"Grandma, at the beginning, Old Lady Su repeatedly instructed us that the dowry was the foundation for Chen's future life." Song Chuyi thought of the dowry that Old Lady Su had repeated many times and felt a bit suspicious: "Later, San Niang gave you a letter from Old Lady Su. Could it be that besides this letter, there were other things?"

  Will Old Lady Su still hide something else in Chen's dowry?

  The sun was high outside, but Mrs. Song suddenly felt a chill down her spine because of Song Chuyi's words. She immediately turned to look at Huang and said: "Jieyi, go listen to Yunxuan for a while and bring San Niang over."

  She asked herself if she had been considerate of Chen Jinxiang, and never forced her for other benefits. She even risked offending Chen Xiang and Su Daitai for her sake. If San Niang and others still kept secrets from them, it would be too unfair to the Song family.

  Chen Jinxin's body had been pampered to the point of being quite fragile, and she had developed a fear of cold. Even in such sweltering weather, her Listening Cloud Pavilion never had an ice bucket placed inside, and she still covered herself with a quilt, her spirit even more lacking. From the time she woke up until now, she refused to speak again. So if one wanted to know what Old Lady Su had left behind, they could only ask San Niang.

  Song Chuyi thought for a moment, then stopped the just-about-to-leave Huang Niangniang: "If there really is something, San Niang wouldn't be so easy to get it out of her, why don't I go and test the waters first."

  Song Chengnuo also said that Song Chuyi was better than the old lady in recognizing people, and the old lady nodded after a moment of hesitation.

  "It's not urgent anyway, today or tomorrow is fine. But if you insist on going today, then go ahead. Grandma and Yanyu are waiting for you to come back together for dinner."

  Whenever Song Yu was mentioned, a genuine smile appeared in Song Chuyi's eyes, and her eyebrows curved into a perfect arc, making her look like a carefree young lady from a noble family.

  She smiled and nodded in agreement, turned her head to leave, and met Song Chuning, who was wearing a light green dress and a dark green hair tie, at the corner of the corridor.

  The two of them suddenly bumped into each other head-on and involuntarily stopped in their tracks.

  The surrounding lights and flowers reflected each other's brilliance, but couldn't obscure the light in the eyes of the two people.

  "Sister, where are you going?" Song Chuning's face was smiling, but his eyes were not: "Don't you know that walking at night often gets your shoes wet?"

  "It's true that you'll encounter ghosts at night if you often take the night road." Song Chuyi stood opposite her, with an equally cold expression: "I remember your mother used to remind you of this all the time, it seems like you didn't remember a single sentence."

  "Don't mention my mother again!" Song Chuning suddenly raised her voice, with a sharpness that didn't belong to a girl of this age: "If it weren't for you, would she have died?"

  She stared at Song Chuyi in front of her, almost unable to control her emotions. If it weren't for the fact that she still clearly knew the current environment and age, she would have gone forward and pinched Song Chuyi's neck long ago.

  All the evil-doers in this world always feel that they have been wronged after retribution, but never think that they also caused thousands of times more harm to others back then.

  Song Chuyi couldn't help but find it amusing and naturally let out a cold laugh.

  "She didn't die because of me." Song Chuyi savored the rare sight of her sister's loss of composure, whether in this life or the previous one, and felt an unprecedented sense of relief: "She died at her own hands. You're so clever, you should know that if she hadn't harmed my mother, there wouldn't be today."

  In the past, only she had such a condescending attitude. Song Chuning spread out her itchy palm and felt a chill run down her body: "I only know that she died from your and your uncle's aunt's relentless pressure, died from your refusal to back down."

  Lu Ying felt her anger rising and couldn't help but retort: "Eighth Miss, aren't you being too biased? If it wasn't for your mother killing the second madam back then and sending thugs to Tongzhou to harm our family's young miss, there wouldn't be today. She got what she deserved, yet you're blaming our young miss instead?"

  The little girl in front of her, still tender like a flower bud, was completely mismatched with the worn-out woman who could be crushed to death with just one hand in her dreams. Song Chuning couldn't help but want to laugh.

  One day, she will make everyone follow their destiny in dreams.

  Cuiqiao hung her head, pretending not to see, but the situation in front of her was really hard to control. She plucked up the courage to pull Song Chuning's sleeve and remind her: "Miss, if we don't go now, Old Lady will get anxious."

  Song Chuning didn't even glance at her, his face cold as he walked past Song Chuyi's side, not looking back: "Both my mother and your mom died at your hands, I hope you can sleep well from now on."

  She finished speaking and didn't wait for Song Chuyi's response, quickly passing through the corner and turning into Ningde Yard.

  Green clothes are not angry, almost want to catch up with her to discuss, anxious face is red.

  Hong Yu still held onto her, looking at Song Chuyi with a timid glance, and muttered in a somewhat unimpressive tone: "Forget it, after all, Eighth Miss just..."

  The green-clad woman was almost out of breath, she shook off Hong Yu's hand and stared at her in disbelief, asking: "What are you talking about? I wasn't there when the Tongzhou incident happened, were you not there either? Don't you know how cruel Li Shi is, don't you know how she has treated our family's young lady all these years? And now you're actually speaking up for her and mocking our young lady?"

  Song Chuyi turned her head and glanced at Hongyu, feeling a little sigh in her heart. She stretched out her hand to stop the green-clad servant and led the way to Chen Jinxin's Tingyun Pavilion.

  But in her heart, she knew that Hongyu's temperament really couldn't be delayed any longer and needed to be treated with strong medicine. Hongyu's excessively compassionate heart would likely give rise to unnecessary troubles in the future.

  Tingyun Xuan is located in the northeast corner of the West Garden, it's a two-story small courtyard with a stone path in the middle. The gate is covered with ivy and flowers are intertwined above, making it exceptionally quiet and serene.

  At this moment, there were servants constantly going in and out, apparently about to have a meal. Song Chuyi hesitated for a moment before being discovered by the sharp-eyed maid, who shouted "Sixth Miss".

  Third Sister heard the news and came out to greet her, seeing her busy wanting to bow down, Song Chu-yi called her up, following the stone path to walk inside: "I've come at a somewhat inconvenient time, afraid I'll disturb Sister Chen's meal."

  "Sixth Miss, don't say that." Third Daughter hastily smiled and followed behind her: "Our young lady usually eats alone and feels a bit lonely. If you're willing to come often to keep her company, she'll be overjoyed."

  Song Chuyi stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at her, with a hint of a smile: "But I didn't come back this time to find Sister Chen, but to find you, San Niang."