She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

"Don't think about things that have nothing to do with you. It's a headache to think about them." Concubine Zhong advised, "Those people are asking for trouble. They deserve to die."

Song Qingyan was speechless at this time, "Uncle, do you know about this?"

Chu Tingyu nodded, "Yeah."

"Qingyan, your cousin not only knows, he knows it very well." There was a hint of complaint in Concubine Zhong's tone.

"He has come to the palace to see the emperor several times specifically for matters concerning the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion. Normally, the emperor wants to see him, but he refuses to come even when someone is sent to invite him."

"Mother..." Chu Tingyu felt helpless, knowing that she was about to start talking again.

Seeing that Zhong's granddaughter had grown up so much and Chu Tingyu had not yet married, Concubine Zhong couldn't help but complain.

"Yu'er, if you were so concerned about your marriage, I would have a grandson as old as Qingyan."

Chu Tingyu explained, "Mother, the Li family has guarded the northwest for generations, and General Zhenyuan has taught me. Now that General Zhenyuan's daughter is in trouble, I cannot sit idly by for both public and private reasons."

Concubine Zhong was still not satisfied, "Does your helping them conflict with your marrying and having children?"

Hearing this, Song Qingyan showed a trace of shyness on her face. She glanced at Chu Tingyu quickly, then retracted her gaze, but she held the handkerchief in her hand tighter.

Chu Tingyu was most afraid that his mother would bring up this matter.

He swore a vow many years ago that he would never get married until he fulfilled his vow.

But Concubine Zhong was only worried about his marriage. Not only did she talk endlessly, but she usually ended up crying and needed to be coaxed for a long time.

"Mother, didn't you ask me to bring Xu Rui into the palace? He is still waiting in the side hall."

Chu Tingyu was glad that Xu Rui was here, "Let him check on my aunt first. If it's too late, the palace gates will be locked."

Zhong also said, "Yes, your majesty, since Prince Jing specially brought the doctor with him, don't keep him waiting for too long."

Concubine Zhong thought of this and had to give up. She ordered someone to bring Xu Rui in.

After Xu Rui bowed, he opened the medicine box and asked Zhong to move to the table so that he could take her pulse.

Seeing that Chu Tingyu was still there, Mrs. Zhong suggested that they go talk over there instead of waiting here.

Concubine Zhong agreed.

She stayed to accompany Mrs. Zhong and asked Chu Tingyu to take Zhao Yunying and her daughter to the garden at the back and have dinner together later.

Concubine Zhong was deeply favored by the emperor and received continuous rewards. The Yiku Palace was built luxuriously, and naturally even the small garden in the palace was extraordinary.

It is filled with rare and exotic plants, and no matter what season it is, there are always blooming flowers and a thriving scene.

Even compared with the Imperial Garden, it is not inferior.

Although Chu Tingyu brought Zhao Yunying and her daughter to the garden, he rarely spoke. He just took them for a walk as a routine and finally came to the pavilion.

The pavilion was built in a ventilated place and gauze was hung on it to prevent summer mosquitoes.

With a slight breeze, the fragrance of flowers comes through the gauze, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Ever since entering Yikun Palace, the envy in Song Qingyan's eyes has never faded.

Her family was the empress's in-laws, and her father and grandfather both held important positions in the local area. Naturally, she had lived a life of luxury since childhood and had seen many good things.

But when she entered the capital, she realized that there is always someone better than her.

As she sat down, she glanced at the gauze with a surprised expression.

"Mother, this is Xiangyunsha, as thin as a cicada's wing and as light as a floating cloud. I heard that only two pieces of Xiangyunsha can be produced each year. The amount used in this pavilion must be at least five or six pieces of Xiangyunsha. Your Majesty, this is really good."

Zhao Yunying smiled and said, "The things used by the Imperial Concubine are naturally excellent."

Chu Tingyu frowned.

A pavilion using such expensive Xiangyun gauze as its curtain is really too extravagant and ostentatious.

The northwest has been at war intermittently in recent years, and the court's military expenditure is huge.

He had to remind his mother to save money and not waste people's time and money.

Zhao Yunying is a cautious and introverted person. Now that Chu Tingyu didn't speak, the pavilion became quiet.

Song Qingyan put down the teacup, not wanting to miss the opportunity to spend time with him. She thought for a moment and said, "Uncle, you are familiar with the affairs of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion. Do you know if Lin's daughter who was taken away can be found?"

In fact, she was not very interested in the affairs of Wu'an Marquis Mansion, but she just wanted to use it as an opportunity to talk to Chu Tingyu.

Chu Tingyu shook his head, "It's hard to say."

"Is it hard to find?" Song Qingyan asked.

This question seemed very childish, and Zhao Yunying couldn't help laughing.

