"Mother Qin, did you encounter anything strange when you went to Qingcheng to pick up your third sister?" Su Baixi asked.
For some reason, she suddenly felt something strange in her heart.
"Back to Miss, everything went well and nothing happened." Qin's mother bowed her back and replied.
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"Third Miss, please go this way." After the commotion just now, Hongmei's attitude towards Su Yueming became even more submissive.
After passing through several corridors, we finally arrived. Grandma Yang, the eldest lady, and her aunt were all inside.
Yang, the old lady of the Su family, had handed over the affairs of the mansion to the eldest lady many years ago, but she still has the supreme status in the mansion.
Su Yueming's aunt Su Ying's husband died in the battle a few years ago, and the two of them had no children. According to custom, Su Ying was married and could not return to Su's family to live long-term. However, the old lady loved Su Ying very much since she was a child and could not bear her being alone in her husband's family in the future.
Feeling helpless, he went to the palace in person to ask for grace from the Queen Mother, and specifically allowed her to take Su Ying back to the Su family and stay with her.
Su Yueming remembered that her aunt Su Ying fasted and chanted Buddha's name. She was aloof from the world, had an indifferent temperament, was taciturn on weekdays, and lived in seclusion indoors for a long time. In her previous life, she had very little interaction with Su Ying.
Thinking about it, Su Yueming had already entered.
Grandmother Yang was sitting on the couch in the center, with two maids kneeling beside her, massaging her back. She was holding scissors in her hand, pruning a pot of plants in front of her, all the time on her face.
No expression.
Aunt Su Ying sat aside with a calm look on her face, twirling Buddhist beads in her hand and dressed simply and elegantly.
And her mother, Mrs. Song of the Prime Minister's Mansion, looked at Su Yueming who walked in with a smile, looking amiable and amiable.
Su Yueming had a submissive smile on her face, but the fists hidden in her sleeves were tightly clenched, and there was a refreshing chill in the corners of her eyes. She wished she could immediately pounce on this vicious old woman and throw her to the ground.
He bit her and asked her, she also has children, how could she bear to send her five-year-old daughter to a brothel to become a prostitute!
But the overwhelming hatred in her heart finally turned into just one sentence: "Yue Ming has met her grandmother, mother, and aunt."
Yang raised her eyelids, glanced at her granddaughter kneeling below, and asked, "How was this journey?"
Su Yueming bowed her arms again and said, "Thank you grandma for your concern. Yueming has a smooth journey.
"That's good, forget Qingcheng from now on, this is your home." Yang put down the scissors and said.
"Yes, Yue Ming remembered it." Su Yueming's manners were very good and the rules were just right.
"Let me see..." At this time, the eldest lady stood up, walked to Su Yueming's side, helped her up, took her hand, looked at her carefully, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and said, "Mother
, look at this poor child, she has become so thin, she has really suffered all these years, and I strongly opposed sending her away at the beginning..." As she said that, she picked up the handkerchief and wiped the wet corners of her eyes.
Strongly opposed? Su Yueming's eyes twitched. She had clearly encouraged Su Buqing to send her away, and because she gave birth to the Broken Palm Girl, her biological mother, the fourth aunt, was also left out by Su Buqing and was driven to a remote small courtyard.
People care.
Now, with her gentle words, she not only completely brushed off the responsibility, but also cleverly created the image of a sweet and caring aunt. She was worthy of being the aunt and daughter of Su Baixi, both of whom were good at gilding their own evil deeds!