The Rebirth of the First Daughter as the Head of the Family

Chapter 82
Mrs. Song shook her head with a smile, and replied: "Young girl Yue, don't worry, your aunt is still young, and you will just have another one in the future."

The implication of Mrs. Song's words is that her daughter-in-law can still bear children, but the mistress of the Duke's Mansion has been unable to bear children after all these years.

Only then did Song Jinyue's tense mind relax slightly, she looked up at her little grandmother, pursed her lips, and hesitated to speak.

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Young girl Yue, do you still have other thoughts? Why don't you come and listen to my little grandmother."

Song Jinyue shook her head hastily, and explained: "Little grandmother misunderstood, I have no other thoughts, but... how can I talk to my parents about this matter?"

"You don't need to worry about this. Since you have thought about it, and my little grandmother understands, I will leave this matter to my little grandmother." Mrs. Song looked considerate.

Song Jinyue thanked her repeatedly.

The purpose replied, Song Jinyue got up to leave, Mrs. Song didn't let her talk, and waved her hand to signal her to go first.

Song Qinghua hurriedly got up, said goodbye to her grandmother, and went to see Song Jinyue off in person.

Mrs. Song did not answer, and was very satisfied with Song Qinghua's attitude, so she let her go to send Song Jinyue off.

The two of them left the room, Mrs. Song lay crookedly on the back of the chair, looked towards the direction of the door, and said to the nurse next to her, "I didn't tell us to make this trip in vain, this girl, no matter how valuable her status is." ? There is no male man in this country's mansion, so why not find a son-in-law?"

Mrs. Song's lips curled into a mocking smile, "Boss has always been thin-skinned. If you tell him to find a son-in-law, he will die of embarrassment."

"Yes." The nanny only agreed without interrupting.

Mrs. Song couldn't sit still in her heart, so she asked the nanny to help her go to the desk, picked up the brush and wrote the family letter on the letterhead. After a while, Mrs. Song sealed the envelope with a red candle.

Handed it over to the nanny behind her, and said: "Send someone faithful to deliver the letter to the second child."

"Yes." Mammy took the envelope and put it away properly.

Only then was Mrs. Song satisfied, and quickly thought of a solution in her heart.

With Mrs. Song's behavior, the envelope sent to Jiangnan was just to inform the second child that she had adopted Song Guang to the deceased Mrs. Xian Guogong.

When Mr. Song, who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River, received the letter sent by his mother from Jiangnan, Mrs. Song had already settled the matter.

Song Qinghua asked the maid to stay in the house to serve her grandmother, and she personally sent Song Jinyue out.

Song Jinyue originally did not want Song Qinghua to make this trip, but Song Qinghua insisted on doing so, so she guessed that maybe Song Qinghua had something to say to her.

She let Song Qinghua hold her arm, signaling Qiu Yun to take a few steps behind.

Down the corridor, two beautiful figures walked slowly.

Song Qinghua had brewed her emotions for a long time, and mustered up her courage. Then she said, "Sister Yue, can you help me?"

Song Jinyue just looked like Song Qinghua and didn't answer.

Only then did Song Qinghua let go of Song Jinyue's arm, looked at the pillar beside her with a lonely expression, and muttered to herself: "I don't know what grandma's thoughts are, but now, I naturally guessed one or two, but, but I've already made up my mind. Darling, how can..."

She guessed what her grandmother was thinking, and her grandmother brought her to the capital, all she wanted was to ask her to climb high branches.

But she didn't want to, even though Jiangnan's fiancé was from a poor family, he is now a Jinshi.

If she gets another fame in the future, she will naturally be able to follow suit.

and……

They are in love with each other, before coming to the capital, he specially visited the door, saying that when the spring is warm next year, he will put their marriage on the agenda, and the parents at home are also very satisfied with this marriage.

Now, if she really followed her grandmother's wishes, how could she have the face to meet her parents and fiance?
And with her family status, I also know that if I really want to climb a high branch in the capital, I think that the son's character must be insufficient, otherwise, why would he be interested in me?
Comparing the two, she is naturally her fiancé who belongs to Jiangnan.

And after marriage, even if life is difficult, they will not have a bad life based on the dowry her parents gave her.

"Sister Hua, since you still see what the old lady is thinking, how do you think I can help you?" Song Jinyue thinks that she is not a kind person, and now she is asked to help, there must be a reason to help.

Or, what benefits can Song Qinghua bring to herself?
Seeing what she said, Song Qingyu's eyes could no longer see a gleam of light, she lowered her head in despair, bit her red lips tightly, and unconsciously twisted a Supa with her hands.

After a long silence, Song Qinghua suddenly raised her head, stared straight at Song Jinyue, and asked, "You don't want my younger brother to adopt your late mother's name, do you? All you do is to hope that my grandmother will persecute the Duke."

Song Jinyue raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at Song Qinghua, sneered, and turned her head away.

Everyone is a sensible person.

Now that she said this, she started to threaten herself?
Song Qinghua thinks highly of herself too.

"Sister Yue, I was wrong..." Song Qinghua suddenly felt that she shouldn't be doing this, and seeing that Song Jinyue was really angry, she was a little flustered for a while, and stepped forward to hold Song Jinyue's hand.

He whispered: "I was the one who panicked, Sister Yue, don't be annoyed."

Right now, the only person Song Qinghua could look for was Song Jinyue. Her parents were far away in the south of the Yangtze River, and the distant water could not save the nearby fire. Moreover, with her grandmother's temperament, she was afraid that her grandmother would secretly do something irreparable.

Tell her that there is no way out for her to refuse.

She can't bet.

"Sister Yue, I really have no choice..."

Song Qinghua's eyes were red, holding back the tears that were about to burst.

What she held was not only Song Jinyue's hand, but also the only life-saving driftwood held by a drowning person.

Song Jinyue raised her hand and pulled out Song Qinghua's restrained wrist, her eyes were calm, "Sister Hua, it's not that I won't help, but I can't do anything."

"No, no, sister Yue, you must have a way."

Song Qinghua shook her head, refusing to believe what Song Jinyue said, her body trembling slightly, the cold wind in winter seemed to stir up a vortex in her body, making her shiver.

This scene makes people look sad.

Song Jinyue thought for a moment, and suddenly a plan came to her mind. She looked at Song Qinghua and said, "I have a plan, but I don't know if you will."

She didn't even say what the plan was, Song Qinghua nodded repeatedly and agreed.

Even if the knife is in flames, for her now, as long as there is a chance, she will not give up.

"Ask your fiancé to come to the capital. After that, just leave it to me. At that time, no matter how determined the old lady is, she won't be able to do it." Song Jinyue finished her plan in one breath.

The rest was left to Song Qinghua to decide.

For a while, Song Qinghua was a little embarrassed.

"If it doesn't work, then I really have nothing to do." Seeing her like this, Song Jinyue said slowly.

(End of this chapter)