The next morning, Yu Shu came in with a jewelry box, smiling and handed it to Zi Yun beside Song Chuyi, then smiled at Song Chuyi: "This is what the old lady gave you, saying that three days later is the auspicious day for the British Duchess's daughter, let you send this as a gift."

  The British Princess He and the wife of Zhen Nan Wang came to the Bo Mansion last time, taking the marriage of their eldest sister as an excuse, saying that Song Chu Yi's horoscope was suitable, coincidentally fulfilling what Mr. Feng Shui said about sitting on a small bed.

  Mrs. Song had previously refused outright, but in the past few days, the British princess's lady-in-waiting had repeatedly sent over the family's servants and maidservants to persuade her, and with the help of the elder madam, she finally agreed reluctantly.

  Of course, this is just a nominal statement.

  Song Chuyi lowered her head, somewhat puzzled - the matter of San Niang she had originally wanted to tell Old Lady Song last night, but was delayed because of Song Yi's sudden return. If there was no business with San Niang, how could Old Lady Song have accepted He Shi's invitation?

  She hung her head and didn't say a word, but the crystal clear jade book in her mind couldn't help but think of other things. She couldn't bear to whisper: "Sixth Miss shouldn't be sad either. There are no parents who aren't good in the world. Where is there a father who really favors one child over another? It's all because of Second Master's own flesh and blood, he loves them dearly."

  Yu Shu had always been favored by Old Lady Song, so she must have heard something and was now trying to comfort herself. Song Chuyi smiled gently and said "I know" in a soft voice, then saw Yu Shu get up to take her leave.

  "The old lady said to ask you to come over after you've finished washing up, they cooked several porridges today, including the spicy one you like, eight-treasures, and Job's tears red rice, the side dishes are also your favorite style." Yushu finished speaking, bowed slightly, and went out along the original path.

  Watching Yu Shu leave, Hong Yu quietly slipped in to braid Song Chuyi's hair. She was meticulous and diligent in her work, and braiding hair was something she did exceptionally well.

  In the glass mirror, her swollen eyes and a circle of dark circles under her eyes were reflected. Song Chuyi looked at her putting on a shoulder pad for herself, seemingly somewhat restless, and frowned to call out to her: "Hongyu?"

  Who would have thought that with just a light call, the sandalwood carved flower comb in Hongyu's hand fell to the ground with a snap.

  It's really unusual for Hongyu, who has always been calm and composed.

  Song Chuyi looked at her as she hastily picked up the comb, turned around and glanced at her: "Where did you go last night? Why do you look like you didn't sleep all night?"

  After what happened with Wang and Huang, the servants in the mansion were all doing their jobs quietly. Hongyu suddenly felt a pang of guilt, wondering if her mistress had sent someone to follow her and was now coming to question her.

  She hastily knelt down on the ground with a thud, and thinking of Huang Yao's fate, she couldn't help but feel a chill. Trembling with fear, she told her: "Miss, I went to see Eighth Miss last night."

  Song Chuyi's eyes widened, and for a moment, she couldn't quite put her finger on what emotions were swirling inside her. With a complex expression, she glanced at Hongyu, who was still kneeling, and sighed, "And then? What did she say to you?"

  She couldn't quite recall what mistake Hongyu had made in her past life that led to Li's family driving her away, but since Li's family would drive her away, it meant she was loyal.

  But now, Song Chuyi didn't dare to confirm her loyalty completely. She was like walking on a tightrope, and one misstep could make her fall off the cliff and never get up again. There was no room for any accidents.

  Hongyu gave Song Chuyi a few solid head butts, looked at her with some tears in his eyes, and said with a shrinking head: "It's nothing, it's just that the eighth miss cried so hard, saying she didn't know why her mother suddenly died, and didn't know where she offended the old master and mistress and you."

  Playing the pitiful and innocent, in these two aspects Song Chuning can be said to have received Li's true legacy, even surpassing the master, acting skills are so good that they may be better than those popular actors by a few points.

  Song Chuyi's face was expressionless, not moved in the slightest, and she raised her chin for Hongyu to continue speaking.

  "The rest is nothing. Hong Yu was most afraid of Song Chu Yi's gloomy face and silence, and couldn't help but speak more nervously: 'It's just that Eighth Miss asked me to beg a favor from you, she's now alone in the mansion with no one to talk to, and wants to come over often to chat with you.'"

  Does someone like Song Chuning still need others to talk to her? Does she still need to beg for mercy from anyone?

  Zi Yun and Qing Tao exchanged a glance, both of them filled with worry and hesitation before looking away again.

  Song Chuyi only felt that she had heard a huge joke, and she looked at Hongyu, suddenly asking faintly: "Then how do you think?"

  It's like Qing Tao, who is clever and has already guessed about Yu's mother's affair with Song Chu Ning. Zi Yun is also a clever person, and based on some clues, she has guessed the general idea. As for Lu Yi, even if she didn't guess it, she naturally harbors hostility and vigilance towards Li Shi and Song Chu Ning.

  And Hongyu, perhaps also in the past

  Hong Yu shook her head, knelt on the ground and trembled slightly. The silence in the room finally made her unable to bear it, she choked for a while before tentatively expressing her thoughts: "Miss, although Li Shi was despicable, after all, she's already dead now. Eighth Miss is just a child, she's even younger than Fourth Young Master by ten months... I think Miss shouldn't be too..."

  Song Chuyi's eyes welled up with disappointment, she didn't look at the red jade on the ground again, turned her head and said softly "I know", then let Ziyun lead her out: "Since you didn't sleep well last night, take a good rest today. Qingtao come and help me comb my hair."

  Hong Yu bit her lip, feeling a little uneasy, but didn't dare say anything more for fear of making Song Chuyi angry, and followed Zi Yun out.

  The young girl Qing Tao picked up the rose hair oil and poured a drop onto the sandalwood comb, first combing Song Chuyi's hair smooth before starting to braid it.

  "Tell Auntie Xü to take her to the Tongzhou Zhuangzi, then." Song Chuyi closed her eyes, feeling extremely tired: "With Auntie Xü taking care of her there, she'll be fine."

  Hong Yu wasn't blind, that day when she and her mother were killed at Tao Ran Ju, it was because she had accepted the clothes of Song Chu Ning's personal maid. Even if she hadn't guessed the connection between the two, Lu Yi should have told her about it. It's just that her kind heart wouldn't let her believe that a six-year-old girl could be so cruel and ruthless.

  Song Chuyi didn't find it strange that she was softhearted, but rather found it chilling that she knew Song Yan almost lost his life that time, yet still had the kindness to forgive the mastermind behind the scenes.

  She can't tolerate having such a big fool by her side who can be swayed by others with just a few words, and even more so, she doesn't dare to gamble with Song Yan on this one-in-a-thousand chance.

  Considering she had been diligent and hadn't made any mistakes in the past, she let her go to Tongzhou Zhuangzi, where Stewardess Xu would take good care of her.