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

"Yes, it was given to Brother Yan by Prince Jin himself." Liu Yueru emphasized.

"No matter who it is given to, it is a symbol of the King of Jin's intention to make friends with the Marquis' Mansion, so we should use it in the most appropriate place." Old Lady Song said righteously.

Liu Yueru looked at Old Madam Song calmly and asked, "What do you mean, Grandmother?"

"Jin'er is the eldest son of the Marquis's family, so he should be given all these honors first. Moreover, he will soon enter the palace with the Crown Prince to accompany the Crown Prince in his studies. I believe that as the mistress of the family, you know what to do?" Old Madam Song said as a matter of course.

In her previous life, Liu Yueru might have been forced to give in to Yan Ge'er due to her grandmother's majesty and give the token to Jin Ge'er.

But it's not what it used to be.

"Grandma, just say what you want to do directly. This way, your granddaughter-in-law won't understand." Liu Yueru asked pretending not to understand.

Old Madam Song felt a lump in her throat.

This is clearly going against me. She has made it so clear, what else can I ask her to say?

"I think you should know that Jin'er needs this token more than Yan'er." Old Madam Song finally said with a thick face.

"This was given to Brother Yan by Prince Jin. I dare not act on my own." Liu Yueru said with a guilty look on her face.

"You can tell others that Yan Ge'er is not feeling well, and let Jin Ge'er go to play with the prince on Yan Ge's behalf. I believe Prince Jin will not mind." Old Lady Song said whimsically.

Liu Yueru sneered.

Old Madam Song doesn't understand Prince Jin at all.

Although Liu Yueru also tried to contact him, from these few conversations, it seemed that he had no extra mood to care about any interpersonal relationships.

And he doesn't need to.

He gave the token to Yan Ge'er only hoping that with the company of Yan Ge'er and the snow fox, the prince would look less lonely.

"Grandma, this matter involves the private property of Prince Jin. I dare not act on my own and I am sorry that I cannot obey your order." Liu Yueru declined politely.

Old Madam Song’s face turned red!

It was the first time that she was rejected by Liu Yueru. In the past, as long as what she wanted was not too excessive, Liu Yueru would arrange it for her.

"When Nanzhi goes to Prince Jin's Mansion, I'll ask him again." Old Madam Song felt very embarrassed and stood up in a rage to leave.

Liu Yueru suddenly asked, "Grandma, why are they all great-grandchildren of the Marquis' Mansion, but Yan'er is my son, your great-grandchild, yet you always consider Jin'er first?"

She fixed her eyes on Old Madam Song, and then slowly asked, "Are those rumors outside true?"

Old Madam Song was astonished, and the person being asked was also stunned.

"Who on earth is gossiping so much? Let someone expose her later." Old Madam Song cursed.

Turning back, he comforted Liu Yueru earnestly, "You are the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion. Remember what to say and what not to say."

"Brother Yan has a miserable life too. If it weren't for his poor health, I wouldn't have let a son from a concubine become my eldest great-grandson. Don't worry about it." Old Madam Song consoled him.

"My granddaughter-in-law knows about it." Liu Yueru said indifferently.

Old Madam Song was afraid that Liu Yueru would continue to ask questions, so she quickly left Wenhuaxuan with the help of Mother Chen.

As soon as they left, Liu Yueru sent Song Yiyan to Liu Zimo who was waiting outside. She gave him a few more instructions before watching him slowly leave the Marquis' Mansion.

When passing the path back to the yard, I saw Song Nanzhi mumbling something while practicing talking to a tree.

When he looked up, his eyes met Liu Yueru's.

Song Nanzhi was stunned for a moment. Her eyes were so beautiful.

But her eyes were full of disappointment and disgust towards herself, and she couldn't utter a single word that she had practiced for so long.