Mrs. Song held her daughter's shoulders and recalled the winter when they came to Beijing. Aman was just a fat, short, spoiled and overbearing little girl. In a blink of an eye, she was already as tall as herself. Looking at her

Song's eyebrows were slightly dazed, as if she vaguely saw herself in her youth from this face.

My daughter was born like me, with her eyes, nose, and mouth, and even the thick black hair on her head.

She felt very relieved, but her nose felt a little sour.

Time flows like water, but it flows so fast, so fast that people are completely caught off guard. The figure of the little girl pulling the hem of her clothes and calling her mother sweetly in a soft and waxy voice is clearly still vivid in my mind, as clear as day.

Yesterday, it turned out that the little girl who had been pestering her to hold her in her arms had reached the age to get married.

It was at this time that Ms. Song realized that she truly couldn't let go of her daughter.

Once she leaves the court and gets married, she will be someone else's daughter-in-law. She will no longer be just her well-behaved daughter. She will not be able to make plans for her or stand in front of her like she is now.

However, in the long road of life, the people who can eventually grow old with her are her husband and children, not her parents. Mrs. Song's eyes looked at Xie Shuning softer and softer, with a little moisture in them, and they were about to fall under the lamp.

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She said warmly: "Although you are young, your judgment of people has always been much more accurate than that of your mother and I. This time, my mother is also willing to believe you."

No matter how picky she is about family background, family status, age, appearance, as a mother, her efforts will ultimately be in vain. Although everyone knows that marriage is a matter of parents or matchmaker. But the Song family grew up with her only brother Song Yanzhao since she was a child.

His temperament was outside of worldly conventions, and when he occasionally taught the young Song, he would often come up with strange words involuntarily.

Most of the time, Ms. Song couldn't understand it, but she could understand some of the simple and easy-to-understand words after thinking about them secretly several times.

Only by not being bound to the world can people live freely and happily.

Mr. Song always kept this sentence in mind, but it was not until many years later that he actually put it into practice.

Therefore, she is also willing to believe in her daughter, believing that she already knows it in her heart.

Ah Man looks like her, but his temperament is nothing like hers.

"As long as you understand it yourself. I'm sure, mother will have nothing to say." After Mrs. Song finished speaking, she retracted her hands and put them in her sleeves, saying seriously. But Xie Shuning understood.

The coughing gradually stopped, she took a deep breath, turned to look at her mother, hesitantly, and called softly: "Mother..."

"Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. No matter it is the Yan family or our family, what difference does it make?" Mrs. Song frowned slightly. She shook her head, "Of course, this is your life-long event, so what about my mother?"

Are you worried? His current status is really a problem." It was so troublesome that she couldn't figure it out. Her brows tightened even more.

Xie Shuning saw this and stepped forward to hold her arm. He helped her to the imperial chair and said in a deep voice: "The boat will straighten out when it reaches the bridge. Mother, don't worry."

Mrs. Song gently patted the back of her hand and said angrily: "You can't stop worrying if you don't worry!"

Children are enemies from birth, and as long as she is alive, she will have to worry about her.

"If he had no idea, he wouldn't dare to do this." Xie Shuning stood in front of her and shook his head.

After hearing this, Mrs. Song said: "After all, you are still young and energetic. If you can bear it for a while, there is nothing you can't bear."

However, when she said these words, she understood Yan Huai's actions in her heart.

After knowing something like that, if he still pretends to be nothing, continues to be Duke Cheng, and continues to live in Duke Cheng's mansion, that would be really puzzling.

If it was Yan Huai like that, she would never agree to this marriage.

She glanced at Xie Shuning and then at the dark sky outside. After thinking for a while, she said in deep thought: "Mom, there are still many things that I can't figure out. You don't have to go back tonight. Let's talk by candlelight."

Although she had actually agreed in her heart, there were some things that she still had to ask carefully before she could feel at ease.

Thinking like this, Song, who was not good at hiding, showed everything on his face.

Xie Shuning looked at it under the lamp and agreed quickly. Then she called Yuzi in and asked her to send someone to her place to tell Zhuo's mother that she could rest earlier without waiting for her to go back.

After a while, the night gradually darkened, and the moonlight became colder and brighter, like frost and snow.

After closing the window lattice tightly, the maids gradually retreated. Yuzi blew out the lamp and quietly retreated.

The mother and daughter lay with their heads side by side, lying on Madam Soong's bed, and talked for most of the night. However, at about ten o'clock, Madam Song got up.

Xie Shuning, on the other hand, was relieved of the big things on her mind, and because her mother was by her side, she slept very peacefully and sweetly.

After Mrs. Song came back from washing, she raised the curtain and looked down at her sleeping face. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and then she reached out and pinched her nose.

With her breath suffocated, Xie Shuning suddenly woke up. When she saw clearly that it was her mother, she couldn't help but drowsily closed her hazy sleepy eyes.

Madam Song let go of her nose, then dragged her up, saying, "Today is an important day, so I don't dare to sleep anymore."

Xie Shuning listened, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up at all.

She muttered: "What important big day is it?"

