On the seventh day of the first month, Song Ju, who had been in Qingzhou for a whole month, finally sent his first letter.

  Mrs. Song fell ill after finishing reading and lay in bed, unable to move for several days, and couldn't swallow food.

  Song Chuyi went to pay her respects early in the morning and saw Old Master Song coming out of the old lady's room, his gait unsteady, as if he had aged several years overnight.

  She was very afraid of this uncle in her previous life, always feeling that this uncle who would inherit the Bo Fu in the future was too stern and not loving enough. But when she was on her last breath, it was also Uncle Bo and Li Shi who had a falling out and came to see her...

  "It's Xiaoliu." He saw Song Chuyi standing on the steps, staring at him steadily, so he adjusted his clothes and hat, feeling somewhat ill at ease as he walked up to talk to her for a while.

  But what can be said is just a few words, and after saying it, there's nothing left. He has always been at a loss as to how to get close to girls. His own daughters are either a noble princess or a softie, and they would cry after hearing a few words from him. Therefore, he was even more cautious when dealing with his brothers' daughters.

  Song Chuyi suddenly walked a few steps closer and took his hand.

  Mr. Song was startled and took several steps back, almost letting go of his niece's hand.

  "Uncle, when the weather clears up, can you take me to fly a kite? Grandma said you're the best at flying kites, even better than Father." Song Chuyi looked up at Old Master Song with a face full of longing.

  Song Da Lao Ye was not diligent in his youth and loved to run around flying kites, he had a lot of experience in this field. He is probably the best kite maker among all officials.

  He smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit relieved in his heart, and agreed readily: "Alright, let's wait for a sunny day. I'll take you all to the Huangjue Temple, it's spacious and beautiful, perfect for flying kites..."

  Previously, Madam had mentioned Song Chuyi to him several times, saying that the old lady liked her very much. He heard his wife's tone, clearly having some special regard for this niece as well. Now it seems, this little girl is indeed quite likable.

  It's rare for even his own daughter to exchange a few words with him...

  She saw the old master off in the distance before turning around to enter the house. Huang's nanny came out with a bowl of lotus seed soup that had hardly been touched, sighing and shaking her head at her.

  "It can't go on like this......" Huang Ayi whispered to Song Chuyi: "From last night to now, she has only drunk a few mouthfuls of rice porridge and can't eat anything else."

  Song Chuyi entered the room, and Old Lady Song was lying on the kang, with a warm dragon-shaped stove burning in the room. She had only one quilt covering her body, but when she saw Song Chuyi, a hint of a smile appeared on her face.

  Song Chuyi quickly stepped forward and grasped the hand extended by Old Lady Song, sitting down on the soft cushion prepared by Yulan. She gently persuaded her, "Grandmother, if you don't eat like this all the time, how can...".

  Mrs. Song waved her hand to interrupt her, coughed a few times before shaking her head with a bitter smile: "I know the reason, but thinking of having such an unfilial daughter makes me feel uncomfortable in my heart."

  Lian Song Chu Xuan and Song Lin Cang are both more overbearing than each other.

  Song Chuyi also felt that Song Linlang's behavior was simply incomprehensible, as Song Jue had traveled thousands of miles to Qingzhou, but Song Linlang seemed to be unaware of it and didn't see her nephew until eight or nine days later.

  What's even more absurd is that Xiang Yunzhang never showed up from start to finish.

  Neglecting the maternal family of his legitimate wife to such an extent, the maternal family of his legitimate wife was still a rather prominent Changning Bo Mansion. Xiang Yun Zhang's courage was also rare in this world.

  Song Jue's letter says that Song Linzhuang is seriously ill and refuses to see a doctor, and it may be just a matter of these few months. She has been treating her family poorly, and almost all the old people around her have been driven away, without a trace.

  What made it even more unbearable for Song Lao Tai Tai was that Song Lin Cang had actually agreed to register those few sons born out of wedlock under his own name in order to win over Yun Zhang's favor.

  "Has every man in the world died out?!" Old Lady Song suddenly started coughing violently, her emotions stirred up: "I taught her for 17 years and she turned out like this?! She's been married until now and has only come back a few times... The kindness of raising her, and this is how she repays me..."

  Mrs. Song couldn't understand why her daughter, whom she had taught with all her might, would for the sake of a mere man abandon her self-respect and pride, and be willing to sink to the lowest depths rather than give up.

  She couldn't figure it out, and the air in her heart became more and more suffocating, making her restless.

  When Song Jue brought the second letter, Old Lady Song finally gave up. She forced herself to write a reply with her own hands, and suddenly seemed to have aged five years.

  "I've called Gege back." Old Lady Song leaned against the soft pillow, her silver hair scattered on her shoulders, and tightly grasped Song Chuyi's hand: "She's looking for death herself, I couldn't bring her back."

  Song Chuyi also felt a little bewildered, she had thought that after rebirth, changing some things would be easy, but Song Lincang's life trajectory was still following the previous one, and she suddenly felt a little frightened in her heart.

  This thread of fear spread from her heart to her limbs and made her hair stand on end.

  At night when Qing Tao went to bed, she heard her sighing back and forth.

  The next morning, her eyes were heavily bruised and her complexion was extremely poor.

  Auntie Xu felt heartbroken, and she knew that the old lady's place had been like this for several days. She thought it was because of the old lady's distress, so she complained a few sentences and went to cook eggs to apply on her eyes.

  "Qīng táo." She took advantage of Xu Ayi's departure and quickly seized the opportunity, looking at Qingtuo with a complex expression on her face: "The things I entrusted your parents to do, still no news?"

  It's only been half a month, and it's normal that there's no news yet. But Song Linqiang's matter made her feel uneasy in her heart, she was really afraid, afraid that fate would still lead her to the tragic ending of her previous life.

  Qing Tao keenly sensed Song Chuyi's recent unease and nodded, making a promise: "After all, it was seven or eight years ago, and it won't be easy to investigate... but my parents are very concerned, so I'm sure we'll have news soon..."

  Song Chuyi nodded, raised her head and pressed her temples hard, trying to suppress the inexplicable headache.

  Qing Tao immediately stepped forward a few steps, grabbed her hand and lowered his voice to persuade her: "Miss, you've been too tired lately... why don't we call Dr. Sun to take a look?"

  Song Chuyi only then realized that she had indeed been somewhat restless lately, she sighed and thought for a moment before nodding in agreement: "Don't disturb the nanny. Accompany me to the ancestral hall for a trip..."

  These things weighed heavily on her heart, and she had no one to talk to except Cui.