Mrs. Song narrowed her eyes, with a hint of sadness in her brows, and saluted politely: "My wife has met the King of War."
Zhan Wuqi quickly stepped forward and supported her: "No gifts for mother-in-law. We are all family members, so there is no need to be polite!"
Mrs. Song lowered her head and said softly: "I can't bear the prince calling me 'mother-in-law'. Now that Yi'er is no longer here, the prince can just treat his wife as the other people!"
A look of helplessness flashed across Zhan Wuqi's handsome and handsome face, and he took his hand back, "I failed to protect Yi'er. I feel guilty for my mother-in-law's entrustment!"
Mrs. Song shook her head: "Yi'er is not blessed to be the princess of this war, and she can't blame the prince."
She had long said that ordinary sparrows could not fly into this royal palace. However, Yier kept insisting on staying away from her hometown and parents, and she also wanted to marry the King of War!
How could her daughter, who had been innocent and innocent since childhood, be able to cope with the life of a high family?
Yuzhou is a long way away. After Yi'er got married, she only came to the capital three times. Yi'er's spirit became worse each time.
She saw the pain in her eyes and felt a little more angry in her heart when she looked at the King of War.
Unexpectedly, one day Yi'er would...
Song's eyes were hot and she could hardly control her sadness.
Zhan Wuqi said hurriedly: "When did my mother-in-law arrive in the capital? Where does she live now? Why not move to the palace to stay for a few days!"
Mrs. Song didn't even think about it and refused directly: "No, now my wife lives in an inn outside. My wife likes to be quiet, so it's good to be in an inn!"
A look of helplessness flashed across Zhan Wuqi's black eyes.
Since Yi'er disappeared, this was the first time Song took the initiative to visit her.
This is Yi'er's biological mother. If Yi'er knows that he let her mother stay in an inn outside, she will definitely get angry with him when she returns to the palace in the future!
"After all, an inn is not as comfortable as your own home. On the 11th, go and move your mother-in-law's luggage to the palace!" Zhan Wuqi ordered.
Mrs. Song frowned and was about to refuse.
Su Lingyu's delicate and gentle voice sounded: "Mother!"
Mrs. Song looked up and saw Su Lingyu quickly walking out of the palace, holding the hem of her skirt.
When she came to Mrs. Song, she reached out to hold Mrs. Song's arm and shook it coquettishly: "Mother, the prince is so kind, just stay here? You just happen to be with me in the palace! I haven't seen my mother for a long time.
Got it!"
Zhan Wuqi's black eyes suddenly turned cold.
Song's face softened.
Although Su Lingyu was a concubine, her aunt died early, so she was raised by the Song family since she was a child. The mother and daughter had a close relationship, as if they were biological children.
Now, seeing her daughter whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Ms. Song couldn't help but said angrily: "Didn't I ask you to move out? Why bother the prince!"
Su Lingyu said: "If I leave, who will guard the prince for my sister? It's not like mother doesn't know how much Yi'er cares about me as her brother-in-law! If you are afraid of trouble, just live in my Qingmei Garden! It's just right for us, mother and daughter, to
Come on, let’s talk nicely!”
As she said that, she turned her head and said cautiously: "Your Majesty, is it okay?"
Zhan Wuqi lowered his eyes to cover up the raging coldness in his eyes.
"Of course you can."
Su Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, she made the right move!
"Then I'll take Mom in and take a look first. Mom, where do you want to go?"
Mrs. Song politely thanked Zhan Wuqi and followed Su Lingyu into the palace, "I want to see where Yi'er lived before. She has been gone for so long, and this is my first time back to the capital. Yu'er, wait a minute.
Can you take me to worship Yi'er?"
The smile on Su Lingyu's face froze, and his eyes were cold: "Mother, we will settle down first!"
No sentence or two can be separated from that bitch Su Jiangyi!
Obviously she is also the daughter raised by the Song family, but she has always been ranked behind Su Jiangyi. Why?
Mrs. Song smiled gently, "Okay. By the way, you said Yi'er's child was sent back to the capital... What's going on?"
The smile on Su Lingyu's face completely faded: "Mom, you've been here for so long, and every word you say is about Yi'er. Why don't you care about me? How do I live in the capital? Don't you care at all?
"
Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, then she met Su Lingyu's tearful eyes and said at a loss: "Of course I care about you too... Yu'er, why are you crying? Have you been wronged in the capital? Go home with your mother, okay?
?”
Su Lingyu pursed his lips.
go home?
What's the good thing about going back to that shabby place in Yuzhou? She doesn't want to go back!
"She doesn't want to go back!"
A squeaking sound sounded.
Mrs. Song looked over and saw a handsome young man with a handsome face and as gentle as jade, walking over with a chubby little girl in his arms.
Mrs. Song stared at the girl's face for a moment, and recognized familiar traces between her eyebrows, and couldn't help but feel her breath stagnant:
"You, you are..."
Ruanruan slipped down from Cen Mohan's arms and ran over on short legs, "Grandma, I am Ruanruan!"
The soft dumpling fell to his feet, like a ball of soft cotton.
Her eyebrows were filled with admiration similar to her daughter's, and she blinked her big eyes and looked up at her.
Mrs. Song's hands were trembling as she hugged Ruanruan: "Yes, is it Yi'er's child?"
Ruanruan stretched out her little hand and wiped away the tears that rolled down Song's face due to excitement, "It's me! Grandma, don't cry, kiss Ruanruan!"
The little girl pouted her pink and tender lips, and kissed Mrs. Song on the face with a "pop".
Mrs. Song was at a loss: "You, how did you survive? Where is your mother? Is she alive too? Where is she?"
Ruanruan whispered: "Grandma, there are too many questions, and Ruanruan can't even answer them!"
Cen Mo said in a warm voice: "Mrs. Su, Ruanruan is young. I'm afraid she can't give you the answer to the question you just asked. Yi'er sent her back and left. No one knows where Yi'er is now."
Mrs. Song looked over, "Who are you?"
Cen Mohan held up his hand and said, "Mrs. Su, I am Cen Mohan, Ruanruan's godfather and Yi'er's friend."
Mrs. Song was shocked: "So... Yi'er is indeed still alive!"
Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.
More than half a month ago, she received a letter from Yu'er rushing over, saying that Yi'er's daughter had returned to the palace. Like Yu'er, she doubted the authenticity of the child's life experience!
But when I think about it, if this child is really Yi'er's child, maybe Yi'er is still alive...
She couldn't sit still anymore and immediately set off for the capital.
After seeing this child today, she can be sure that Ruanruan is Yi'er's child!
Her daughter is still alive!
Wiping away the tears on Mrs. Song's face with her soft hands, she said softly: "Grandma, don't cry anymore! Mother will feel bad when she sees it!"
Mrs. Song took a deep breath and managed to regain her composure.
He said hoarsely: "What did you mean when you just said that Yu'er didn't want to go back to Yuzhou?"