Her mind was like a ball of mush, making it impossible for her to recall it carefully.

"The day when you invite Mr. Yin to come for dinner!" Mrs. Song sighed helplessly, leaned over and put her hands under her armpits, dragging her to sit up. "You set the date yourself, and the result is terrible.

Okay, I forgot all about it."

While he was talking, a faint white light shone through the gap in the window lattice.

The summer sky dawns early, just after midnight, and then gradually becomes brighter.

The windows were covered with a thin haze of green organza. It became thinner and clearer.

Xie Shuning sat on the bedside with messy hair, murmuring and repeating what Song said. "Invite Mr. Yin to come for dinner?"

"Invite Mr. Yin to come and have dinner!"

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and her sleepy eyes suddenly lost even the slightest trace of sleep, and they were so awake that light could shine out of them.

She hurriedly lifted the thin quilt to get up, and her black hair fell from her shoulders like a waterfall and scattered behind her.

Mrs. Song stopped her: "It's because of my mother's urgency. Take your time. Just get up earlier and get ready."

This meal has been going back and forth. The banquet is really about to start today, and Ms. Song attaches great importance to it. In addition to this banquet, they had discussed it early in the morning, and Ms. Song would personally cook it. But... her cooking skills can only...

It was mediocre, and she had only cooked a few times in person. Mrs. Song really didn't feel confident, so she had to lead people to the kitchen to prepare the meal herself early this morning.

Fortunately, the person to serve and the dishes were decided early in the morning.

Xie Yi was also responsible for welcoming guests, but Xie Shuning was not needed.

What she needed to deal with were just trivial matters.

But Mrs. Song had something in mind, so she didn't dare to ask her to continue sleeping.

She touched her daughter's hair, which was messed up due to her deep sleep, and said with a smile: "But there is an errand. You have to do it first."

Xie Shuning was still hurriedly preparing to get up, and asked doubtfully: "What is it?"

"Go and invite Young Master Yan to come." Mrs. Song withdrew her hand and said solemnly.

Xie Shuning couldn't help being slightly startled when he heard this.

Mrs. Song said: "As soon as the meal started, didn't you also plan for him?"

Xie Shuning hesitated: "But things are different now."

"It's precisely because we are different that we should invite him to come with us." Mrs. Song had already thought deeply about it last night and spoke firmly. "You are going to leave the cabinet after all. I can't hide this from you.

The same goes for my brother, uncle, and aunt." And secretly, she still wanted Wang Ren to look at each other for help. Thinking of this, she slowed down her tone and asked: "I know what happened to you.

Later I met Mr. Yin, but did he know about that?"

When Wang Ren was mentioned, she seemed to become particularly keen.

Xie Shuning thought about Wang Ren's stinky face and nodded: "I know something."

Song confirmed again and again: "Do you know he is still alive?"

"Yes." Xie Shuning responded, "As for the other things, I probably haven't learned about it yet."

Mrs. Song was thinking about it and suddenly asked: "Mr. Yin, do you not get along with Mr. Yan privately?"

Xie Shuning was stunned and looked at her in panic: "Did Mr. Yin tell you something?"

"Of course not!" Mrs. Song glared at her and said angrily, "How could a person like Yin Gong randomly harass others behind their backs?"

Xie Shuning: "..."

This is really impossible to say...

She thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, just do what mother wants."

Wang Ren can hide it for a while, but not forever. What's more, judging from the tone of her mother's words, Wang Ren is a very important person in her mother's heart. If he had interfered with it, then she and her mother would have done it last night.

Those words my mother said may all be in vain.

She got up, dressed properly, called Xiaoqi, and sent him to Surabaya to invite people.

Wang Renna, of course, also sent someone to specially invite him.

She then went to visit Mr. Yun Zhan in the house next door. Seeing that he was in good spirits, she mentioned dinner. Mr. Yun Zhan asked about the person who came, and when he heard that Wang Ren was there, he looked slightly surprised, and then explained that he was feeling unhappy.

He had no appetite and declined, but agreed to let Yun Guihe go.

There were also Xie Yi and Shu Yan on the left and right seats. They were already acquainted, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

Xie Shuning thought that this was fine, so she just waited for Lu Kong to come and take his pulse and then went back.

Unexpectedly, she had just stepped through the door and heard that Wang Ren had already arrived, and she couldn't help but be startled.

Noon has not yet arrived, and dinner is still far away——

As soon as they met, she heard Wang Ren ask with a smile: "Is your mother cooking the food herself?"

Xie Shuning couldn't hold her forehead, "Yes, mother said, the craftsmanship is not good, I hope Mr. Yin won't dislike it."

Wang Ren smiled even more happily, "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it..."

He was in a good mood, and his tone couldn't help but cheer, and he asked her: "Is the matter with that boy Yan Moshi settled?"

"You can see him in person in the evening." Xie Shuning tentatively said.

Wang Ren really suppressed his smile and fell silent.

However, the next moment, he suddenly said solemnly: "Remember to tell him not to use his chopsticks after serving the table. I have a big appetite."
Chapter completed!