I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Yuan Qinglian's face turned pale and he fell to the ground.

Song Nanzhi pursed his lips tightly, his brows were cold, and he fell into deep thought.

Old Madam Song sat on a high seat, her aura fully revealed, and she said sternly: "Since you don't want to become the concubine of the Marquis' Mansion, Madam Chen will prepare the poisoned wine, and you drink it in one gulp. This is the best explanation to Jin'er."

Yuan Qinglian was shocked, her body trembling slightly, and she looked at Song Nanzhi with tearful eyes.

Song Nanzhi thought of Liu Yueru's warning, closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "Otherwise, do you have any better way than this?"

"The matter has been exposed. Even if Yue'er is generous and doesn't pursue the matter, the servants will always pass the message back and forth. It is impossible for you to stay by my grandmother's side and serve her without any status or position."

Yuan Qinglian was unwilling, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she nodded in agreement.

"Did Yue'er say how to deal with this matter?" Old Madam Song asked Song Nanzhi after she realized it belatedly.

Song Nanzhi spoke with some difficulty: "She let us decide for ourselves. Now that things have come to this, registering her as a concubine is the greatest respect for her."

Think about this.

Old Madam Song glanced at Yuan Qinglian unhappily.

After all the twists and turns, you've finally become my grandson's aunt. If you've entered the mansion properly as an aunt at the beginning, there wouldn't be any worries later.

"Go and open the ancestral temple and ask for the family tree. From now on, Yuanshi will be Nanzhi's aunt. After she is included in the list, she will move to the west wing next to Nanxi Hall." Old Lady Song said indifferently.

Song Nanzhi took Yuan Qinglian and retreated.

Song Yiyan learned from the servants that his mother had discovered the affair between Yuan Qinglian and his father.

He dropped the brush in his hand and rushed towards Wenhuaxuan.

"Mother." Looking at Liu Yueru watering the flowers in the yard with a calm expression, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Yueru smiled and put down the kettle in her hand, and asked gently: "Why are you running so fast? But do you have any good things to share with mother?"

Song Yiyan glanced at Mother Yan who looked unhappy behind his mother.

I guess the servants wouldn't dare to talk nonsense about such things.

Just before coming here, he secretly went to the ancestral hall to take a look, and his father and his cousin were indeed there.

Song Yiyan changed his words and said, "It's nothing. I just missed my mother and came to see her."

No one knows a son better than his mother. Seeing that the ink on his hands was not washed off, she knew why he came.

Liu Yueru took him to one side and washed him patiently like she did when they were children: "In spring, many flowers are competing for beauty, and they all have their own purposes. It is the same for people. In this process of blooming flowers, there is no such thing as good or bad. It just depends on the level of one's own means to become the king of flowers."

"Mother, some flowers are beautiful but cannot bloom to the end, whereas some flowers are ordinary but can stand firm among hundreds of flowers." Song Yiyan tilted his head to look at Liu Yueru and expressed his opinion.

Liu Yueru's eyes curved, "Brother Yan is very smart. The most terrifying thing is not those bright flowers, but those lurking in the dark."

Just like Yuan Qinglian, who hid in the dark in her previous life, he never noticed her and only thought that she was serving the old lady wholeheartedly and caring about the Marquis' Mansion wholeheartedly.

"I understand, son. Thank you, mother, for washing my hands." Song Yiyan bowed and said goodbye to Liu Yueru.

After leaving Wenhuaxuan.

He did not go directly back to his yard.

Instead, he went to his father's Xingyuxuan.

Song Shijin was lying on his father's bed, dying.

"Brother!" Song Yiyan called out lightly.

When Song Shijin moved, his buttocks felt painful.

He bared his teeth and looked at Song Yiyan, but did not dare to show his disgust for him in his eyes.

"What's up little brother?"

"I admire you as a man of integrity, so I specially brought you some medicine for wounds today. I heard from Brother Wenhua that this medicine is commonly used by King Jin and has miraculous effects on healing wounds. I specially gave it to you, brother." Song Yiyan placed the medicine bottle next to his pillow.

When Song Shijin learned that it was the young master who gave the plan, he said, "When big brother gets better, how about I bring big brother to thank the young master in person?"

Song Yiyan smiled gently: "Okay."

"Today I heard that father stayed overnight in the courtyard of his new concubine. I don't know why, but cousin Yuan was suddenly taken in by father as a concubine. But I heard from the servants that father didn't look well. I have to be careful when he comes back." He recounted today's events in a light-hearted manner.

"What!" Song Shijin could no longer hold back when he heard that his mother became a concubine.