After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

"Huai'er knows. Don't worry, Huai'er won't embarrass you." Gu Huai said with red eyes and tears.

Sun was standing aside, wiping away tears with heartache.

Song Mingli found it funny...it didn't seem like they were sending their children to school, but rather to a dangerous place.

“Although Huai’er is young, he is sensible. Let’s ask him to go to school with Jingyou tomorrow.” Gu Qingshan said to Song Mingli.

He stared at Song Mingli with burning eyes.

It seemed that no matter how she refused or declined, he was ready to deal with it.

Song Mingli nodded readily, "It's OK to be my study partner."

She agreed so readily that Gu Qingshan and Sun looked at her in surprise, as if they were still waiting for her next words.

She turned to Madam Gu and said, "Grandma, when is dinner? Jingyou still has a few big characters left by the master to write."

Madam Gu smiled with satisfaction and said, "Okay, okay, let's have dinner right away. Look, this is what a family looks like, living in harmony and happiness. How wonderful!"

Song Mingli laughed secretly. The old lady's eyes were really blurry. Which eye of hers could see "harmony and beauty"?

It was just that he saw himself and readily agreed to Gu Qingshan’s unreasonable request.

As for why she agreed?

Haha, because she knows Gu Huai too well.

To be honest, Song Mingli felt that she understood Gu Huai's character better than Gu Qingshan and Su Yi.

Because in her previous life, she raised Gu Huai with real care.

She knew that Gu Huai was sensitive, both humble and arrogant. He had low self-esteem, so other people's casual words would trigger his stress response, making him feel that others were looking down on him and humiliating him.

From today's perspective, he is not only sensitive and playful, but also has the awkward identity of a "foster child".

Compared with his previous life, he was even more humble and arrogant in front of outsiders.

Gu Qingshan only wants his son to be successful, but he doesn’t care about the child’s inner heart, what he is going through, and what he really needs.

Can he really raise a good child like this?

After dinner, I returned to Qichiyuan.

Song Mingli sat next to Jingyou, grinding ink for him and watching him write.

After Jingyou finished writing one, she rubbed his fingers and wrists, asked him what happened in the school today, and also told him what he should pay attention to when he brought Gu Huai with him tomorrow.

"By the way, mother, I met a man at the Wang family, and he said he was a subordinate of Prince Jing."

Jingyou looked at Song Mingli and said, "He said that His Royal Highness Prince Jing told my mother that he was taken to the hunting ground by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince recently and would not be back for a while. He has repeatedly told the Wang family to take good care of me.

"But he didn't do what he promised to mother. He will come to apologize to mother when he returns to Beijing."

Song Mingli's heart trembled slightly.

Why would a dignified Prince Jing apologize to a woman from the inner chamber?

What's more, he had recommended Jingyou to study at the Wang family's school. When he was at the Song family, the second master of the Wang family came to see Jingyou in person to understand his enlightenment.

Today, the Wang family sent their legitimate son to pick someone up in person.

How could this be considered as Song Mingli's honor? Even less so, it was not the Changning Marquisate's honor. The Wang family was considering Prince Jing's honor!

"Your Majesty, you are too kind." Song Mingli smiled, "Are you adapting well in school?"

"Young Master Wang treats me very well, and so does my teacher." Jingyou said with a smile, "Mother, don't worry about me, Molan is watching from afar."

Song Mingli nodded, accompanied his son to finish writing, helped him wash up, and let him go to bed early.

The next day, the Cui family's carriage really came to pick up Jingyou.

Jingyou was already standing at the door in high spirits, carrying the green rice dumplings he had prepared for Mr. Zhang and the young masters of the Cui family. His posture was as straight as a small green pine.

Gu Huai was still leaning on the servant, dozing off.

Gu Qingshan stood aside nervously.

The young master of the Cui family got off the carriage and greeted Jingyou warmly, "Mr. Zhang missed you a lot. He was very happy to hear that you were going today."

But seeing Gu Huai also followed Jingyou forward, the young master of the Cui family frowned immediately, "Mr. Zhang didn't invite him to study in our family!"

Gu Huai woke up immediately, his face tense with anger and humiliation.

Gu Qingshan quickly stepped forward and said, “He is Jingyou’s study partner! A study partner.”

The young master of the Cui family looked at Jingyou and then at Gu Huai.

"Study companion, why don't you carry the book box for the master?" asked the young master of the Cui family with raised eyebrows.

The book box was now in Molan's hand.

Gu Qingshan's face twitched, huh, I was careless. The Cui family master was not easy to mess with in the court, who knew that even a little kid in his family could be so sharp.

Gu Huai, however, gnashed his teeth secretly because of the word "master".

"Forget it, since we're study companions, let's go together." The young master of the Cui family said generously.

Gu Huai was about to follow Jingyou into the car.

The young master of the Cui family snorted, and the servant beside him immediately pushed Gu Huai.

Gu Huai took two steps back and looked at the young master of the Cui family in shock and anger.

"Why did you push me?"

"You are my study companion, so are you going to ride in the same car with us?" The young master of the Cui family said, "Go sit in the car at the back."

Gu Huai puffed up his cheeks, tears in his eyes.

Song Mingli knew that he wanted to throw his hands up and say, "I won't go to the Cui Family School anymore! I won't be a companion anymore!"

But Gu Qingshan coughed heavily, "Go quickly."

Gu Huai looked at him with red eyes, and went to the Gu family's carriage at the back with a face full of resentment.

"Mr. Zhang said that you are very fast at memorizing things. If you have any tricks, please teach me!" The young master of the Cui family eagerly pulled Jingyou's sleeve and invited him to sit in the Cui family's large and comfortable carriage.

Song Mingli watched his son leave and turned to leave.

Gu Qingshan stopped her, “Mingli…it’s time to pay the servants’ monthly wages.”

It's coming, it's coming.

"Before I left last time, I gave the account books and keys and identification cards of the Marquis' Mansion to my mother." Song Mingli said calmly.

Gu Qingshan frowned, "You should know the situation in the mansion! Last time, in order to save my second brother, I had no choice but to use your dowry to help! But you...

"We are all family, but you called the police to arrest me! I was beaten with a stick and had to spend a few days in jail! Don't you feel a little guilty?"

Song Mingli looked at him calmly...

Oh, the thief doesn't feel guilty, but she feels guilty for having her land stolen? She really gave him face.

"If the prince is dissatisfied with the judgment of Jingzhao Prefecture, he may continue to appeal." After saying this, Song Mingli turned and left.

Gu Qingshan quickly blocked her way.

“We are all family. You sued me and asked me to pay compensation… I don’t blame you. The Marquis’ Mansion is in trouble now, and I am in trouble too. You can’t just stand by and watch, right?” Gu Qingshan looked at her with a sullen face.

"Hehe, I don't understand what you are saying, Prince? You blame me? What do you blame me for?" Song Mingli looked up at him.

Her eyes were cold and clear, without the melancholy and sorrow of a resentful woman that her mother had described, nor was there any love or obsession in her.

There was only calmness and distance in her eyes.

Gu Qingshan's heart suddenly felt empty... It was as if something that originally belonged to him was lost, gone, completely lost.