thousand taels, enough for you to live peacefully in the countryside..."
Giving the banknote to Aunt Zhao, she added: "Keep the money yourself. Don't give it all away. Even your relatives may not be reliable. All kinds of hardships are not as good as old age and poverty. You have money in your hand. Children and grandchildren will also sing a song of filial piety."
"Miss!"
Aunt Zhao hugged Song Wan and cried bitterly. She wanted to eat Jiang Xingjian's flesh and drink Jiang Xingjian's blood.
"Vanilla, I remember that your brother was favored by his father a few years ago and went to work as a shopkeeper on the other side of the Xianchuan River?"
Vanilla cried and shook her head. Song Wan touched her cheek and said, "Go find your brother and ask him to find you a good family."
"Lv Zhu, I remember that your mother arranged a marriage for you in the early years, right?"
After Jiang Xingjian died, she went to the Hou Mansion as a widow. Heng Zhiheng, a Wuxi native, couldn't bear her living alone, so they followed her. Lu Zhu was born into the family, and her mother was also a servant of the Song Dynasty. She had arranged a marriage for Lu Zhu a few years ago, and it was said that she was a servant in the mansion.
"I asked Granny Lang a few days ago. He has not married a wife in Yi Yi for these years, and he is still waiting for you."
Mentioning the bamboo horse, Lu Zhu's eyes heated up and she felt guilty.
"I'm sorry for him, but no one is as important as the young lady. I won't leave."
Song Wan shook his head: "If you don't leave, you will be Jiang Xingjian's concubine in the future."
The dowry maids brought by the daughter of the aristocratic family are naturally used as companions for her husband's family. If she had not been married as a widow, how would she have brought the maidservant with her? After Jiang Xingjian returned home, chaos happened one after another, and she couldn't spare any time to deal with it.
When there was no hope for others, she had to find a way out on her own.
And there were too many people around her, and she felt uneasy.
After giving the body deed and the banknote to the two of them, Song Wan looked at Sister Hengzhi. Heng Zhi smiled and said: "Heng Wu and I have neither parents nor any relationship, so where can the young lady send us two?"
"That's right, no matter what I do for the Marquis, I will never leave the young lady." Heng Wu gritted his teeth, his charming face looking extremely firm.
Song Wan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then finally nodded.
The two of them had nowhere to go, and even if they were released from the house, she would not feel at ease.
The whole room of girls and grandmothers was heartbroken, but Song Wan insisted on sticking to his words and would not let the three of them stay.
The next morning, as soon as Nanny Zhao was sent away, Song Wan heard from Heng Zhi that the treasure in the old lady's room had come to look for her and travel with Jiang Jian.
She lowered her head, knowing why.
Before Jiang Xingjian returned home, the old lady really felt sorry for her, but no matter what she did, she could not escape her direct grandson, so now everything in the family was based on Jiang Xingjian.
In the past, she was a widow, and she did not have to worry about the century-old foundation of the Hou Mansion. But now it is different. Jiang Mu and Lin Jiayue cannot support the burden of the Hou Mansion. In order to avoid future troubles, the old lady will do everything possible to let her take over. The right to manage the family.
After calming down his emotions, Song Wan turned around and returned to Lan Courtyard.
Seeing that the old lady needed to change her clothes, she walked to the mahogany cabinet and looked at the mahogany cabinet with carved begonias and silver legs underneath in silence.
When she came out of the courtyard again, Jiang Xingjian was standing in the courtyard waiting for her. Song Wan stepped forward to salute and said softly, "Husband, go first" as usual.
Jiang Xingjian's face was solemn, he did not wait for her as usual, and even deliberately speeded up his pace.
When they arrived at Fuhe Hall, Mrs. Jiang bowed vigorously to see the two of them. Jiang Xingjian hurried forward and held her hand firmly. Mrs. Jiang stretched her head to look, and felt relieved when she saw the ambiguous red marks under his ears.
"Wan'er."
"Wan'er is here."
Song Wan came to Mrs. Jiang's side, and Mrs. Jiang said: "When a man gets older... his temperament is determined. When you two have children in the future, Xing Jianjie will completely lose his temper."
"The Marquis Mansion belongs to you two after all...help grandma protect it."
Jiang Xingjian said: "Grandma, don't worry. I have written to my sister and asked her to allocate a female official from the palace who can be released when she reaches the age. From now on, there will be a female official to take care of everything in the palace."
"Wan'er... why is Wan'er..."
Mrs. Jiang gasped hard, and Song Wan hurriedly reached out to help her.
The back of half of the outstretched hand was purple-red, as if it had been injured by a heavy object. Jiang Xingjian frowned and held it in his palm, and Song Wan gently pulled it away.
"Wan'er accidentally injured her right hand. My husband feels sorry for Wan'er. Empress Fang Xun recommended her to a female official in the palace. Grandma, don't worry about it. Don't think too much about it."
She spoke softly, but Jiang Xingjian's eyes were clouded and full of anger.
Mrs. Jiang shed tears in her eyes, finally giving up on letting Song Wan manage the family again.
Back then, when she, a girl who was not as good as Dou Ke, dared to marry into the prince's house with her spiritual title in mind, she knew that Song Wan was a tough-minded person. At that time, she only felt sorry for her grandson, not being able to grow old together with such a wonderful girl and stay together for the rest of her life.
Today, Song Wan has not changed, but her grandson will never get such a good girl again.
She would rather be so cruel to herself than give the Hou Mansion a chance. Wan'er... she hated them!
