She loses if she divorces, the reborn mistress only divorces her husband

"Mom..." Song Qingyan saw that Zhao Yunying was very aggrieved and pouted her lips as if she was about to cry.

But Li Jingwan didn't say anything, she didn't dare to stand up.

Li Jingwan felt that the woman in front of her looked familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere.

Since she is Miss Song’s mother, she should be Chu Tingyu’s cousin.

"Ms. Song, please stand up." Li Jingwan finally spoke.

"I hope Miss Song won't be so reckless in the future. If you like someone else's things, you should ask them if they are willing to give them to you instead of snatching them openly."

Zhao Yunying's face changed.

How could she not know Song Qingyan's character? She had been spoiled since she was a child and she had to get whatever she set her eyes on.

She must have bumped into Li Jingwan.

She apologized quickly, "Please forgive me, Lady Leyi. My son was impatient and offended you. Please forgive her. I will definitely discipline her."

Hearing her say this, Song Qingyan felt even more unconvinced, but she could only endure it.

Li Jingwan was a little surprised, "Madam knows me?"

Zhao Yunying was shocked that she had been so careless.

Logically speaking, this should be the first time she and Li Jingwan met.

"I just heard... I heard..." She made an excuse, "Please calm down, my lady."

"It's okay." Seeing that she was sincere and was a relative of Chu Tingyu, Li Jingwan decided to let it go.

Before leaving, she glanced at Song Qingyan and said, "Madam is very measured in her words and actions. Miss Song should learn more from her."

Song Qingyan was so angry that she could only endure it and said, "Yes."

As soon as they left, Song Qingyan immediately exploded.

"You are just a small county lady, yet you dare to insult me ​​like this."

"Mother, I must tell my grandmother and have her tell the Imperial Concubine to see if she dares to be so arrogant again..."

"Yan'er." Zhao Yunying interrupted her, "The mouth can cause trouble. Isn't the lesson you just learned enough?"

She was rarely so serious, so Song Qingyan had to shut up in disappointment.

The servant of the villa came to inform that the hot spring was ready. Zhao Yunying asked Song Qingyan to go first, and she walked to a corridor, looking at the beautiful autumn scenery, but her mood was heavy.

Raising her hand and touching the area below her right collarbone, Zhao Yunying felt very upset, as if the butterfly birthmark had turned into a real butterfly, flapping its wings and trying to fly away.

After meeting Lin last time to confirm her background, she has been thinking about how to resolve this matter.

She was very afraid that the people sent by Chu Tingyu would find the midwife from that year, and she even dreamed that her identity was exposed and she was driven away.

As soon as she saw Li Jingwan just now, she thought of Lin, and her heart was immediately filled with panic.

After sitting for a long time, Song Qingyan's maid Lian Ye came to tell her that Song Qingyan asked her to go in and take a hot spring bath.

Zhao Yunying put down her hand and said, "Tell the lady that I'm not feeling well. Let her go to the bar by herself."

She now dares not let anyone see her birthmark.

In the evening, Zhao Yunying and Song Qingyan rested in the villa.

When Zhao Yunying was sitting in front of the dressing mirror in a daze, Song Qingyan pushed the door open and came in.

"Mom, I'm going to sleep with you tonight."

Zhao Yunying came back to her senses and quickly put down her left hand, "Okay..."

Song Qingyan discovered that her mother liked to put her left hand under her right collarbone these days. She had seen it several times, but when she asked her, she said it was nothing.

The maid helped them change into their sleeping clothes. Although it was already autumn, the weather was still hot.

Song Qingyan's undershirt was thin, revealing a large area of ​​skin under her collarbone. She felt too hot and fanned herself with a fan.

"Mom, aren't you hot wearing so many clothes?"

Zhao Yunying was actually wearing a winter coat that covered her completely from the neck down.

"It's not hot." Zhao Yunying subconsciously touched the area below her right collarbone again. "Besides, it's cold in the mountains at night, so it's better to wear more clothes."

Song Qingyan watched her movements and wanted to speak but held back.

After the maid left, the two of them lay down. There was only one lamp left in the room, covered by a lampshade, emitting a dim light that was not dazzling.

Song Qingyan mentioned the matter of inviting Chu Tingyu to the mansion again, "Mom, after the princess' banquet, let's send an invitation to my cousin."

"Otherwise..." She was so excited that she simply leaned sideways, propped up her head with her hands, and raised her upper body, "Otherwise, I'll hand the invitation to my cousin at the Princess' banquet."

The Princess's Mansion was going to hold a chrysanthemum banquet and had invited some of the capital's aristocratic families, who had also received the invitations.

