Outside, the wind was blowing in gusts. The scorching heat of summer had been swept away by this cool night breeze, but the three people inside seemed to have not noticed at all, still sitting with gloomy faces and motionless.

  After a long silence, Song Chengnu finally slapped another palm on the back of Song Yi's head and scolded: "It's late at night, you don't sleep and your mother doesn't need to sleep either?! The filial piety you learned is probably all fed to the dog, do you know that she still hasn't eaten dinner until now?!"

  The old mother was so angry that her chest was still heaving violently, and she was exhausted from supporting her head with one hand. Song Yi felt a surge of guilt and self-blame in his heart, and he kowtowed three times to the ground before backing out.

  Mrs. Song looked at her husband with some puzzlement: "On the evening when Mama Yu went out to set off firecrackers, Xiao Ba asked someone to send over water honey peaches from the small eight-room house. Later on the day Mama Yu died, Xiao Ba also had someone send clothes. You said at the time that this matter was probably not a coincidence, so why do you now want to let Xiao Ba follow Lao Er?"

  Set a tiger free and it will bring endless trouble.

  If Song Chuning is really so deep and even at such a young age dares to kill people, set fires and knows how to destroy evidence, then if she follows Song Yi out, who knows what kind of trouble will be stirred up.

  What's even more frightening is that the second house has two girls who are both incredibly intelligent and cannot get along, making it unlikely that there will be any peaceful days from now on.

  According to her wishes, Song Chuning naturally couldn't follow Song Yi to Changsha, it's better to find a good villa to raise him well and send him back to the ancestral temple.

  Comparing the two granddaughters, it's clear who is lighter and who is heavier, who is closer and who is farther. Song Chuyi not only is clever and quick-witted but also close to herself, more importantly, her younger brother is now Song Yiru's only son. However, Song Chunying makes Old Lady Song feel a bit uneasy, heaven knows what kind of person Li Shi has taught her to be through words and deeds.

  "Look at him now, if he were told that his precious daughter might also be following in her mother's footsteps, he would probably go mad." Song Chengnu felt a bit resentful and frustrated: "Let's talk about it again tomorrow."

  Mrs. Song had been busy for so long and still hadn't eaten, she couldn't help but feel a little hungry, so she hastily ordered Huang to have someone set out the meal, fortunately the kitchen had kept the dishes warm all along, now they didn't need to spend more time on it.

  "Originally, it was said that Xiao Yi would have dinner with Yan Ge and the others, but now all the maids in Yan Ge's room are being replaced, and where they will live has not been decided yet." Song Lao Tai Tai couldn't eat anymore, put down her bowl and sighed: "Who knew that after Xiao Yi went to listen to Yun Xuan's skills, Er Ye actually came back, it really scared me half to death."

  Song Cheng's face didn't look very good either. Nothing else mattered, but if Song Yi made Song Chuyi and Song Yihan lose heart, that would be a troublesome thing.

  Song Yi stood at the window with his hands behind his back, his face covered in stubble. Hearing a noise, he suddenly turned around to see little Song Chuning standing at the door, her eyes brimming with tears and looking pitiful.

  "Why not come in?" He suppressed the sourness and sadness in his heart, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible, afraid of scaring this poor girl who had just lost her mother: "What's there to be afraid of now that you're at your father's place?"

  Song Chunin shrunk his body, a big drop of tears fell to the ground with a plop, and a soft and sticky voice with a crying tone said: "Dad"

  Li died suddenly, and even the loyal maids like Yu's mother were either dead or imprisoned, no one knew how Song Chuning, the daughter of the sinner in their eyes, had been doing all these days.

  Song Yi thought of Li's gentle care and also remembered when Song Chuyi had a high fever, Li didn't eat or drink for several days to take care of her, and later went to the Qingliang Temple to ask for a peace symbol for her, neglecting her own biological daughter.

  His heart suddenly softened and he quickly walked over to pick her up, softly coaxing: "What's wrong, don't you recognize your dad? Why didn't you come over when you saw your dad?"

  Song Chunin's hands were wrapped around Song Yi's neck, and she buried her head in his chest, crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath: "Dad and Mom are dead, they all say I'm a jinx, I thought you didn't want me either, Dad."

  The little girl's tears flowed down her collar and into his neck, breaking his heart.

  At this moment, he can't hate Li for Cui's death, even if it's true, even if Li really plotted to kill Cui. But after all, Li was his partner for seven or eight years, gave birth to his daughter, and did everything for him!

  He held his daughter tightly in his arms, not wanting to think about Song Yan and Song Chuyi anymore. As soon as he thought of the children left behind by Cui Shi, his heart felt both sour and astringent, with an indescribable sense of guilt and fear, and instinctively felt resistant.

  "Don't be afraid." He patted his daughter's head, softly repeating again: "Don't be afraid, Dad will take you to Changsha where the scenery is beautiful, and there is a big persimmon tree in the yard where Dad lives. You'll definitely like it there."

  From the moment she decided to go with her mother to burn Song Yan, she knew that Beijing was absolutely unbearable. After succeeding, Song Chuyi would definitely make a crazy counterattack, and the Cui family would also exert pressure. If they failed, the old lady and the old master would also be disgusted with her.

  Now Song Yi is indeed taking her to Changsha as she wished, and a small sense of pride surged in her heart. Although many things are not the same as in her dreams, although Song Chuyi has taken advantage of her recently, but there will be differences in the future, and there must be differences.

  She cautiously exposed half of her head, both fearful and wronged: "Are Sixth Sister and Fourth Brother going too? Father, why did Mother die? Why don't Sixth Sister and Fourth Brother care about me anymore? My nursemaids are all gone too, at night I'm the only one left in the courtyard, I'm so scared"

  The world is cold and warm, human feelings are also cold and warm. Li's death was not long ago, but the daughter she left behind has been treated so poorly to this extent.

  Song Chuyi and Song Yan treated their innocent and weak younger sister with hearts as cold and hard as knives, so how would they treat this father who originally had an unclear and inexplicable entanglement? They probably hated him too.

  He shook his head, not daring to think further, but in his heart he was even more resistant to getting close to Song Yuanyuan and Song Chuyi, wishing it were dawn already so he could take Song Chuning and leave the Bo Manor for Changsha.

  "Don't be afraid," he forced himself to cheer up and comfort his frightened daughter: "Daddy will find you a new nanny later, and she'll take good care of you. As for your fourth brother and sixth sister, they don't like you anyway, so from now on, just keep a distance from them."

  Song Chuning's biological mother killed Song Yan, the biological mother of Song Chuyu. Even if they wanted to get close, it was impossible now, so it's better for them to keep a distance from each other and try not to see each other as much as possible.