Qiao Yurong has been taking care of the family affairs with the Xu family for more than a year, and now she has gained more and more prestige in the hearts of these servants.
Many times when Mrs. Xu has trouble taking care of her children, everyone likes to ask Qiao Yurong for help.
And because although she has a straightforward temperament, she has always been very considerate of her subordinates, so when they encounter any difficulties, people tend to look for her even more.
Qiao Yurong was used to it, so she smiled and said, "What could possibly happen to make you so anxious?"
Zhang’s mother sighed, “It’s the second girl’s business!”
"What?" Qiao Yurong almost didn't understand at once, "Whose business is it?"
"It's the Wen family who came to announce the funeral, saying that our second girl is gone!"
Qiao Yurong stood there and hesitated for a long time, unable to realize what the news she had just heard was.
"You...who are you talking about?!"
"Second Miss!" Mother Zhang sighed, "Everyone in our house knows that after what happened in the past, including the old lady, no one is willing to recognize Second Miss as a member of our family.
At this time, we have no contact with the second girl.
But just now the Wen family came to report the funeral, saying that the second girl had disappeared in a courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing. She had been missing for several days, and it was only today that the news was reported to the Wen family.
The eldest son of the Wen family has already verified it, and then sent someone to report the funeral to us. He said that he contracted an illness in a village in the suburbs and never recovered, dragging him to death.
The old slave also knew that such news was not easy to report, so he sent someone to inquire about it in the morning. He heard from the people on the other side that some of the uncle's concubines and their grandmother were executed.
The foreign concubine has escaped, and the Yuan family only refuses to admit it, but now the husband and wife are locked up by Mr. Wen. All this news came from their house, and nothing was said to us."
Zhang's mother opened and closed her mouth for a long time, but Qiao Yurong didn't respond. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous, "Third girl, do you want to report this matter? The main reason is... our wife always hurts the second girl.
There may be nothing else, but now this is a funeral, and I dare not not report it, but I am also afraid that the master will be angry."
Qiao Yurong finally came to her senses and waved her hand gently, "Don't worry about it, I'll talk about it."
Hearing what she said, Zhang's mother was overjoyed. She just couldn't say it in a harsh way. When the second girl came to the house, she made a big fuss, but the master's words are still fresh in her ears.
What's more, since the second girl got married, the master and wife of the family really seemed to have no such daughter.
So she intuitively felt that this matter should not be bothered by the owner, but she was not sure.
Qiao Yurong was a little stunned.
She had long been disgusted in her heart that she had thrown herself into Qiao Yuning. The two sisters had been together for more than ten years. Their relationship in the past could not be said to be very good, but it was not bad either. At most they were bickering.
Later, when the eldest sister came back, she gradually saw her true face, and suddenly realized that this person was actually a jackal wearing a delicate human skin.
After her uncle and aunt made it clear that they would no longer treat her as their daughter, she felt that this was the right decision.
He had already excluded her from the family in his heart, but when he learned of her death, Qiao Yurong still felt sad and lost.
Reason told her: This scourge is finally dead.
But sensibility is another point of view, she died just like that!
yes!
Why did she die like this? A person who was so capable would make trouble no matter what.
Doesn’t that Wen Liang like her very much?
Wouldn't she rather be married off as a concubine?
Also, isn't that Yuan Xueqing her close friend?
How could someone like her be so completely defeated?
As Qiao Yurong walked towards the old lady, she recalled Qiao Yuning's appearance in her mind. She realized that in just over a year, Qiao Yuning's image in her mind began to blur.
It seems that this person living in this family is already very far away.
When the little maid at the door of the old lady's yard saluted her, she came back from her thoughts and couldn't help but smile.
What on earth has Qiao Yuning lived in this life?
However, she was still a little worried. After all, her aunt's love for Qiao Yuning was from the bottom of her heart. In comparison, even the eldest sister today has never received the same love that her aunt had for Qiao Yuning.
She took a deep breath and finally stepped inside.
Several elders in the main room had finished talking about business and seemed to be talking about something else, but it could be seen that even though they tried their best to appear calm in front of him, the worry in their eyebrows still enveloped everyone.
Under such circumstances, when Qiao Yurong told the story, the room suddenly fell into a strange silence.
"What did you say?" Mrs. Xu really thought she heard wrongly, "Who is missing?"
Qiao Yurong sighed in her heart. Sure enough, even she felt a little bit, let alone her eldest aunt.
"When the second sister and the fourth master of the Wen family were in Zhuangzi, they contracted an illness and passed away."
Qiao Yurong looked at Mrs. Xu seriously, "I'm a little unsure right now, how should we deal with it here? Should we send someone to the Wen family to ask for an explanation, or should we just follow their current rhetoric and follow the rules?
Go and pay homage."
"What kind of memorial are you sending?" The old lady immediately said after hearing this, "Our family has already told us that her Qiao Yuning has nothing to do with our family in the Wen family, and your uncle also severed the father-daughter relationship with her.
She was the one who willingly ran away in the first place. Let's make it clear that she was willing to admit it and chose it. Now people will die if they die. This is the path she chose. She is not allowed to go!
Just send someone to bring a message that their Aunt Qiao has nothing to do with our family. The funeral is their own business, and our family will not interfere."
Qiao Yurong agreed and looked at Qiao Weisheng and Xu.
Xu's eyes were looking at her husband, and she hesitated for a moment before asking: "Is this what you mean, too?"
Qiao Weisheng did not answer her immediately, but thought for a moment before looking at his wife and said: "You know my attitude. From the moment I knew the truth, it was a kind of
relief.
I have long since stopped worrying about their mother and daughter, but it still depends on you, madam, what do you think? If you still want to express something, I have no objection."
Qiao Yuning was not Qiao Weisheng's daughter. Mrs. Xu knew what he meant. This was human nature. She then looked at Aunt Liu behind her, who looked unhappy. After all, she shook her head and said, "Death is like death."
The lights go out, let’s let all the past things go away! Now it’s considered clean and we won’t get involved anymore!”