New widow

Before the imperial doctor could be invited, a woman came and said to Madam Huang: "In the hall outside, everyone from the clan is here."

If the British Duke is still alive, this is the time to meet people in the clan and get to know each other for a while. Madam Huang looked at Su Qiao: "Madam, why don't we send them away?"

"No need!" In just a moment, Su Qiao also came up with an idea. She smiled lightly: "Why don't you go out with me, so that you can meet the elders of the clan."

Letting Song Zhen go out to meet the elders of the clan would make Song Zhen's identity known to the public, and at the same time, it would also give Su Qiao a boost. After all, in such a large palace, only the two of them could be considered masters. Both of them are not yet on a stable footing. If they want to have an easier life in the future, they must face this first battle together.

"Yes!" Song Zhen said respectfully. Madam Huang and Aunt Wu had already arranged their clothes and accompanied them outside. The sky was just right at this time. When Su Qiao walked out of the house, she couldn't help but sigh: "I have already seen some people's faces the day my husband in front of me passed away."

If she could have a foothold in her hometown, Suqiao would not try her best to go to Beijing to seek refuge with her father, whom she had only met when she was a child. After all, Mr. Kuang has never told anyone that he has a first wife in the countryside, who left behind a daughter.

That shallow family affection is not enough to make Suqiao live a good life, but it can give Suqiao a foothold. What Suqiao didn't expect was that her father would quickly find a marriage that looked good for her. If she hadn't woken up this morning and saw Song An's eyes wide open, unable to wake up no matter what, then Suqiao felt that this place would

The place is pretty good.

But now, Song An died suddenly, and Su Qiao had to make plans for herself again.

While thinking about it, Song Zhen and Su Qiao had already walked to the hall. Before they entered the hall, they heard laughter coming from inside. Before the news spread outside, everyone was still waiting for Song An's message. Appear. Suqiao took a deep breath, but her hand was already held by Song Zhen. Song Zhen's voice was very soft: "Let's go in, mother..."

Song Zhen paused. Su Qiao was only a few years older than Song Zhen, but Song Zhen still couldn't call her mother. Suqiao smiled lightly and took Song Zhen's hand.

Su Qiao and Song Zhen walked into the hall. Everyone who was joking was stunned and looked at Su Qiao.

Suqiao tried her best to keep the smile on her face calm and indifferent: "I got up early this morning. The Duke said that I was feeling a little unwell and asked me to ask the imperial doctor. I was worried that I would keep you waiting for a long time, so he asked me to take Zhen'er out with me. Nice to meet you uncles."

When they heard that Song An was ill, everyone was not very surprised. After all, Song An was already over 50 this year. These days, he was organizing funerals and weddings. Not to mention that such an old man was more than ten years younger. Yes, I will be very tired.

A man sitting next to Leng Buding had already smiled: "It seems that Third Brother really wants to treat us to a full moon drink at this time next year."

Although Song An was the eldest son of the eldest son and inherited the title, he was ranked third among his peers in the clan. And because the previous generation of princes always felt that his heirs were weak, when Song An was young, everyone only called Song An Third Master. This is how the people in this clan are called.

"Sixth brother, don't say that. Someone must inherit the title of the Duke.

"The person who spoke was Mr. Song. He was one of the few officials in this clan. Although he was just a doctor in the household department, his words still held great weight.