Shen Wan had already sent a letter to Song Ziling in Kyoto that she was getting married on February 6th. She did not send the letter to invite him to attend her wedding, but just to tell him.
If you can come, you will come; if you can't, then you won't come.
After all, this date is relatively close, so if you were worried about coming, you might not be able to make it in time.
She also sent a letter to Chu Ling, just to tell him that Nanyue and Dongchen were so far apart, and when he received the letter, he was too late to attend the wedding.
However, after she and Yun Luochuan settled down, she told Chu Ling that they would get married after the beginning of spring.
She will be getting married soon, and Shen Wan is still a little excited. After all, this is her first time getting married.
Shen Wan left the invitations to be written by the Shen family to Hui'er and You He, because basically the people to be invited were business partners, as well as Shen Ji's stewards and shopkeepers.
"Hey..." Song Ziyu, who was sitting on the carpet and playing with the boy An with building blocks, sighed as he looked at Dongxue and the others who were sitting on the Arhat bed, cutting a 囍 character.
"Sister sighs for the magic horse?"
Hearing the sound, Xiaozi An raised his head and looked at her and asked.
Song Ziyu frowned and said, "Mom is getting married, what will our father do?"
"father?"
Xiao Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion and forgot about his father again.
"It's someone who has been married to my mother."
Xiaozi An tilted his little head and thought for a while, "My mother is married to Yun Shu, Yun Shu is my father, and my father is Yun Shu."
The little guy’s understanding is perfect.
Song Ziyu said angrily: "He is not the father, our father is not him."
"Who is that?"
Boy An tilted his head and asked.
"Yes..." The memory and mind are stuck at Song Ziyu who was five or six years old, and she doesn't know what her father's name is.
"Anyway, he's not that pretty boy."
Xiao Zi'an frowned and glared at Song Ziyu unhappily: "You are not allowed to talk about Yun Shu, you are rude."
Song Ziyu blushed at being spoken to by a two-year-old child, but still insisted: "Ling'er, that's not our dad. You can't call him dad. If you do, our biological dad will be sad."
"I'm An An."
Xiaozi An touched his chest and said that he felt that Sister Yu'er was not very smart. An An had said many times that An An was An An, and she also called An An Ling'er.
"I don't have a biological father, I only have a father named Yun Shumao. You, you are talking nonsense and I will ignore you."
Song Heng, who was far away in the imperial city, was unexpectedly expelled from his father's family.
After saying this, Zi An turned his back and faced Song Ziyu with the back of his head.
Seeing that he really ignored her, Song Ziyu pulled his sleeves flatteringly and said, "I won't say anything anymore. Don't ignore me, sister."
After all, Xiao Zi'an was still a kind and cute child. He turned around and looked at her and said, "Stop talking nonsense."
"Um."
Song Ziyu nodded, and Xiao Ancai continued to play with building blocks with her.
On January 20, Song Ziling received Shen Wan's letter from Lu Wenqin.
After taking it apart and looking at it, he went to the study to find his father.
"Dad, my mother is getting married."
Song Ziling ran into the study and said.
Song Heng, who was holding the art of war book in his hand, raised his head with a confused expression on his face. What did he say?
"My mother."
Song Ziling raised the letter in his hand.
Song Heng understood, he was talking about "Shen Wan" in Jiangzhou.
Is she... getting married? Is she the handsome Mr. Yun? "Ahem..." Song Heng cleared his throat, trying to make his expression and voice sound natural, "When?"
"The sixth day of February."
Song Ziling walked to the desk and smiled so happily that his father Song Heng felt that the smile on his face was a bit dazzling.