Song Qingyan went to inquire specifically. Chu Tingyu has a good relationship with the eldest princess, and the eldest princess also invited him, so he should go.

"Yan'er, how can you send an invitation to someone else's party?" Zhao Yunying said with a smile, "Let's talk about it after the party."

She was upset and didn't want to say more. "Go to bed. You've been sitting in the carriage for so long today. Go to bed early."

"Yeah." Song Qingyan had no choice but to nod. Just as she was about to lie down, she saw Zhao Yunying put her hand under her right collarbone and rubbed it slowly.

She felt even more curious. Could there be something there?

After a while, Zhao Yunying's breathing became even, but Song Qingyan was unable to sleep because of her curiosity.

Turning around, she saw that Zhao Yunying was already asleep, so she quietly sat up and looked at her right collarbone in the light from the room.

Of course, you can't see it through the middle clothes.

After hesitating for a moment, she reached out and pinched the collar of her shirt, pulling it down slowly.

Although Zhao Yunying's undershirt covered her tightly, it was made loose for sleeping convenience and was not difficult to pull up.

Song Qingyan held her breath and finally saw the skin below the collarbone. There seemed to be a red thing stuck on the skin.

She took a closer look and saw that it was a birthmark, which looked like... a butterfly.

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhao Yunying suddenly opened her eyes and met Song Qingyan's eyes.

Song Qingyan was so scared that she dropped her hand and stepped back, her heart beating rapidly, "Mom, you scared me to death."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yunying was also startled. She found that her collar was torn open. She quickly covered it with her hands and sat up. "Yan'er, what were you doing just now?"

"I'm just curious..." Song Qingyan patted her chest, "I saw you always touching there these days, so I wanted to see what's inside."

"Who told you to be so unruly?" Zhao Yunying was rarely angry, "You are simply lawless."

It was the first time that Song Qingyan was yelled at by her, and she felt angry and aggrieved.

"It's just a birthmark, you always cover it up, so of course I'm curious, so..."

She paused as she spoke, and suddenly her mind flashed back to what Chu Tingyu had said that day in Concubine Zhong's palace.

He said that Lin's daughter had a butterfly-shaped birthmark under her right collarbone.

She recalled her mother standing outside Lin's yard early in the morning a few days ago, and how restless she had been these days...

A guess arose in her mind, and she slowly widened her eyes and looked at Zhao Yunying.

Seeing her face suddenly become strange, Zhao Yunying felt very panicked. Song Qingyan was also there when Chu Tingyu said those words.

"Mom, are you..." Song Qingyan found it unbelievable, but considering Zhao Yunying's performance in recent days, she was scared.

"Mother, you are...from the Lin family..."

"No, you're not!" Song Qingyan denied it before she finished asking.

She can't accept it.

Absolutely not!

Her mother was the niece of Concubine Zhong, and was definitely not of the Wu'an Marquisate whose title had been stripped.

If Zhao Yunying's true identity were to be made public, she would lose everything she has now.

She will no longer be the granddaughter of Concubine Zhong's biological sister, but the great-granddaughter of Qin who was sentenced to execution in the autumn.

By then, let alone marrying Chu Tingyu, even families with slightly better financial conditions would not look down on her.

However, Zhao Yunying spoke at this time.

"Yan'er, it's... it's what you think. I am the daughter of Lin's family... who was... taken away..."

"No, you're not!" Song Qingyan excitedly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Mother, your last name is Zhao, and Wu'an Marquis Mansion has nothing to do with you!"

After days of panic, Zhao Yunying calmed down after the secret was known by a second person.

She pulled Song Qingyan's hand away with a calm expression.

"Yan'er, I checked. Lin's daughter and I were born on the same day. I have a butterfly birthmark on my body, right here, and I've had it since I was a child."

She pulled down her collar, revealing the place that Song Qingyan had curiously peeked at just now.

"It's just a coincidence, just a coincidence!" Song Qingyan became a little hysterical, "Mom, don't believe it!"

"It's not a coincidence..." Zhao Yunying shook her head, "Since I was a child, people have said that I don't look like your grandparents. That day I went to see Lin, and at first glance, I felt that she and I... were connected..."

"Your grandmother said that I was born in a small village outside Beijing, and was delivered by a midwife from the village. I asked someone to investigate privately, and found that Ma Wenpo, who delivered Lin, lived in that village."

Perhaps because she found someone to talk to, she could finally reveal all the secrets buried in her heart.

If she kept it in any longer, she felt like she was going crazy.

Song Qingyan shook her head, unwilling to believe it, but what Zhao Yunying said was set in stone and she had no right to refute it.

There were traces of tears on her face. "Mom, are you going to meet Lin?"