"Yan'er, Lin's daughter and I were born in the same year. I am thirty-one years old this year, which means that Lin's daughter has been taken away for thirty-one years. Finding her is harder than finding a needle in a haystack."

"But there must be a way, right?" Song Qingyan looked at Chu Tingyu, "Uncle, is Lin looking for her daughter?"

"Yes." Chu Tingyu nodded, "I'm helping to find it too."

Song Qingyan immediately showed an admiring look, "If my cousin can help, I will definitely find it."

Chu Tingyu said, "No, it's not easy."

Because Lin's daughter was born in the same year as her, Zhao Yunying was somewhat interested in this matter.

"My Lord, is there any way to find the person from thirty-one years ago?"

Looking for someone was not a secret, and Chu Tingyu did not hide it.

"The midwife who delivered Lin knew the inside story, but she has been away from Beijing for many years. I have sent people to her hometown to find her. At the same time, we are also investigating whether there were any missing male babies or adopted female babies in or outside the capital when Lin gave birth."

"That's a good idea." Zhao Yunying nodded and picked up the teacup.

Song Qingyan had a question, "Uncle, if we find the baby girl who was adopted thirty-one years ago, how can we tell that she is Lin's daughter?"

Chu Tingyu said, "Mrs. Lin said that she had seen her daughter that day and remembered that she had a birthmark on her body."

In order to have more conversation, Song Qingyan pretended to be interested and asked, "What kind of birthmark is it?"

"Butterfly shape."

Just after she finished speaking, Zhao Yunying, who was drinking tea, suddenly coughed, "Cough cough cough..."

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Song Qingyan was startled and reached out to pat her back. "Are you okay, Mom?"

"It's okay, I just choked on the tea." Zhao Yunying put down the teacup, took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Your Highness Prince Jing, please forgive me for being rude."

"It's okay." Chu Tingyu said, and reminded, "Birthmarks on women are private matters and should not be disclosed to others."

Song Qingyan nodded quickly, "Don't worry, cousin, I'll just pretend I didn't hear it."

Because of Zhao Yunying's cough, Lin's search for his daughter came to an end.

Song Qingyan started asking other questions. Chu Tingyu pretended to be patient and answered briefly, thinking that it would be better to listen to Concubine Zhong urging him to get married.

But Zhao Yunying didn't say anything else, just listened quietly, a little absent-minded.

-

After dinner, Chu Tingyu sent the three generations of the Zhong family back to their residence in the capital.

Ever since she knew they were going to Beijing, Concubine Zhong had people prepare accommodation for them early.

Chu Tingyu politely declined Zhong's invitation to come in for tea, ignored the look Song Qingyan gave him, and left as soon as she saw him off.

After getting on the carriage, he instructed Tianxi that if the Zhong family members came to the palace to find him for something, he should say that he was busy with official business and let Butler Xu handle it.

Tianxi smiled and said, "Master, do you think Miss Song is afraid that Miss Song will come to you?"

Chu Tingyu glanced at him and said calmly, "Since you are so good at talking, you go and deal with her from now on."

"I was wrong." Tianxi slapped his own mouth quickly, "I will inform Butler Xu when I get back."

Chu Tingyu closed his eyes and ignored him.

Tianxi opened the carriage curtain and looked out, "Hey, isn't this Princess Le Yi..."

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Chu Tingyu opened his eyes, leaned forward, and wanted to look outside.

Tianxi quickly finished his words, "It's the home of Princess Leyi... Master, we passed by the General's Mansion."

Seeing the look Chu Tingyu gave him, he laughed and said, "It turns out that Mrs. Zhong lives quite close to the General's Mansion..."

Chu Tingyu sat back and continued to close his eyes.

He had a headache after being quarreled with by Song Qingyan for so long today, but when Tianxi mentioned Li Jingwan just now, his mood improved.

Thinking that they would soon set off together for the northwest, the pressure brought about by the war that might be caused by border pressure was inexplicably reduced.

-

Zhao Yunying was sitting in front of the dressing table. The maid had just taken off her headdress when Song Qingyan pushed the door open and walked in.

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter, Yan'er?" Zhao Yunying turned around.

Song Qingyan didn't say anything immediately, but let the others go down first.

Zhao Yunying said with a smile, "What's going on? Why is it so mysterious?"

Song Qingyan pulled her to sit on the beauty couch, put her arms around her left arm, and said coquettishly, "Of course it's a secret."

Zhao Yunying tapped her daughter's face and said, "There's no one else here now, so you can speak."

Before Song Qingyan could speak, her face turned red, and she said shyly, "Mother, what do you think...what do you think of His Royal Highness Prince Jing?"

Zhao Yunying didn't think much about it, "Of course he is a handsome man, and he is indeed highly regarded by the emperor."

