Su Yin slowly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties walking out of the room. Judging from his facial features, he should be Song Lan's father, Song Chengyan.
Song Lan entered the palace at the age of fifteen and gave birth to a child at the age of eighteen. Now she is only in her early thirties. This man is Song Lan's father, and he is only in his fifties now.
The man has a straight figure and is a little thin. He is wearing a brocade shirt and a cap, which is a more popular dress for wealthy families nowadays. His eyebrows and eyebrows are somewhat similar to Zhang Guoli's, especially the mustache on his mouth.
"What does it look like to be fighting outside the door? Come in and talk." The man glanced sharply at everyone, then looked at Su Yin, "Come in with me."
After that, he walked back to the house.
Su Yin pinched the family letter in his hand and entered the Song Mansion with a smile on his lips. Brothers Jiang Ping and Jiang Hui looked at each other and followed Su Yin into the mansion. The steward who passed by pretended to stretch his legs, which frightened him.
The steward sat on the ground and hid behind him, which was very funny.
After entering the mansion, they bypassed the rockery and went directly into the main hall. Song Chengyan went to the main seat and Su Yin did not bow to pay homage and sat directly in the guest seat.
The maid brought the tea and looked at the young man who claimed to be the grandson of the master with great interest. She saw that he had clear features and was very beautiful.
"She looks a bit like Lan'er." Song Chengyan held the tea, fiddled with the tea leaves twice with the lid of the cup, and drank the tea slowly.
Su Yin was speechless.
Song Chengyan put down the tea cup, secretly thinking that he came from Qingbeicheng, and he was really uncultured. He looked at Su Yin, "Didn't you say you brought your mother's home letter? Put it down."
"Mr. Song really wants my mother's family letter?" Su Yin played with the tea cup and curled her lips.
Song Chengyan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by that?" The young boy disrespected the etiquette and actually called him Master Song. Anyway, he didn't want to have such a grandson.
"I came to the Song Mansion today. It was my mother's way of expressing gratitude for her family ties, but she didn't want to be turned away. She was even ridiculed by the manager of the Song Mansion. The so-called fault of not being a leader, I think the family tradition of the Song Mansion is really based on the lack of family affection.
It's a shame." Su Yin looked at Song Chengyan playfully.
Song Chengyan was stunned for a moment by these words, and then he felt very unhappy, "What a boy, you made such rude remarks in our Song Mansion!"
"Of course, Mr. Song can scold his subordinates and drive us out of the Song Mansion. Anyway, my mother has no status in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I am an illegitimate son with no name and no status. For Mr. Song, it is a disgrace to the family. Naturally,
The further away, the better." Su Yin smiled softly and placed the teacup on the table next to her.
Song Chengyan was so angry that he turned blue, but every word Su Yin said went to his heart! Song Lan's current status was a disgrace to the Song family, and he naturally did not want to recognize this daughter anymore.
What's more, the person Song Lan offended was the eldest princess, and all his family property was in the imperial capital of Jinling, so he naturally wanted to stay away from the Sangmenxing.
But when the young man in front of him, who was no more than thirteen years old, said it, the contemptuous and mocking look in his eyes was like a knife piercing his heart, making him extremely ashamed and angry.
Bang! Song Chengyan slapped the table angrily, "What an uneducated bastard! Your mother won't teach you! Today I will teach you a lesson in your mother's stead!"
Su Yin also slapped the table and stood up, "Teach me a lesson? It also depends on whether your Song family has this ability!" She was really angry in her heart, it was an incredible drama of mother being disgusted with her son!
Song Chengyan's eyes suddenly widened. The steward had already heard the sound and rushed into the hall with several servants.
Brush! Jiang Ping and Jiang Hui lifted up their cloaks, showed the tip of their swords, and drew their swords toward each other!