The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

Ming Jingrang had been kneeling in Songcuizhai for nearly quarter of an hour.

His old injury had not yet healed, and he knelt in the ancestral hall for a whole day last night. His whole body ached and his brain felt dizzy. If he had not been in a clear state of mind, he would have fainted long ago.

He knelt in the room.

Princess Fuhua did not come out to see him.

Aunt Cheng and Cuiwei had advised him several times to go back and rest.

But Ming Jingrang has always been stubborn.

It was so before and it is so now.

The two tried to persuade him in vain, and looked at him with extremely helpless eyes.

natural.

There is something else besides helplessness.

Aunt Cheng is older than her and her status is different from that of an ordinary mother. There are some things Cuiwei cannot say but she can.

"Eighth Young Master, what's the point of you kneeling here like this?"

"The eldest princess was in a state of distress. She didn't sleep well last night. Now she finally got a few moments of sleep. Do you really have to disturb her?" Aunt Cheng did not hide the accusation in her words. It was obvious that she was also somewhat resentful of Shang Ming Jingrang.

It was fine a few days ago.

In their Songcuizhai, from servants to masters, everyone was smiling, not to mention the eldest princess.

Now, the princess is gone and the eldest princess is also sick.

The princess was already old, and this time she was suffering from a heart disease. When Imperial Physician Lu came to see her, he just sighed, prescribed some calming medicine, and told her to rest.

They are now being very cautious and have tried their best to avoid letting the eldest princess worry about those things, but the eighth young master... He knew that the eldest princess had a grudge against him, but he still chose to come here at this time.

How could Aunt Cheng not be angry!

"I, I didn't..."

Ming Jingrang looked up. He was at a loss for words. He had never thought of making his grandmother unhappy.

he is the one……

"I never meant to upset my grandmother."

"I am……"

He looked confused.

What it is, he doesn't know.

This young man, who used to be unruly, flamboyant and proud, now seemed like a different person.

His pride was gone.

I feel distracted and don't know what to do.

"I just don't know what to do anymore."

"I know I did something wrong, I want to apologize, I want to make amends, but no one listens to me."

"Aunt Cheng, what should I do? What should I do?" As Ming Jingrang spoke, two more tears rolled down his bloodshot eyes.

Seeing him like this, Aunt Cheng fell silent for a moment.

She also watched Ming Jingrang grow up.

Knowing his temper before, he was a man that even the Marquis and his wife couldn't control, but now he was crying like a helpless child... She couldn't express the complaints and accusations in her heart for a while.

Aunt Cheng looked at him and sighed deeply.

"Why don't you think more before you do something?" One can imagine how the master who was driven away coaxed their Eighth Young Master.

Aunt Cheng was really angry.

I hate that guy who has taken over the family and can't even stand in the right position, wanting too much and making the family like this; I also hate the Eighth Young Master for acting foolishly and forcing the Princess to leave; I hate the Marquis even more for putting profit first and making the eldest princess angry.

But things have come to this point.

What's the point of saying all this?

Spilled water cannot be collected, broken mirror cannot be mended; some things are like arrows shot from a bow, once shot, they can never be retrieved.

Looking at Ming Jingrang again, Aunt Cheng's eyes became more complicated.

"You can go back now. I will talk to the princess later."

"You are here to see the princess now. What can the princess say to you?"

"Come over again after a while, when the princess has calmed down." Aunt Cheng still couldn't bear to say anything harsh to Ming Jingrang, so she said a few soothing words to him.

Ming Jingrang lowered his head and said nothing.

He came here, firstly, to tell his grandmother that he was planning to join the army, and secondly, he really didn't know who to find... He thought about it for a day and a night, but still didn't know how to apologize to Mingjin.

In this family, her grandmother has the best relationship with her.

Ming Jingrang just wanted to come over and ask his grandmother... But what's the point of asking her? Many things can't be undone.

There was no way she could forgive him.

Thinking back to when she just came back.

At that time he still thought that she was pretending, deliberately causing trouble, saying one thing in front of others and another behind their backs. She was obviously not as innocent as she appeared, yet she managed to trick everyone into believing her.

But now he thought that if she was still willing to treat him like this, it would be better than ignoring him from now on.

When Ming Jingrang thought of this, his heart immediately became more painful, as if he was being pricked by thousands of densely packed needles. The pain spread directly to every part of his limbs. He could do nothing but hunch over and curl up.

"…Thank you, Auntie. I understand."

Ming Jingrang propped himself up and stood up. He didn't know when his grandmother would be willing to see him. Maybe he would have to wait a very long time. He could only say to others, "Aunt, please tell my grandmother that I don't plan to go to the Imperial College anymore."

