Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

"Niang Niang..." Song Xingzhe was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously blurted out a salutation. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the increasingly bitter smile on Song Xianxian's face, and hurriedly pinched his sleeves to change the topic, "...No, Xianxian."

"Xianxian, you...you know I don't mean that."

He never thought of having a relationship with her, and he never blamed her.

Since he never blamed her, how could he get the word "forgive"?
He was just... He just really felt sorry for this poor child, and didn't know how to face her for a while.

Song Xingzhe raised his head and sighed sadly, frowned for a while and lowered his voice, and took off his oppressive red official uniform, his figure was a little stooped for no reason: "Xianxian, you have always been my father's proudest daughter."

"I know." Song Xianxian moved her lips, and the brows of her brows trembled uncontrollably. She looked at the sixty-year-old man in front of her who was no longer in her prime, and her eyes were blushing.

"Daddy has always been my daughter's most beloved daddy."

"It's just, father, please forgive my daughter for being unfilial." The woman closed her eyes tremblingly, a teardrop fell silently from the corner of her eye, and fell to the ground in an instant, turning into dust and mud, "I am afraid that my daughter... There is a way for you and Auntie to take care of the old age."

"Xianxian!" Song Xingzhe stared blankly, his throat was blocked, and his hands and feet were almost at a loss in an instant.

"You, you child..."

"...Have you figured it out yet?" The bewildered old man clenched his fists and coughed violently, as if he coughed hard enough to cover up the piercing pain in his chest.

"Don't think about it." Song Xianxian shook her head, but the tears were rolling down from the corners of her eyes faster and faster, "Daddy, I can't let go."

"I tried...but Father, I can't let it go, I really can't let it go."

"...Even if the Hou Mansion collapses," Song Xingzhe frowned with a wry smile, "Even if he died in Huangquan..."

"Xianxian, aren't these enough?"

"Not enough." Song Xianxian opened her eyes, and the depths of her pupils quietly climbed to a thread of decisive madness, "Father, everyone in the Zhu family is exhausted, but the members of the Zhu family have not died yet."

"My daughter can't leave such a big hidden danger in this world... I have to see the last person in the Zhu family die with my own eyes, so that I can feel at ease."

"So Dad, you don't have to persuade me." The woman grinned, her face clearly had never been put on makeup, but there were two points of stubbornness and no hesitation in her eyes for no reason, "Daughter has long been Think it through—"

Song Xingzhe suddenly remembered the day Song Xianxian wore a fiery wedding dress and sat in a sedan chair more than 20 years ago.

Her expression now is exactly the same as then.

That's right... His daughter has always been a stubborn and very independent girl.

She should have already foreseen today's events as early as the day she married into the East Palace.

—He couldn't keep her.

"...Since you have thought it through, Xianxian." Song Xingzhe muttered in a low voice, pinching the sleeves of his fingers and almost crushing the two layers of fabric, "You have always been a child with ideas... Father knows he can't persuade you .”

"Then... I won't persuade you much."

"Father, you don't need to persuade me." Song Xianxian bent her eyes and smiled, "On the contrary, my daughter wants to ask you to help her hide it from my mother for a while."

"Aniang's health hasn't improved in recent years, and my daughter doesn't want her to worry."

Song Xingzhe's breathing was slightly stagnant, and after a long time, he said "OK" softly.

"Your mother's side... I will hide it for you." The old man lowered his head and fiddled with the hemp rope on the car again, and the father and daughter had no more words.

It wasn't until the coachman of the Song Mansion waved his horsewhip to greet everyone to get on the car and prepare to leave, that Song Xingzhe bid farewell to Song Xianxian in a flustered manner: "Then, Xianxian, Dad is leaving first, you are in Beijing...be careful."

"Okay, Dad, don't worry, I will." The woman nodded, and then helped the old man who was over [-] to board the carriage carefully.

Before Song Zhushi left, she pulled her and said a lot of words, but Zhu Wan still closed the curtain tightly and refused to see her.

When the rest of the ten or so people in the Song Mansion all sat down firmly, the coachman also yelled and waved the whip in his hand.

The copper bells hanging from the four corners of the carriage jingled, and the wooden wheels rolled over the bluestone, splashing a small piece of earth-colored water.

Song Xianxian stood where she was, silently watching the Song family's convoy that was gradually going away, suddenly bent her knees, leaned over and slammed on the ground.

"The unfilial daughter is slender, send her parents away—" She lowered her eyes and raised her voice, letting the mud all over the floor stain her forehead and palms, and letting her almost plain white body be stained with dark colors puree soup.

The drizzle drenched her hair, and the breeze carried her voice into the carriage that was about to disappear in the rain and fog.

Song Xingzhe, who was sitting in the car, heard the last farewell, and the water stained his face without warning.

——That's the girl he...has carefully raised for more than forty years.

*
Song Xianxian, who had returned to the palace, stepped over the threshold, and when she raised her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the tall young man waiting outside her main hall with his hands behind his hands.

Looking at the complicated and luxurious clothes on Mo Shuyuan's body, she unconsciously frowned, and her voice could not help but tinged with inexplicable boredom and fatigue when she spoke: "Yuan'er, why did you come here today?"

"Mother and concubine, you are finally back." Mo Shuyuan turned his head when he heard the sound, cupped his hands and bowed, "If you come back later, I can't help but go to the Song Mansion to find you."

"As far as my son..." He frowned, and glanced at the woman's clothes covered with mud and water from the corner of his eye. Palace, then I have something important to discuss with my mother and concubine."

"Oh? Something important." Song Xianxian raised her eyebrows, and turned her eyes to glance at the young man's half-sagging face, with a sneer in her eyes, "What's important, Yuaner, let me tell you."

"That is naturally a major event that can affect the life of my son and minister." Mo Shuyuan said, the woman listened, and the ridicule hidden in her eyes couldn't help but intensified: "A major event in life?"

"Yuan'er, don't you want to be happy looking for your mother and concubine here - haven't you already married the second lady of the Namu family? Where did such a 'lifetime event' come from now?"

"Mother Concubine, you're joking with my son again." Mo Shuyuan, who accepted the gift, curled his lips and smirked, his pupils surging darkly, "Then what kind of virtue is Mu Shiyan, how can she be a daughter of Nan'an Palace Owner?"

"I'm keeping her right now, just for the sake of betraying the government and my father's face. When the time is right in the future, I will definitely divorce her."

"So, to hear what you mean, Yuan'er..." Song Xianxian paused slightly, "Now you have already found someone who is more suitable to be the 'Prince of Nan'an' than Mu Shiyan?"

"Exactly." Mo Shuyuan nodded, "Mother Concubine, I'm here to discuss this matter with you."

"It's just..." The young man looked at Song Xianxian's dirty dress and hesitated for a while, "Mother Concubine, you...do you want to change your clothes first?"

"I have nothing else to do today, so I can wait for you a little longer."