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

Song Nanzhi no longer had the same affection for Yuan Qinglian as before. When he heard that Song Shijin almost lost his life because of her, he became so angry that he pulled her up from her chair.

He said to her angrily, "How far do you want to harm the Marquis' Mansion? Jin'er is my only child now, do you want to kill him too?"

Listening to Song Nanzhi's pointing, Yuan Qinglian's mind went blank and he hurriedly shook his head to explain: "I, I didn't, I......"

Before Yuan Qinglian could finish his words, Song Nanzhi raised his hand and slapped Yuan Qinglian hard.

Yuan Qinglian's legs were not stable, and Song Nanzhi was very strong.

"Bang!" With a sound, the wronged temple hit the corner of the table hard.

The blood flowed along the corner of the table to the ground, and then Yuan Qinglian fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

Yuan Qinglian's consciousness began to become blurred, and the past was like smoke, flashing before her eyes one scene after another.

When Song Nanzhi realized something was wrong, he turned to look at Yuan Qinglian, stepped forward to check, and found that Yuan Qinglian had died!

Song Nanzhi retracted his outstretched hand with some trembling. His mind went blank for a moment and he didn't know what to do. But suddenly he thought of his reunion with Princess Anlan tomorrow, and he forced himself to calm down.

He carried Yuan Qinglian's body to the yard where she usually lived, threw her to the ground, and faked the tragic scene of her falling to death in his own yard.

Then he went back to his yard and changed into clean clothes, then returned to Yulinju and wiped the bloodstains on the table.

After doing all this, Song Shijin woke up slowly and looked at Song Nanzhi in the room.

Song Shijin shouted with a complicated expression: "Father."

Song Nanzhi was startled by the sudden cry. He threw the bloody rag on his hand to the ground and asked Song Shijin, "Do you feel better?"

"Thirsty." Song Shijin said through his dry lips.

Song Nanzhi hurriedly got up and poured him a glass of water.

Song Shijin's eyes fell on Song Nanzhi's bloodstained hands, and he asked calmly, "Why are there so many bloods on father's hands?"

Song Nanzhi tightened his grip on the cup and lied, "Father was worried that you would be scared after seeing this, so he wanted to wipe off some of the blood on the ground first."

It took a sweat towel from the side, wiped the blood off its hands, and then wiped the blood stains on the quilt. Then it handed the cup to Song Shijin's mouth, motioning him to drink water.

Song Shijin looked at Song Nanzhi quietly without exposing him. Instead, he opened his mouth and drank the water in the cup in big gulps.

Song Nanzhi said nothing about Song Shijin's suicide. After a long while, Song Nanzhi finally said, "Have a good rest and don't do anything stupid again. If you really want to see your mother, I'll take you to see her in a few days."

When Song Shijin heard this, Liu Yueru's dark and lifeless eyes brightened up a little.

He nodded with difficulty, and then asked in a low voice: "Will mother meet us?"

Song Nanzhi was speechless when asked. He went there several times, but Liu Yueru's attitude towards him was not very good.

He suddenly thought of something and asked with a smile, "Do you want your mother to come back to the Marquis' Mansion?"

Song Shijin nodded without even thinking: "Yes."

The years when Liu Yueru was in the Marquis' Mansion were the happiest and most carefree days for Song Shijin.

He was thinking, if Liu Yueru could come back to the Marquis' Mansion, his life could go back to what it was before, with someone paving the way for him, and he wouldn't have to live in such a miserable way as he did now.

"Your mother said that as long as we find a sedan chair with eight bearers to pick her up, she will come back to the Marquis' Mansion with us. Are you willing to do this for your father?" Song Nanzhi asked with a happy face.

Song Shijin was slightly stunned, and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't my father go? Will my mother not see me if I go?"

Song Nanzhi waved his hand and said in a high-sounding manner, "I can't go. My father's status is not enough to use a sedan chair. If I show up, I'm afraid my current position will be lost. But you are different. You are a child. You said that you used your pocket money to hire a sedan chair to take your mother back to the mansion. First, it shows that you are filial. Second, your mother will have to come back with you in front of everyone. As long as your mother comes back to the mansion, she will let go of her prejudice against us after a long time, and she will take care of us."

Song Shijin was still a child after all, and he believed what Song Nanzhi said casually.

He nodded hurriedly, raised his hand to open the cup and ran out: "Then my son will go now."

Song Nanzhi looked at Song Shijin's pale face, and thought of Yuan Qinglian's body that had not been dealt with yet, so he pulled Song Shijin back and said, "Wait a minute, Jin'er."

Song Shijin looked at Song Nanzhi puzzledly and asked, "If father goes earlier and mother comes back earlier, the future of the Marquis' Mansion will get better sooner."

"If you go out like this now, your mother will be scared. Besides, I don't know why, but when I went to look for the merchants who rent sedan chairs these two days, they all said that the sedan chairs were needed by someone else and could not be rented out. They asked me to come back later." Song Nanzhi explained to Song Shijin.

He pulled Song Shijin back to the bed and continued to comfort her, "Take good care of yourself first. I'll go and see if I can borrow a sedan chair and invite someone later. Once all these are ready, it won't be too late for you to go."

Song Shijin then obediently lay back on the bed.

Luzhu heard about the situation at Yulinju from the court doctor and came over to check it out.

Luzhu and Fusang were originally from the princess's mansion. Xie Anlan thought that no one would take care of Song Nanzhi in his attached high school, so he secretly sent these two maids to Song Nanzhi's mansion.

As Luzhu stepped into Song Shijin's room, a strong smell of blood hit her nose, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Luzhu quickly calmed himself down and bowed slightly to Song Nanzhi and Song Shijin.

Song Nanzhi nodded slightly, pointed at the bloodstains on the ground and said as a matter of course: "Clean them all up, don't leave any bloodstains behind."

Luzhu was also a middle-level maid in the princess's mansion. Her daily work was relatively easy. But after arriving at the marquis's mansion, she discovered that there was not even a maid to clean the house.

Cleaning every day is tiring, and at the end they have to light the fire and cook. After just half a day, Luzhu and Fusang can't stand it anymore.

Hearing Song Nanzhi's tone, they looked down on him even more, but the princess had arranged for them to come to the marquis's mansion, and they all came here with their indentures, which were now in Song Nanzhi's hands.

Even if Luzhu had complaints in her heart, she didn't dare to say anything.

Instead, he nodded obediently.

He turned around and went out to get the cleaning supplies, and after a long time he returned to Yulinju to start cleaning the bloodstains.

During the cleaning process, Luzhu carefully discovered that there was blood in the corner of the table. The court doctor said that Song Shijin had committed suicide by cutting his wrists, so what happened to the blood?