Chapter 6

Although she was born of the same mother, Song Xieyu in her previous life was not too close to this younger sister, and was even slightly alienated.

Song Xieyan was timid and timid, and always looked at a loss when seeing her, and there was no sign of being from the main room on her body.

In her previous life, she insisted on entering the palace, relying on the family behind her, and fought with others for half her life, but she was about to take the position of noble concubine.Fearing that she would be lonely in the palace, her father and mother sent Song Xieyan to the palace to be her companion.

Song Xieyan was afraid that she would make a mistake, so she had reminded her several times.

It's a pity that at that time, she couldn't distinguish between right and wrong, and when she was instigated by someone with a heart, she decided that Song Xieyan was here to compete with her for favor.

Only then did the sisters turn against each other later, and she let others frame Song Xieyan.

Song Xieyu closed her eyes and sighed lightly. After all, she owed Song Xieyan a lot.

"Servant, please go and ask Seventh Miss to leave."

Seeing her like this, Yushu thought it was because she didn't like people disturbing the quietness, so she was about to go to the outside room while talking.

Song Xieyu stopped her in time, coughed lightly, and shook his head, "No, I'll go over and have a look."

"The Princess is not well yet, be careful." Yushu hurried over to support her.

Song Xieyan ate happily, and didn't notice that there was another person behind her at all. It was because her personal servant girl couldn't stand it, reminded her in a low voice, and then she turned around in shock.

The girl has a round face, a full forehead, a pair of round almond eyes full of panic, and half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her mouth that she didn't have time to swallow, she looks very cute.

Song Xieyu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Song Xieyan yelled "Ah", and the half piece of snow-white sweet-scented osmanthus cake fell to the ground. She blushed instantly, and hurriedly lowered her head not daring to make a sound.

"Am I scary?" Song Xieyu raised his eyebrows.

"No...not scary."

Song Xieyan spoke timidly, raised her eyes to sneak a glance at her after speaking, then quickly lowered her head.

Song Xieyu raised her eyebrows, and beckoned Yushu to fetch a plate of freshly made pastries.

"If you like the dim sum here, you will often come to sit here in the future."

She has always been favored in the Huaiyin Palace, even her diet is different from others, it was Li Rong who asked the Queen Mother to be the royal chef in the palace, and opened a small kitchen specially, so the things she made were naturally unusual.

As soon as she said this, everyone present was taken aback.Song Xieyu has always disliked this younger sister, how could she be so abnormal today?
Song Xieyan's eyes brightened a little, and she looked flattered.

After a while, she hesitated to speak, "Really...really?"

Song Xieyu was funny and heartbroken, she was clearly a biological sister, but now she was even more divided than outsiders.

She stretched out her hand to touch Song Xieyan's head, but Song Xieyan subconsciously closed her eyes and flinched, really terrified of her appearance.

Song Xieyan sighed softly, took her hand, and said in a soft voice: "You are my only younger sister, sisters naturally need to support each other, and you have to tell your sister about any grievances you suffer in the mansion in the future. Don't hold it in your heart, remember?"

Because Song Xieyan has always been timid, the restless concubine girls headed by Song Jing'an in the Huaiyin Palace always tripped her intentionally or unintentionally.

This kind of thing should not be allowed to be presumptuous by them, but Song Jing'an has always been on good terms with Song Xieyu, and Yuxian has tested Song Xieyu several times intentionally or unintentionally, but Song Xieyu's reaction is always indifferent.

Slaves are used to watching words and expressions, and seeing their master like this, they are naturally reluctant to say anything.

It's just that what Song Xieyu said today seems to have other meanings, as if he wants to intervene in discipline.

Yuxian and Yushu looked at each other.

After all, Song Xieyan was still young, so she couldn't hear the twists and turns in the words, so she nodded with a half understanding.

"Princess, at this time, the old lady should have woken up from her afternoon nap."

The maid beside Song Xieyan whispered.

After her reminder, Song Xieyu remembered.

Her grandmother, the old lady of the Huaiyin Prince's Mansion, was from the General Zhen Guo's mansion, and she was a real lady from a famous family.

The old lady grew up in Jiangmen, and she hated the hypocrisy of the women in the deep boudoir, so she said to the outside world that she likes to be quiet and not disturbed by others, so she didn't need to greet her once a day.

But only Song Xieyan is her treasure, and it is extremely rare. Song Xieyan always spends most of his time in the old lady's Ronghe hall every day.

"I think it may be a long time since I saw my grandmother, so I will go with you." Song Xieyu smiled and took Song Xieyan's hand.

In the entire Huaiyin Palace in the previous life, the old lady didn't like her the most.

Song Xieyu didn't understand at that time, and coupled with her young age, she always had a stubbornness in her heart, so the old lady didn't like her, so she even avoided greetings on New Year's and holidays.

Because she is well-loved in the palace, and there is a noble aunt of the queen mother and the aunt of the noble concubine who is the most favored in the sixth palace to support her, no one dares to say it.

Now that he is alive again, after experiencing the turmoil in the harem, Song Xieyu understands.

Every lady should always be docile and modest, but she was too flamboyant, and she was indeed not a qualified lady.

She hasn't seen her for many years, and she still misses her old friend a little bit.

"The princess!"

Yuxian let out a low cry, looking hesitant to speak.

Song Xieyu raised her eyebrows and glanced at her, then said calmly, "Why, can't I just go and ask grandma how she is?"

Naturally, Yuxian didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to say yes, and silently followed behind her.

The old lady doesn't like extravagance, so the furnishings of the Ronghe Hall are quite simple, but not simple, and the owner's open-mindedness is implied everywhere.

After passing through the winding gravel road, we arrived at the entrance of Ronghe Hall.

Nanny Song beside the old lady greeted her with a smile, but she was startled when she saw Song Xieyu.

Song Xieyu glanced at her, with a calm expression on his face, "A few days ago I was sick and couldn't visit my grandmother, but today I feel better, so I came here to say hello."

After all, it was an old man who had served the old lady for many years. Nanny Song quickly recovered her smile, and hurriedly greeted, "The princess is interested, please come inside."

The charcoal fire in the Ronghe Hall was burning, and the whole room was so warm that one couldn't help feeling a little tired.

"grandmother!"

Song Xieyan became more courageous at this time, and after yelling, she trotted into the old lady's arms with a smile, grabbed the snacks on the table and randomly stuffed them into her mouth, which made the old lady giggle Smiling straight, the maid who served beside her was afraid that Song Xieyan would accidentally fall, so she carefully protected her.

A scene of grandparents and grandchildren in harmony and joy.

On the other hand, Song Xieyu stood aside like an outsider, and the old lady never gave her a look from the beginning to the end.

After waiting for a long while, Song Xieyu got tired of standing, and seeing that Song Xieyan had gradually had enough trouble, she took two steps forward slightly, and saluted, "Granddaughter comes to say hello to grandma."

(End of this chapter)

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