Seeing that his father praised this useless brother, Song Ziyu pouted again.

The food they ate at night was still made of shabu-shabu and made of old hens. Because Song Heng and Song Ziyu were there, Qiu Ju and Wuyi did not eat with Chen Wan and the others in the main room, and the two of them opened a separate pot in the kitchen.

This is the first time Song Ziyu has eaten like this. Although she doesn't want to admit it, it is indeed delicious and it's warm.

After the meal, Song Ziling pestered Chen Wan and told the story of the young hero Nezha again.

Chen Wan sat on the couch and talked. Song Ziling and Ling'er took off their shoes and socks, lay on the small table on the couch and listened. Song Heng sat on the couch and looked at them with a smile.

Song Ziyu sat on the chair and looked at the warm scene, feeling very unhappy. Looking at this way, it seemed as if the four of them were a family, and they were outsiders.

She was not interested in staying to listen to the story. She sat for a while and said she was going back to bed.

Seeing that it was getting too early, Song Heng asked her to go back.

Song Ziyu left Qiushiyuan and headed towards Fuyun Pavilion. Although Lin Qingxue was confined to Fuyun Pavilion, she was just unable to leave Fuyun Pavilion, and others could still enter and exit freely.

"Knock and knock..."

Song Ziyu knocked on the door of Fuyun Pavilion. Because Lin Qingxue lost her power, the street lights around her Fuyun Pavilion were much less hung, and the surroundings were much darker. Song Ziyu rubbed her cold hands and felt a little scared when she heard the sobbing sound of the north wind.

After a while, the dewdrops in the brown jacket were worn before I opened the door with the lantern.

When she saw the person standing outside the door, she was stunned for a moment, "Miss?"

She didn't expect that on weekdays, the lady who only thought of getting things from the young lady, would come to Fuyun Pavilion at this time. In the past few days, she has seen through the warmth and warmth of human nature. She usually cursed the young lady of their family, and now she walks around when passing by Fuyun Pavilion. On weekdays, she calls girls, sisters, and maids and servants who are very intimate, but she doesn't walk around when she sees her, but will walk up and step on.

Song Ziyu looked at Luzhu and said, "Where is my second mother? Have you fallen asleep?"

"Not yet!"

"Then I'll go in and see her." After saying that, Song Ziyu entered the gate.

Dew closed the gate of the yard and said to Song Ziling: "Miss, walk slowly, I'll take a look at the road for you." Because there are no lanterns in the yard, it is darker than outside and I can't see the road clearly.

The lady did such a thing to the eldest lady, and the young lady came to see her. It can be seen that the young lady was really closer to her lady than her biological mother!

Song Ziyu looked at Fuyun Pavilion, where the lights were only on in the room, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking that her second mother was living a pitiful life.

Walking to the door of Lin Qingxue's bedroom, Dew pushed open the door and led Song Ziyu into the inner room.

"Miss, Miss is here to see you." Dewdrops leaned against the pillow and leaned on the soft couch.

Lin Qingxue on the couch had a pale face, her eyes were sunken, and her eyes were blue and black. She wore a pink peach blossom jacket with a quilt on her body, looking haggard and fragile.

Seeing such a second wife, Song Ziyu was stunned. She hadn't seen her for a few days. Her youthful, beautiful and charming second wife had turned into this, and she couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"Ziyu?" Lin Qingxue stared at Song Ziyu with wide eyes, but she didn't expect that she would come to see her, the second lady who lost her power.
Chapter completed!