Chen Wan had already sent a letter to Song Ziling, who was far away in Kyoto, that she was about to get married on the sixth day of the second month. She sent the letter not to let him attend her wedding, but just told him.

If you can come, you will come. If you can’t come, you won’t come.

After all, this day is relatively close, so if you come, it will be too late.

Chu Ling also went to the letter, just to tell him. Nan Yue and Dongchen were so far away, and when he received the letter, he didn't have time to attend the wedding.

However, after she and Yun Luochuan settled down, she told Chu Ling that they would get married after the beginning of spring.

The marriage will soon be together, and Chen Wan is still a little excited. After all, this is her first time getting married.

Chen Wan handed the invitation to write by the Shen family to Huier and You He, because the invitation was basically the case, that is, there were cooperation partners in business, as well as Chen Ji's managers and shopkeepers.

"Oh..." Song Ziyu, who was sitting on the carpet and playing with building blocks with her boy An, sighed as Dong Xue, who was sitting on the bed of the Arhat and cut the word "四".

"Sister sighed for the gods?"

Boy An heard the sound and looked up at her and asked.

Song Ziyu frowned and said, "Mom is going to get married, what should our father do?"

"father?"

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion and forgot his father again.

"It's someone who has become a married woman."

The boy An tilted his little head and thought, "Mom and Yun Shushu get married. Yun Shushu is his father, and his father is Yun Shushu."

The little guy has a full mark on understanding.

Song Ziyu said with a angrily face and said, "He is not his father, our father is not him."

"Who is that?"

The boy asked, tilting his head.

"Yes..." Song Ziyu, who was both memory and mind, stayed at five or six years old, and didn't know what her father was named.

"Anyway, it's not that little guy."

The boy An frowned and glared at Song Ziyu unhappily and said, "You are not allowed to say Yun Shushu, you are rude."

Song Ziyu was blushed by a two-year-old child, but she insisted: "Ling'er, that's not our father. You can't call him his father. If you call him, our real father will be sad."

"I am An An."

The boy An touched his chest and said, "He thought Sister Yu'er's brain was not very good." An An had said many times that An An was An An, and she even called An An Ling'er.

"I don't have a real father, only Yun Shushu Dad. You, you talk nonsense and ignore you."

Song Heng, who was far away in the imperial city, was kicked out of his father by surprise.

After saying that, the boy An turned his back and pointed the back of his head at Song Ziyu.

Seeing that he really ignored him, Song Ziyu pulled his sleeves flatteringly and said, "I won't say anything, don't ignore my sister."

After all, the boy An was a kind and cute child. He turned around and looked at her and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Um."

Song Ziyu nodded, and boy An continued to play with her building blocks.

On January 20, Song Ziling received Chen Wan's letter from Lu Wenqin.

After taking apart, he went to the study to find his father.

"Dad, my mother is going to get married."

Song Ziling ran into the study room and walked into the road.

Song Heng, who was holding a book of military tactics in his hand, raised his head, with a confused expression on his face. What did he say?

"My mother."

Song Ziling Yangyang's letter.

Song Heng understood that he was talking about "Chen Wan" in Jiangzhou.

Is she... going to get married? Is it a very handsome young master Yun? "Cough..." Song Heng cleared his throat and tried to make his expression and voice look natural, "When?"

“The sixth day of the second month.”

Song Ziling walked to the table and smiled very happily, which made his father Song Heng feel that the smile on his face was a bit dazzling.
Chapter completed!