Aunt Cheng frowned when she heard this: "What do you want to do after leaving the Imperial College?"

Ming Jingrang pursed his lips and said, "I want to join the army. I'm not a good student."

"what?"

Aunt Cheng was stunned.

Cuiwei next to her also opened her eyes wide.

"Join the army? You..."

Aunt Cheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

She hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "I will go and see if the princess has gotten up." This matter was too big, and she didn't dare to make the decision.

She was about to go in after she finished speaking.

Ming Jingrang shook his head and stopped Aunt Cheng from doing that.

"Don't bother grandma. I have made up my mind and no one can persuade me."

At this distance, if my grandmother is awake, she will definitely hear it. If she wants to get out, she will eventually get out.

Ming Jingrang looked at the still curtain and said nothing else. He just kowtowed three times in that direction and stood up by supporting himself on the ground.

Kneeling for too long.

Insufficient blood supply.

Ming Jingrang just stood up and his body swayed a few times.

Almost fell.

"Eighth Young Master, be careful." Cuiwei quickly reached out and supported the man.

Ming Jingrang stood firm, said "thank you" to her in a hoarse voice, and then took his arm back. Before leaving, he said to the two of them, "Please take good care of grandma."

Wait for them to nod.

He didn't know what else to say.

After a moment's silence, he turned and left.

Cuiwei followed behind him, fearing that something might happen to him again: "Eighth Young Master, I will help you go back."

"Need not."

Ming Jingrang left without looking back.

Cuiwei could only stop, stand there, and watch him leave.

Ming Jing asked them to leave the main house.

The servants outside were still respectful to him. When they saw him come out, they still politely called him "Eighth Young Master". Ming Jingrang didn't say anything until he reached the yard. He suddenly stopped and looked uncontrollably towards the next door.

There's no one over there anymore.

Only the osmanthus tree in the yard is still in full bloom.

Clusters of golden osmanthus flowers hang on the branches, high up, out of reach.

The swing below swayed gently in the wind.

Ming Jingrang remembered that when he passed by here before, he always saw her sitting on the swing, holding a book in her hand, slowly flipping through the pages while swinging on the swing.

It seems like I really saw that scene.

Ming Jingrang couldn't help but take two big steps toward that direction, with a joyful smile on his face.

"Sister..."

He shouted happily.

But he only took two steps.

The scene over there is gone.

There was nothing there except the swing still swinging.

Ming Jing made Zheng Zheng stop.

The joy that had just appeared on his face turned into confusion and sadness again.

Although the sun was still shining brightly above his head, Ming Jingrang felt very cold, as if winter had suddenly arrived, and he was shivering all over in the cold wind.

He stood there for so long that the maids in the yard began to notice him.

Thinking that something was wrong with him, they hesitated and asked, "Eighth Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

"fine."

Ming Jingrang replied in a hoarse voice.

He looked for a long time, then suddenly left without looking back and walked forward.

Everyone could only watch him leave.

……

Aunt Cheng went inside.

Princess Fuhua was not sleeping, but standing in front of a portrait of a man.

The portrait was of the previous Marquis of Anyuan, her husband Ming Chengdao.

The person in the portrait still retains the appearance she had when she died, but her hair has turned white.

Aunt Cheng comes in.

Seeing that the princess was looking at the portrait of her husband again, she couldn't help but sigh.

Whenever the princess was in a bad mood and felt helpless, she would take out the portrait of her husband.

"Is the person gone?"

Princess Fuhua asked.

Aunt Cheng quickly replied, "Yes."

She hesitated, not knowing whether the princess had heard her or not, so she could only tentatively say, "Just now the Eighth Young Master said he wanted to join the army."

"Ah."

Princess Fuhua replied softly, "I heard it. Let him be."

"It's time for him to grow up and think about his own life."

After hearing what she said, Aunt Cheng didn't say much, but went to pour tea for someone. When she came over, she saw that the princess was still looking at the portrait of her husband, and she was really worried, so she whispered to someone, "Imperial Physician Lu said that you need to rest."

"You didn't sleep well last night, so you need to get a good rest today."

Princess Fuhua didn't say anything, still looking at the portrait in front of her, until she caught a glimpse of the worried look of the people around her, then she said: "I know, I haven't seen Yanyan get married yet, and I can't bear to go with him."

"I just feel bad."

"He handed this family over to me, but I didn't manage it well after all."

"The eldest princess..."

Aunt Cheng's eyebrows jumped and she wanted to persuade him.

But Princess Fuhua just smiled, retracted her gaze, and shook her head: "No more, no more."

I remember that during the Mid-Autumn Festival not long ago, their family gathered together.

She would be really happy then.

I didn't expect that after such a short time, things have already changed...