The Princess of Zhen Nan visited for the second time in just three days, and Old Lady Song couldn't help but think of the fire at the Bo residence last night. Although she had already prepared herself, her heart still felt a little uneasy, and her expression was somewhat subdued.

  As expected, after just a few words, Princess Zhen Nan's face turned worried and she asked about the fire at the Bo Mansion: "How did it suddenly catch fire? It's been many years since such a big fire broke out in the capital. I was worried for you and could see the thick smoke rising from your mansion all the way to the Imperial City that night." She suppressed her anxiety and started a conversation with Old Lady Song.

  The British princess, Mrs. He, however, kept stretching her neck to look outside, and the anxious color between her glances was almost unbearable.

  Fortunately, she heard the words of Princess Zhen Nan and came back to her senses, forcing a smile to interrupt and answer: "That's right, last night was curfew, otherwise the young master would have come over to see if there was any help from Amitabha Buddha, fortunately, I heard that there were no casualties?"

  The madam nodded with a hint of relief: "Indeed, thanks to the Buddha's blessing, fortunately no one was hurt."

  "This is a blessing in disguise." The British princess clasped her hands together, without asking about the cause of the fire at all, and instead sighed with a worried expression: "The other day, your family came to our house to report the death, saying that the second lady had passed away. We wanted to draft a memorial ceremony to come and pay our respects, but then we heard that not even a mourning hall was set up?"

  In the capital, there has never been a precedent for this. Except for the wife of Chengguo Gong and the old lady of the Zhongyi General's mansion who passed away not long ago, both of whom were buried in a humble manner without setting up a mourning hall, all other imperial edicts that have been issued have followed established precedents. These two are still exceptions due to special circumstances, after all, they are the wives of families that have committed crimes.

  "Alas, who says it's not true? It seems that recently she has been afflicted with some calamity. Our family has had one misfortune after another - the second son's acne, and we've even consulted a geomancer, who said that her fate is in conflict with our ancestral tomb's water. Where can you reason with this? Our old master is very particular about rules, and he personally asked the Imperial Observatory, which also said that her eight characters are unlucky and will hinder our children's prospects. So after discussing it with the Li family, we decided to simplify everything."

  It's rare to see a noble lady like you die in such a miserable state.

  However, Princess Zhen Nan and the British public's wife were both intelligent people. Upon hearing this, they not only didn't show any curiosity but also smiled in agreement: "That's right, if the water is bad, it will bring disaster to future generations. It really can't be taken lightly."

  He glanced at the Princess of Zhen Nan, her face still barely maintained, but in her heart she was even more anxious. Li had died, and regardless of whether the funeral was held or not, her children should have been mourning for her, how could the girls who were in their hot mourning period go out to visit guests?

  While everyone was talking, suddenly the curtain outside was lifted, and a Song Chuyi had already stepped in slowly.

  Her gait was different from that of ordinary girls, although the flowing water was pleasing to the eye, but the steps of other girls were more steady and dignified, as if there were many brilliant flowers waiting for her on the road ahead.

  The Princess of Zhen Nan superimposed her and Cui's shadow from the past, suddenly discovering that this was how people from the Cui family walked - with their backs straight and full of spirit.

  "Come quickly!" She was the first to react, and after Song Chuyi finished her greetings, she pulled her forward with a smile: "It's been some days since we last met, you've become even more dusty."

  The British princess also smiled and joked: "Indeed, she is becoming more and more lovely. No wonder our girls at home are all thinking of her after returning."

  Song Chuyi looked around and found that neither her fourth nor fifth sister was present. She thought to herself, "These two noble ladies can't possibly have come just to see me, with so many girls in the house, they specifically asked to see me alone."

  Song Chuning sat on the long bench in the corridor, and with a slight tilt of her head, she could see a row of birds chirping and jumping around opposite her, but there was no joy on her face, only indifference and coldness.

  Cui Qiao hesitated for half a day before shrinking back and responding, "Miss, your mother is being held in Taoranju. Sixth Miss just went to interrogate her this morning. Just now, the Princess of Zhen Nan and the wife of the British Gong's son arrived, and she only came out then."

  Song Chuning fiddled with a leaf in his hand, crushing it and grinding it between his fingers, getting his hands covered in green juice without batting an eye, and instead showed a hint of a smile.

  That smile didn't reach his eyes, Cui Qiao didn't dare look again, hanging her head and not daring to speak a word.

  "Go to Taoranju for a trip." Song Chuning pinched her index finger until it turned red and blistered, but she didn't feel the pain. She turned her head and stared at Cuiqiao: "Now that the weather is so hot, Auntie hasn't changed her clothes all night, she must be uncomfortable. You help me send a set of clothes to her."

  Cuiqiao didn't want to go. Previously, the young lady from their own household had asked Lüshan to send peaches to Yu's mother, and Yu's mother had then set fire to Taoranju. Now the young lady was asking her to send clothes to Yu's mother again, and she didn't dare imagine what would happen after sending them.

  But Song Chuning's gaze was fixed on her, and that gaze made all her thoughts visible, she almost couldn't help but burst into tears, and finally nodded after a long time under Song Chuning's cold gaze.

  Song Chunin watched her run to the main house, then shifted his gaze to Cui Guo who was standing guard beside him: "Go and keep an eye on her, if she doesn't go, you go instead."

  Song Chuyi is no longer the foolish and deceived little girl in her memory. Since she went to interrogate her mother, she naturally knew where the key to communicating with her mother was.

  As for that woman, Mother, on the surface she appears loyal, but in reality it's all about money and power. Perhaps there is some genuine affection too, but it's not enough to make her sacrifice her own children to send them to their deaths with the Lis. At this moment, who knows if she has already betrayed Song Chu-yi.

  But she didn't feel panicked at all, so what if Song Chuyi had a hold on her mother's life? In the end, it was still up to herself whether she lived or died.

  As long as Mother Yu is dead, this matter will die without evidence. It was Mother Yu who was seen by people going to Songtao Garden to set fire, she is the one who should really die.

  And all of this, if there wasn't Mom as the sole witness, what does it have to do with me?

  As for Song Chuyi, it's only a matter of time. Now that they've torn their faces apart, there's no difference anymore. She doesn't believe she'll lose to Song Chuyi based on her experience in the dream, nor does she believe Song Chuyi can escape that dream and be reborn. In this world, only the phoenix can be reborn from the ashes, is Song Chuyi worthy of it?