The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

As soon as the matter of the main house was settled, Aunt Yin got the news.

Picking up the stone in front of the dressing mirror, Aunt Yin was drawing her eyebrows while smiling and said to Mother Xian beside her: "Go downstairs and warm up a bowl of osmanthus lotus seed soup. The osmanthus should be the one I collected earlier. That soup will taste good."

Mother Xian nodded and said to Aunt Yin with a smile, "The Duke usually likes to drink osmanthus and lotus seed soup, and his favorite is the one made by Aunt." In order to save face for An, the Duke has been resting in the main house since he came back from the northwest. This time An made a mistake, and Aunt must cherish this opportunity.

Aunt Yin blushed, a little shy: "Mother Xian, go down and get ready."

Today, An made such a big noise, and the old lady was angry. The Duke would definitely not stay overnight in An's room. After waiting for the Duke for so many years, Aunt Yin finally got her chance today.

Back in the main room, the old lady took the Buddhist beads and turned them around quickly a few times, then said to Rong Mama beside her, "When the Duke returns home today, you go and keep an eye on him and ask him to come over first."

During this period, after Song Hongwen finished his court, he would usually go to the upper room to chat with the old lady. After that, he would go to the study or the main room.

Because he was away from home these years, Song Hongwen was unable to show filial piety to his mother. Now that he has the opportunity, Song Hongwen should cherish these days.

As usual, Song Hongwen went to the upper room as soon as he returned home today, without Rong's mother reminding him.

Fortunately, Rong's mother had been with the old lady for most of her life, so she could more or less guess what the old lady was thinking. Before Song Hongwen entered the yard, Rong's mother quickly and softly reminded him, "Duke, there was some conflict in the main house today."

Song Hongwen frowned. The Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince had been fighting fiercely these days, and it was not easy for him to stay in the court. Now, the court was in a state of strife, and the Duke's Mansion was a big family. Song Hongwen had to be careful and considerate every step he took.

As his legal wife, Mrs. An did not think about solving his problems, but instead created disputes every day.

Coming out of the upper room, Song Hongwen frowned even more tightly: "Come here, invite the third young lady to the study."

An and Yang Jing were wrong in today's incident, but their mother had already punished them. Although Song Hongwen was angry, he still wanted to put these two people aside.

When Song Quan, who was beside Song Hongwen, arrived at Linhu Courtyard, Yang Qi was staying in the house, eating the fruits sent by Yuan Ruiyuan and reading a book, looking very comfortable.

Hearing Song Quan's voice outside the house, Yang Qi stopped talking and hurriedly put some powder in front of the mirror to make her face look paler.

Looking at her own pitiful eyes, Yang Qi was very satisfied. Song Hongwen was not an old lady, and the effect of pretending to be pitiful against Song Hongwen was better than expected.

Arriving at Song Hongwen's study, Yang Qi suddenly felt a little emotional. The last time she appeared here was when Song Hongwen, her cheap father, forced her to marry Han Renyuan. But she didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, God gave her another chance to take control of her own destiny.

After Song Quan came forward to report, Song Yangqi entered the study. After all these years, this was the first time Yangqi was alone with Song Hongwen.

Mr. Yang taught very well. The first time Yang Qi saw Song Hongwen, she performed an extremely solemn greeting. She was so dignified that no one could fault her, but she was not approachable.

Song Hongwen turned around and looked at Yang Qi who was standing in the middle of the room.

The afternoon sun shone brightly on Yang Qi through the gaps in the window. In this scene, Yang Qi looked very fairy-like. However, the gauze on her face and the white face made her look very delicate and pitiful.

This was the inspiration Yang Qi got from looking at Yang Lan's appearance after she recovered from smallpox.

Song Hongwen looked at Yang Qi, a little shocked. He had never taken this daughter seriously. All along, all the efforts he made to save face were for the sake of her mother. Now, at first glance, she has grown into a beautiful young lady.

The old lady had talked with Song Hongwen long before when Yang Qi was studying with Mr. Yang. They knew that the mansion could not produce two imperial concubines. However, according to the arrangement of the Duke's Mansion, Yang Qi's future son-in-law would definitely be good and could also become a help to the Duke's Mansion.

Song Hongwen always thought that the old lady's words wanted him to pay more attention to his third daughter, but today's incident made Song Hongwen pay more attention to himself, Yang Qi.

After Doctor Bai treated Yang Qi's wound, he put gauze on it.

Song Hongwen looked at Yang Qi's small face, half of which was covered by gauze, and felt a little distressed: "I heard that you like reading?"

Yang Qi listened to his father's words and nodded softly: "I read some with Mr. Yang, and then I developed this habit."

Liking to read and reading a lot are two different concepts. Although Yang Qi thinks that the saying "a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent" makes no sense, in such an environment, people like Song Hongwen have always adhered to this concept, and they cannot appear to be unique.

Song Hongwen coughed and continued, "The old lady said that your handwriting is good."

Yang Qi then smiled, with the corners of her mouth curled up, filled with happiness and joy, like a white orchid: "The handwriting reflects the person. You can tell a person's temperament and quality from his handwriting."

The reason why Yang Qi said this is because Song Hongwen is a person who is passionate about calligraphy and is quite famous in the capital.

Sure enough, Song Hongwen nodded approvingly: "A good calligraphy is worthy of being called a treasure. Since you are interested in it, practice hard and it will be a specialty in the future. The ladies in the capital are all excellent. If you don't have a specialty, it will be difficult to gain a foothold."

Yang Qi nodded in admiration. Song Hongwen's words were indeed reasonable. Not to mention people at the top of the pyramid like Yang Lan and Bai Yuxin, anyone who wanted to become famous in the capital needed to have a skill that could be shown off.

For many years, he had ignored Yang Qi. Even if Song Hongwen wanted to get closer to Yang Qi, there was nothing to talk about for a while. In addition, Yang Qi always answered Song Hongwen's questions indifferently, not showing any special intimacy, which made Song Hongwen feel a little unhappy.

Sighing, Song Hongwen said, "You have been wronged today. There will be no such thing in the future."

Hearing Song Hongwen's words, Yang Qi's tears suddenly fell, like jade beads, crystal clear: "Daddy, my daughter is not wronged."

Seeing Yang Qi crying in front of him, Song Hongwen comforted her dryly, "I have prepared a lot of gifts for you, let's take them back later."

After expressing his sincere gratitude, Yang Qi returned to Linhu Courtyard with a happy face, taking the gift given by Song Hongwen.