The Rebirth of the First Daughter as the Head of the Family

He Yuan was shocked, and seeing Song Jinyue nodding, he confirmed again.

Only then did he feel convinced that what she said was true, and she wasn't just lying to him.

"Sister Yue, I'm with your big sister, but because there are a few traces of you in her eyebrows and eyes, you really won't forgive me? There is only one person in my heart!" He Yuan framed his voice unconsciously hoarse.

He tried to keep the girl in front of him.

Song Jinyue looked up at He Yuanframe, and couldn't help but sneer: "You really haven't changed at all, you just make excuses for yourself!"

Things have come to this day, there is really no room for retreat.

He Yuanframe's expression was extremely gloomy and cold, it was the first time Song Jinyue saw him like this.

"Today, I'm looking for Your Highness, but I just want to have a good talk with His Highness. Let's get together and break up. Don't make too much embarrassment when we retire. After all, my aunt has raised you. I don't want my aunt to lose because of us." Fee God."

When mentioning her aunt, Song Jinyue rarely showed a trace of tenderness on her face.

"Sister Yue, I will never agree to the divorce, you should die!" He Yuan had a cold light on his face.

The moonlight falling on his body also made people feel chills when they looked at him.

"He Yuanframe, you are always so hypocritical on the surface, but in fact, you are extremely selfish in your bones. You say you don't want to divorce, but what is your intention of marrying me? Don't tell me so affectionately."

Seeing that he was still stubborn, Song Jinyue completely broke out the suppressed anger in her heart, raised her head, looked directly at He Yuanframe, and said coldly, "You only married me for the power of the Duke's Mansion and the Tongzhang Mansion. , In your heart, you have never said anything true to me, the white moonlight in your heart has never been me! It is Song Jinxi!"

He Yuanframe had never seen Song Jinyue roaring so hysterically, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"no……"

"What isn't it? Isn't Song Jinxi's eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to mine? Didn't she marry me for the power behind me?" Song Jinyue pressed her every step of the way.

He Yuanframe, who was as gentle as jade in the past, turned pale for a moment.

In these years, his disguise has never been spied on.

Now, Song Jinyue tore off the mask on his face, making him anxious for a while, "So what? The heirs of the Tian family, which one is not three wives and four concubines?"

"Hehe..." The corner of Song Jinyue's mouth was full of sarcasm. In his previous life, before she died, he also said to her, "There has never been any talk of family affection in the Tian family."

On the lake under the green bamboo bridge, the thin layer of ice was scattered with moonlight, and the surroundings were dead silent, only the icy cold wind crackling the bamboo forest beside the bridge.

"Brother Yuan Frame."

He Yuan was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Jinyue.

I saw that her eyes were already red, and her voice was gentle, "Actually, in the past, I really, really liked you."

Song Jinyue murmured, "But in the end, it's just my wishful thinking..."

She seemed to be telling the past for another self.

Even in the previous life, she loved him with all her heart, but there was no strong love between them. Thinking about it, He Yuanframe didn't like herself at the beginning, but she misunderstood his intentions.

"Yue'er..." This time, he called her Yue'er, not sister Yue. Seeing the small group of people in the past, now standing in front of him, the childishness and ignorance of the past have long since faded away.

His heart sank for a moment, but when he looked at Song Jinyue again, he felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

"Since you care so much about Song Jinxi, I will help you both. Why are you clinging to the engagement? After all, she can be regarded as the lady of the Duke's Mansion. The Zhang Mansion you care about, as long as you treat her wholeheartedly. Aunt, why did the Zhang family ignore you?"

She was still talking, but her eyes never fell on He Yuanframe.

"I've finished what I want to say. Tomorrow is the Empress Dowager's birthday, so you should go back earlier." After saying that, Song Jinyue turned around and walked with He Yuanframe facing away.

He wanted to call out, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word for a long time.

In the end, he watched the figure disappear into the night.

Song Jinyue was in a daze, her steps were stiff.

She didn't know how she walked down the green bamboo bridge step by step, and when did she get dew on her cheeks?Or is it her tears?

She couldn't tell the difference.

Ever since she was reborn, for some reason, she suddenly lost control in front of He Yuanjia today. The hatred and anger that filled her heart finally contained some of the deep love of the girl in the previous life.

Even how she hides the cover.

Those atriums that used to beating have actually happened after all.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little relieved.

Those old loves from the past finally dissipated without a trace with the biting cold wind tonight.

That sweetheart is finally completely relieved.

Qiu Yun helped her young lady to go to the Duke's mansion.

She didn't dare to ask more, the pale complexion of the young lady already explained everything.

Qiu Yun knocked on the back door, and Mother Shen quickly opened the back door, saluted, and then watched the two leave.

After returning to Mingzhuxuan and entering the back room, Qiu Yun brought hot water to wash up for her young lady.

Song Jinyue took the veil, cleaned it by herself, and couldn't help asking: "Qiu Yun, where are the things?"

Qiu Yun didn't remember for a moment what her lady was talking about, but when she came back to her senses, she remembered that she was probably talking about the green plum purse and handkerchief that she had made earlier.

Repeatedly said: "Look at this servant, I forgot what the lady said."

Qiu Yun looked annoyed, and hurriedly turned around to find what her young lady said.

The embroidered purse was placed on the table.

The stove for making tea was still placed under the window sill.

Now the charcoal fire in the stove has long been extinguished, and there is only a shallow layer of water in the teapot.

Qiu Yun took the purse from the table and brought the teapot under the window sill.

Song Jinyue has finished freshening up and changed her clothes.

Before Qiu Yun put the things on the desk in front of the bed, Song Jinyue leaned over.

Lifting the lid with her slender fingers, she placed the brown ceramic lid on the table, and she leaned closer to the mouth of the pot and looked inside.

I saw that the green plums that were bright and lustrous before have now turned into shriveled pickled plums.

A strong sour aroma hits the face, the strong smell is pungent and spicy.

Song Jinyue frowned involuntarily and held her breath.

Qiu Yun handed her a pair of chopsticks, Song Jinyue took it, and took another light blue handkerchief to cover the tip of her nose.

She took a deep breath, and then used her chopsticks to take out the dark purple handkerchief that was thrown in earlier from the teapot.

Perhaps because of the darker color of the veil, you can't see any difference now.

Song Jinyue leaned forward, the tip of her nose moved slightly, the strong sour smell in the teapot before, but now on the handkerchief, only more than half of it remained.

Song Jinyue took the handkerchief and walked to the desk, and took the brush off the shelf with one hand.

Only then did the handkerchief hang on the bookshelf.

"It's almost ready to dry tomorrow." Song Jinyue murmured.

Qiu Yun looked at the handkerchief with her head down, and nodded in agreement.