It was so quiet in the room that you could hear a pin drop.

  Song Chengru and Old Lady Song didn't say a word, while Li was already busy dragging Song Chuyi to the side to check if she was hurt.

  Third Madame observed the expressions and colors for half a day, still thinking that Song Chengru was displeased with Song Chuyi, so she covered her mouth and smiled slightly, raising her voice: "Xiao Liu'er's violent temper has always been like this, I suppose it must be this little girl who provoked you? Or did your mother send too light a gift and you didn't like it? Look at the pitiful look on this little girl's face, just spare her!"

  San Tai Tai Yun was a person who liked to hold grudges. In her previous life, she had framed Song Chuming for punishment by pretending to be ill, and she held a grudge against him for an entire lifetime, taking every opportunity to trip him up.

  But Song Chuyi still thought that after visiting the old lady's house, everything had changed.

  Li heard this and paused for a moment, seeing the increasingly unpleasant expression on Old Lady Song's face. She felt triumphant in her heart but maintained a gentle and tolerant demeanor: "Third Brother's wife, what are you saying? Xiaoliu isn't so tactless; she has changed from her previous impetuous ways."

  Mrs. Song dislikes it when daughters-in-law play tricks on each other, and even more dislikes adults using tricks on little kids.

  Last time at Ningde Temple, Third Lady already frowned and looked coldly at Song Chuyi, losing the kindness of being an aunt.

  "Alright!" Old Lady Song rarely frowned, looking at Third Aunt with a hint of disappointment in her eyes: "A servant who doesn't understand things is also worth you scolding your niece? I'm not dead yet, nor is your father!"

  Third Madame, being straightforward and outspoken, had often been scolded in the past, but it was always just a minor reprimand. She had never been rebuked so severely by Old Madame before, especially not in front of so many people. Her face flushed red with anger, and she was on the verge of tears.

  Mrs. Song suddenly turned to face the flustered Huang Yao, who was standing by with nothing to do, and scolded: "Still not leaving?! Be careful in the future if you act so recklessly again!"

  Huang Yao didn't expect the old lady to define the matter as her own fault without hesitation, and she had a lot of words prepared but stuck in her throat. She couldn't help but look at Li Shi with surprise and fear.

  Li's smile on her face also had a moment of stiffness-----people with discerning eyes could see that Huang Yao's shocked and wronged expression just now was directed at Song Chuyi, but the old lady scolded Huang Yao without thinking, apparently not suspecting Song Chuyi at all, this kind of favoritism is too much.

  She thought so, feeling a bit startled, looking at Song Chuyi's eyes with three points of vigilance and seven points of scrutiny.

  The house was quiet for a moment, the old lady had just scolded the third madam, everyone didn't want to make the third madam lose face, nor did they dare to provoke the old lady's temper, no one spoke again.

  Just then, Mrs. Li, the wife of the eldest son, arrived with a group of young ladies, and as soon as they entered the house, they rushed to pay their respects to the old master and mistress.

  The fourth and fifth young ladies were generous and lovely, the seventh and eighth young ladies were silly and naive, while the ninth and tenth young ladies were being held by their wet nurse, stretching out their hands to be hugged by the old lady, suddenly turning the atmosphere around again.

  Mr. Song liked his granddaughters, smiling with kindness and affection. Among them, he especially liked Song Chunying, who was born to Mrs. Li - five-year-old Song Chunying was much more obedient and well-behaved than Song Chuyi, who only knew how to cause trouble.

  Song Chuning leaned against him as usual, smiling and asking: "Grandfather, grandfather, I just saw Huang Ya sister crying out beside Sixth Sister, did she get into trouble?"

  Li was somewhat flustered, she didn't know if Song Chuning would say something astonishing, but she had always been afraid of Old Master Song and didn't dare to interrupt, so she took a deep breath, her eyes fixed nervously on Song Chuning.

  Old Master Song didn't have the energy to care about a maid who made a mistake, and his mind was preoccupied with what Song Chuyi had said. Upon hearing this, he nodded: "You broke the things your mother sent for Little Yi, too careless!"

  He also started unconsciously following Old Lady Song's lead in addressing Song Chuyi as Xiao Yi, and this change had only taken a few hours.

  Song Chunin's eyebrows slightly furrowed - although she thought she was in control, but for several days in a row, everything didn't go as she had expected, and she felt a little anxious.

  Third Aunt was flustered by these girls, and her face was a bit better off. She forced herself to endure the sourness in her heart, took a purse from the hand of the little girl beside her, and smiled at Song Chu-yi: "Little Liu-er, you're moving house today, Third Aunt doesn't have anything good to give you, there's a rose gold ring inside, keep it for fun."

  Third Madame still held a grudge against Song Chuyi for the previous incident, even though it had been proven to be a misunderstanding. Despite knowing the truth, Third Madame still blamed Song Chuyi and only gave her a gold ring as a gift.

  This gift is somewhat beneath a place like the Changning Bo's estate.

  As usual, Song Chuyi was bound to get angry ----- she lost her mother, although Li's family favored her, but always felt that something was missing, and unconsciously looked down on herself. Every time something happened, she became sensitive like a hedgehog, and would explode at the slightest provocation.

  But at this time she steadily walked forward and respectfully received the not-so-delicate handbag with both hands, smiling sincerely and gratefully: "Thank you, Aunt San."

  The look of gratitude on her face was visible to everyone, it wasn't fake.

  The old man suddenly remembered that Song Chuyi had just knelt in front of him, with tears in her eyes, saying that she would cherish the present life and never again have unrealistic expectations.

  She wasn't saying it to please anyone, but was truly doing so. With her words and actions aligned, Old Master Song looked at Song Chuyi with even more delight.

  Old Lady Song glanced at the third madam, smiled and beckoned to call Song Chuyi over, then said to the young mistress with a smile: "Your mother's gift hasn't been sent yet, you'd better make it up as her daughter-in-law!"

  Mrs. Lei is the daughter-in-law of the madam and also her niece, she has always been very close to the madam. At this moment, she heard the words and quickly stood up, with a few blushes on her face: "The day before yesterday, when I heard the news, my daughter-in-law had already prepared gifts, mother must have prepared even better ones."

  The elder lady was cautious and astute, with a meticulous approach to things. In contrast, the younger lady, Madame Li, was entirely different - gentle, shy, soft-hearted, and kind.

  Everyone in the mansion likes her, and the old lady also values her.

  At this moment, she said that the old lady smiled: "The things you sent have always been good, let me see what it is."

  The old lady got up in a hurry, the flowers on her forehead swayed, and her delicate white face was even more beautiful. She lifted the red cloth on the tray brought by Yaotou and smiled: "A few days ago, when Master entered the Feather Forest Garrison, he was rewarded with a piece of Yunxia silk. I thought the color of that silk was very good, so I took it to make a set of clothes for Sixth Sister."

  She said, Xu's mother had already taken the clothes over for Old Lady Song to inspect.

  It's the color of the sky after a spring rain, shining with a misty light, with a circle of pearls embroidered on the collar, making the slightly plain clothes look radiant and colorful, breathtakingly beautiful.

  Mrs. Song couldn't help but exclaim: "This embroidery is extremely well done, it's probably not inferior to those made by the imperial court. Ah Zhi, your hands are truly skilled."