"Then why hasn't he married yet?"

"I heard from your grandmother that it was because of the eldest prince."

"The eldest prince?" Song Qingyan was puzzled. "Didn't he die a long time ago...wasn't he gone?"

Zhao Yunying nodded.

"The eldest prince died in a battle with the Sharong Kingdom. Prince Jing and the eldest prince had a good brotherly relationship. He made a vow that he would not get married until the Sharong Kingdom was defeated."

"Prince Jing usually spends more time in the northwest. He returned to Beijing this year only after the Imperial Concubine requested him many times and the Emperor issued an imperial decree."

"I see..." Song Qingyan nodded, "But I see that the Imperial Concubine has been urging my cousin to get married."

Zhao Yunying smiled, "Your cousin is five years younger than me. Now you are fifteen years old, and he is still unmarried. Of course, the Imperial Concubine is anxious."

Then he added, "Aren't you going to tell me a secret? Is that what you're asking?"

Song Qingyan pursed her lips, and the shyness on her face deepened a little.

"Mom, I saw my cousin today, and I can't stop thinking about him. I want to..."

She finished boldly, "I want to marry him."

Zhao Yunying was shocked.

She only had this one daughter and doted on her very much. Song Qingyan was also spoiled to a certain extent and had always been bold.

But when she directly said that she wanted to marry Chu Tingyu, Zhao Yunying was still shocked.

"Yan'er, what are you talking about? He is your cousin."

"What's wrong with my cousin?" Song Qingyan didn't care.

"It's not like my cousin and my niece can't get married, and Prince Jing is only eleven years older than me. He doesn't have a wife now, and I don't have an engagement, so why not?"

"No." Zhao Yunying shook her head, "Yan'er, there are more suitable families for you in the capital."

The reason why Zhong came to Beijing this time and brought Song Qingyan with her was actually to find a good marriage for her.

Song Qingyan is already fifteen years old and has reached the marriageable age.

There are many wealthy families in the capital, and with Concubine Zhong around, Song Qingyan can choose a better family.

"No one is more suitable than Prince Jing." Song Qingyan's wishes have been almost fulfilled since she was a child. Now that Zhao Yunying flatly rejected her idea, her tone became a little tougher.

"Yan'er, do you think it's good to marry a prince?"

"Of course." Song Qingyan said decisively, "Mom, water flows to the low places, and people go to the high places. Otherwise, you and grandma would not have brought me to Beijing to choose a family."

"Prince Jing is a handsome man, the only prince in the court, and holds a high position of power. He is my cousin, and marrying him will strengthen our relationship, and the Imperial Concubine is willing too."

"Besides, I just like him. I will only marry a man I like."

Zhao Yunying already had a headache, and after hearing what she said, her headache got even worse.

"Yan'er, things are not as simple as you think. Do you know..."

Even though they were alone, she kept her voice low.

"Now that several princes have reached adulthood, the emperor has not appointed a crown prince. Which dynasty didn't have a dispute over the successor? Prince Jing is the only prince, so he is destined to be more conspicuous."

"We will select a good family for you. You will be the principal wife, and with the support of the Imperial Concubine, your husband's family will naturally respect you. You can even decide whether to take a concubine or not. Isn't that better?"

Song Qingyan became increasingly unhappy as she listened and stood up.

"Mother, I won't marry anyone else. I only want to marry Prince Jing."

Zhao Yunying was helpless and said patiently, "Yan'er, can you just marry someone you want?"

"So I'm here to tell you, please ask your grandmother to help talk to the Imperial Concubine." Song Qingyan started to act like a spoiled child again, "Mother, please help your daughter, mother, you are the best to me, please..."

Zhao Yunying was annoyed by her noise, but she couldn't be hard-hearted, so she had to calm down first.

"Yan'er, we just arrived in the capital today. If we rashly go and tell him, wouldn't it seem too hasty and rude? This matter is not urgent. We should consider it in the long run."

When Song Qingyan heard this, she knew Zhao Yunying would definitely agree, and she immediately smiled, "Mom, you really love me the most."

"But you have to tell her as soon as possible, otherwise the Imperial Concubine will find another woman one day."

Zhao Yunying nodded randomly and responded with a few words. Just then, the maid said that the bath was ready, so she let Song Qingyan go to rest.

After Song Qingyan left, the maid came to help her change clothes, but Zhao Yunying shook her head and said, "I'll do it myself, you guys go out."

The maid closed the door, but Zhao Yunying walked to the dressing table and sat down.

It was hot and her clothes were thin, so she reached out and pulled open her collar, revealing a piece of skin under her neck.

Zhao Yunying looked up at the mirror.

In the mirror, a butterfly-shaped birthmark appeared under her right collarbone.