Chapter 898 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 40

"I didn't scare them."

"In his last life until his death, Song Mo had grudges against the Song family, but this time he didn't want to care about it."

009 said, when he asked Song Mo whether he wanted to do it all over again or get another new life, Song Mo took the initiative to choose the new life, and then handed over this body to him, leaving without nostalgia.

Xihe was stunned, she really didn't expect the truth to be like this.

Song Mo took her hand: "Don't think too much, just do what you want."

Xihe nodded: "Okay."

The news of the border victory did not cause much disturbance in the capital.

The country of Yue has been at ease for a long time. Although the prosperous scene of all nations coming to court has gone, in the eyes of the common people, the country of Yue is still strong and invincible, barbarians? It's just a wild place, nothing to be afraid of.

The emperor was still lying in bed unable to get up, and the prince abbot was in charge of the government, and the days gradually stabilized.

early february,

Just after the new year, it snowed heavily,

The capital was covered with ice and snow, and every household lit charcoal fires to keep warm. A group of soldiers and horses outside the city approached from far to near, the wheels of the carts left marks on the snow, and the soldiers' eyes were as firm as their faces.

At the city gate, the soldier's eyes lit up, and he ordered: "Open the city gate!"

In Wutong Lane, Xihe was nestling in the house chatting with Mrs. Xu when she heard the courtyard door open with a 'bang', and the gatekeeper quickly ran in: "Miss, miss, lord, lord..."

Mrs. Xu stood up quickly: "What are you talking about? Tell me clearly."

The little servant held the door, panting: "Young master is back!"

Mrs. Xu: "What?!"

Xihe was stunned for a moment, dropped the net in his hand, stepped on his shoes and ran out the door: "Grandpa, brother is back!"

The three of them didn't have time to put on their clothes and ran out of the door in a hurry. Only when they reached the gate of the city did they know that they were called to the palace by the prince, and they probably would not come back until later, so they had to return.

At night, the door is half-open and the house is brightly lit with candles.

Seeing the table full of dishes getting colder, Xihe couldn't help but said, "Grandfather, maybe the crown prince left the eldest brother to eat in the palace, why don't we eat first?"

Mr. Jiang shook his head stubbornly: "I'll eat with my grandson."

Xihe rubbed her grumbling stomach, and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to fill her stomach. As soon as she left the living room, the door opened, and a tall figure strode over.

She was pleasantly surprised, and took two steps forward: "Big...well."

It crashed into a broad chest, which was still icy cold from the wind and snow, making her shiver from the cold.

Just as Xihe was about to stretch out his hand to push, he suddenly heard a sigh:

"Yue'er..."

It seems to contain countless thoughts.

Mr. Jiang in the house heard the movement, and ran out quickly: "Big baby!"

Song Yu raised his head: "Grandfather!"

Grandpa Jiang burst into tears instantly, ran over, pulled Xihe away, pulled Song Yu up and down to look him up and down, and couldn't be more excited: "Okay, okay, it's good to be back."

It was snowing again in the sky, and several people entered the house.

Song Yu sat on the stool, Mr. Jiang still looked at him intently, and asked him if he had eaten well and dressed well this year?

Song Yu smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, Grandpa, everything is fine."

Xihe sat across from him, holding his chin in his hands and looking at the two with a smile. The man in front of him was tall and tall, and he was dressed in a black robe with wide shoulders and narrow waist.

She wondered, is the sandstorm at the border so harsh?

Lifting his eyes, he met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

Sword-browed and black-eyed, the facial lines are tough and sharp-edged, and the smile on the corner of the mouth dispels the trace of indifference.

Xihe blinked her clear eyes, and said involuntarily: "So did the crown prince say any reward for you?" Mr. Jiang was also very curious.

Song Yu couldn't help laughing: "The crown prince should announce the celebration banquet tomorrow."

"Celebration banquet? Hey, my grandson is really promising. Did the crown prince tell you to stay or go back to the border? Or don't go back."

Yue'er said that the prince was going to ascend the throne, so his good grandson could come back so soon, and he didn't know when the next time would be.

Mr. Jiang didn't want his favorite grandson not by his side when he hung up.

Song Yu didn't know either, so he could only say, "It all depends on the prince's decision."

After staying for a while, Song Yu was about to leave. After he left the palace, he rushed straight to Wutong Lane, and he hadn't returned to the Song Mansion yet.

When Mr. Jiang heard this, he hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, go back quickly, don't make Mr. Song wait any longer. You say you, Grandpa is not in a hurry here, you should go there first."

He got up to send someone off, but was stopped by Xihe, and went to send him off by himself.

The goose-feather-like heavy snow fell in the dark sky, and a thick layer was accumulated on the road in a short while, and the shoes made a "creak" sound when they stepped on it.

Song Yu turned around: "Okay, it's cold, let's go inside."

Xihe glanced at the empty alley, and had no choice but to say: "Brother, be careful on the road."

Song Yu nodded, but did not leave immediately, but looked down at her. Xihe couldn't help touching her face, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Song Yu shook her head, raised her hand to brush the snow off her shoulders, and said softly, "You can come with me to the palace banquet tomorrow night, and... I'm back, you can tell me anything."

Xihe's heart softened, and she said softly: "Brother is too, you can talk to Yue'er if you have anything."

Song Yu smiled and patted her on the head: "Come in."

The Song residence had sent people to wait at the door early on. From evening until the sky darkened, the door was still empty, and Mrs. Song's expression changed from being nervous and happy at the beginning to gloomy and gloomy later.

The nanny was a little at a loss, forced a smile and said, "Maybe the crown prince left the son to eat in the palace..."

"The key has already been dropped in the palace, he must have gone to Wutong Lane!"

"One or two will be my... nanny!"

As soon as Mrs. Song grabbed Nanny's hand, her face was full of panic: "Do you think Yu'er will also..."

Mammy was full of doubts at the beginning, but she understood Mrs. Song's meaning in the next moment. She was dripping with cold sweat and shook her head vigorously: "Madam who can't, don't think wildly, the young master will never have such thoughts!"

Mrs. Song still didn't dare to confirm: "Is it really not?"

I can't help but think about all kinds of things in the past. It was Jiang Yue who took over his identity, but he didn't have any hatred. Instead, he defended it everywhere, even when she and Jiang Yue faced him...

Mrs. Song's complexion gradually turned pale, and her nails scraped on the chair, making harsh sounds.

At this moment, the servant girl ran in: "Ma'am, our young master is back!"

Mrs. Song got up suddenly, strode towards the door, but stopped at the door, turned her head and looked nervously at Mammy: "Mammy, do you think there is something wrong with me?"

The nanny smiled kindly: "My miss, you are in order in everything, go quickly."

Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door curtain, and saw her precious son walking from the corridor in a snowstorm, calling her: "Mother—"