"No, no..." Zhao Yunying denied repeatedly, "I won't go to find her. I won't go."

Song Qingyan's panic subsided a little, "Then...what are you going to do?"

"Just pretend you don't know about this." Zhao Yunying expressed her thoughts, "Only the two of us know about this, and they will never be able to find me."

Song Qingyan's expression did not improve. Instead, she said worriedly, "What if the people sent by Prince Jing find that midwife? What if she points it out?"

Zhao Yunying had thought about this problem a long time ago, but there was nothing she could do.

"It's not that easy..." She said with a lack of confidence, "Besides, after so many years, she may not remember it, and may not be able to find it..."

Song Qingyan said anxiously, "But you have discovered that you and your grandmother have also come to the capital..."

"Yan'er, why don't we leave the capital..." This was also one of the options she had thought of.

"Even if that Ma Wenpo is found, we will not be in the capital..."

"No, no!" Song Qingyan rejected it outright. "My grandfather will be transferred to the capital at the end of the year, so he sent us here first. And I want to marry Prince Jing, I will not leave the capital."

Zhao Yunying was in a dilemma, and finally she could only say, "Then... let's keep it a secret. I believe that the midwife won't be able to find me..."

But her tone didn't sound sure.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Song Qingyan's mind.

Unless the midwife is found, the clue will be completely cut off.

Or...if Lin doesn't exist in this world, there's no need to look for her daughter anymore.

The candle in the lampshade suddenly jumped and the light dimmed.

Song Qingyan sat beside the bed curtain, her expression hidden in the shadow cast by the curtain. She looked at the lamp not far away and suddenly spoke softly.

"Mother, have you ever heard of... Aconitum?"

"What?" Zhao Yunying didn't hear clearly.

Song Qingyan woke up as if from a dream, "Nothing...Nothing..."

The two talked for a long time and finally decided to wait and see and keep a close eye on the search for the midwife.

It was not until three o'clock in the morning that they lay down again.

After a long while, Zhao Yunying fell asleep, but Song Qingyan couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

She opened her eyes and her sight met the golden color of the tent. The word "aconitum" kept flashing through her mind.

Two days ago, she was a guest at the home of Marquis Xuanping. When passing by the garden, she inadvertently heard the son of Marquis Xuanping and several male guests talking about Aconitum.

Aconitum is a highly poisonous plant, and the whole plant is poisonous.

But the Aconitum they are talking about is a killer organization.

Aconitum, homophonic to "wutou" (meaning "without head").

As long as the buyer can pay enough silver, Wutou will definitely take off the head of the murdered person.

Once Aconitum appears, life is gone.

Song Qingyan slowly clenched her palm into a fist.

If it comes to a last resort...

-

The eldest princess's mansion.

Almost all the flowers blooming in autumn are gathered in the mansion, but since it is a chrysanthemum banquet, the largest variety and quantity of flowers are naturally chrysanthemums.

Various kinds of chrysanthemums are carefully placed throughout the mansion, surrounded by other flowers and green grasses, which are very eye-catching and make people stop to appreciate them.

But the best place to appreciate chrysanthemums in the mansion is the attic built in the backyard.

The attic has three floors in total. From the third floor, you can overlook most of the princess's mansion, and naturally you can see all kinds of flowers.

At this time, the eldest princess was sitting on the third floor enjoying the beautiful scenery. Chu Tingyu was sitting beside her and also looking outside the building.

The banquet had not officially started yet, but people who had received invitations began to arrive one after another. After coming in, they greeted each other and then found people they knew to chat.

The eldest princess touched the red bracelet in her hand with a smile on her face.

"Tingjue, this chrysanthemum banquet is specially arranged for you to go to the northwest. Since you came early, why don't you go to the banquet?"

Chu Tingyu was pouring tea. "Since it is my aunt who is hosting the banquet, she should be the host. I, your nephew, dare not steal the show."

"It's obvious that you don't want to go, but you're using me as a shield." The eldest princess knew that her nephew had always been low-key and rarely made friends with court officials. This was also one of the reasons why Chu Yin valued him.

She picked up the teacup beside her and said, "The banquet hasn't started yet, so I will use tea instead of wine to wish His Royal Highness Prince Jing a successful trip to the northwest, quelling the rebellion in one fell swoop, and returning with a great victory."

Chu Tingyu held up his teacup with both hands and clinked it respectfully, "Thank you for your kind words, aunt. I will do my best to live up to your expectations."

After drinking the tea, the eldest princess showed a look of certainty on her lips.

"Ting Yu, your father hopes you win more than I do, for the sake of the country and the Chu family's royal heritage."