Dou Zhao listened, his eyes blurred.

"Didn't your brother come here?" She hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled: "You are not only the daughter of the Song family, but also the eldest daughter of the British Duke's Mansion. The younger sister of the prince's mother and the younger sister of Li Tiao's mother. It's just that your biological mother has passed away. If she knew that your brother had found you, I wonder how happy she would be!"

Although there is no conclusive evidence to prove it now, Song Mo's words and deeds in his previous life made Dou Zhao believe that Yigui must be Mrs. Jiang's biological daughter.

She said again: "The British Duke's Mansion should have a portrait of Mrs. Jiang. Then I will ask your brother to find it out and you will understand when you look in the mirror."

Yigui is like all children who are wronged by their parents. He occasionally fantasizes that he is not born to his parents, but when others tell her that her biological parents are really different, he will still be very shocked.

She lowered her head and said hesitantly after a long time: "Then why didn't they come to me earlier? When did my biological mother die? Did she ask her brother to come to me?"

Yigui said, his voice gradually choked.

Dou Zhao's tears could no longer help falling.

"Of course it's true!" She held Yigui's hand and said, "Your biological mother is my mother-in-law. Would I lie to you? It's just that this matter is very complicated and I can't explain it clearly for a while. When I return to the Duke of England's mansion, I will tell you carefully, do you think it's okay?"

Yigui nodded obediently.

Dou Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

The most fear of girls crying like they are angry, and secondly, they are afraid that girls are stubborn and stubborn regardless of the occasion. Although Yigui burst into tears, fortunately, they are still discussed. If they really get an angry or stubborn sister-in-law, it will be a headache.

Yigui lowered his head and twisted his fingers. He said uneasyly: "No matter what, she always raised me. I want to worship her... and my uncle, can I let my uncle go? I just saw my brother beat him to the ground..."

Such a noble person can be said to be a bad person.

Recognize the thief as his mother.

But if she had really had edges and corners, she would have been beaten to death by Li Tiao's mother long ago?

Some things can only be done slowly.

Dou Zhao patted her hand gently and said, "You sit here for a while first, I'll ask your brother. See how the matter outside is doing? Li Tiao's mother hangs herself and the neighbors report to the official. You can't go to the yamen to worship her, right?"

In fact, she was afraid that Song Mo would be angry when he heard this, so she killed Li Liang.

When Song Mo heard Yigui's request, he turned out to be dark.

Dou Zhao hurriedly said, "She was raised by the Li family since she was a child, and Li Tiao's mother often found a reason to beat her for no reason. Only by obeying can she survive. Don't be too harsh on her." Speaking of this, she asked Song Mo, "How are you going to settle the Yigui?"

Now that Li Tiao's mother is dead, Yigui's identity has become a problem.

When you return to the Duke of England, you must have a high-sounding reason. You can't let her continue to follow Li Liang, right?

Song Mo said: "Do you think that if you find Li Tiao Niang, Yi Gui can return to the British Duke's Mansion with justification? Don't forget that Li Tiao Niang is just a woman with aphrodisiacs. Even if the lawsuit is in front of the emperor, as long as the father gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, will the emperor still believe that Li Tiao Niang will not be able to do it? Maybe Yi Gui will be charged with "pretending to admit his relatives" and kill her life. You must know that there are many people in the world who are similar in appearance but have no blood relationship! I only hate that Li Tiao Niang died so easily, it is too cheap for her!"

Dou Zhao couldn't help but say, "Who killed Li Tiao's mother?"

She suspected that it was either Song Yichun or Song Han.

Song Mo said coldly: "No matter who it is, it is always inseparable from what happened back then. I was not sure that Yigui was my sister before. As soon as Li Tiao's mother died, she showed me a clear path."

Dou Zhao nodded and said, "That Song Han..."

Song Mo looked gloomy when he heard this, and said, "No matter what, he has been my brother for fourteen years. When my mother was alive, she held him in her mouth and was afraid of melting it, and held it in her hand and was afraid of falling. I can't just count the accounts on him because of the fault of my elders. Let's hide this from him for the time being. When he gets older, he will tell him everything. How he chooses is his business." Despite this, his tone still had a bit of bleakness, and he no longer had the same enthusiasm for Song Han as before. "As for

Yigui, his father would never admit her, otherwise he would not have thrown her to Li Tiao's mother back then, so let Yigui live in Yizhitang as a distant relative of the Jiang family!" At this point, he raised his eyebrows and showed a little coldness, "And her name must be changed. Yigui Yigui, Yigui, I feel disgusted when I hear it... so she passed my name," he lowered his head and thought, "The pen, ink, paper and inkstone, take the homonym of the inkstone, and it is called 'Yan'. I also hope that she can be reborn from now on and don't think about the past again."

"Jiang Yan!" Dou Zhao chanted in a low voice and praised, "Good name! Chong Wanyan is in his arms and is in the pen and ink. I will tell her that, and I will change his name to Jiang Yan in the future!"

"Subject Jiang?" Song Mo was slightly stunned.

Dou Zhao felt that Song Mo was a little confused.

But Song Mo felt very friendly and real in this way.

"Didn't you say she moved into Yizhitang as a distant relative of the Jiang family?" Dou Zhao smiled, "If you don't have Jiang's surname, can you still have the surname Song?"

Song Mo sighed and said, "The surname is Jiang, but there is nothing great about the surname Song. Following his mother's surname, if you know the mother, you will be happy, and you don't have to look at him."

He refers to Song Yichun.

Dou Zhao thought that his father was so cold to him in his previous life, and he was still eager to please him, so he told Song Mo what he thought when he heard Yigui say he was going to worship Li Tiao Niang: "...It's better to tell her everything about that year, so as not to have a greedy heart for the Duke. It would be fine if he just became a foolish and filial person. I'm afraid that the Duke would not have any feelings for her, but instead used her to do something that hurts her and you."

When Song Mo thought of his sweet and soft sister, he couldn't help but touch his forehead and said, "Then let's wait until you go back to the mansion and tell her slowly!"

"Let me tell her now!" Dou Zhao said, "We must do a good job of acting. We will temporarily place Jiang Yan in a villa. When I make some decent clothes for her, I will make some decent jewelry for her, and find some reliable maids and women. You can send someone to take her back to the Duke of England's mansion in a dignified manner, so that those people can't find a place to gossip. She can also take this opportunity to think about this matter carefully, and we can also take the opportunity to check what happened back then and see who took Li Tiao's wife."

Song Mo nodded, the two of them acted separately, and in the evening, they returned to the Duke of England's mansion quietly.

Song Han came up and pulled Song Mo with a smile and said, "Brother, why are you back at this time? Gu Yu has been waiting for you all morning and heard that you accompanied your sister-in-law back to Jing'an Temple Hutong. He rushed over as well." He said, stretching his neck behind them, and said strangely, "Where is Gu Yu? Why didn't you come with your brother and sister-in-law?"

Song Mo looked at Song Han and smiled and said, "Your sister-in-law and I did not go back to Jing'an Temple Hutong, but went to the temple to burn incense..."

Dou Zhao felt that Song Mo's gaze at Song Han was a little cold. He was no longer as happy as before with a bit of doting joy.

And Song Han obviously didn't feel it.

He interrupted Song Mo with a little excitement and said with a smile: "I understand. My brother and sister-in-law must be asking the Bodhisattva for blessings to give birth to Lin'er smoothly!"

Song Mo smiled and helped Dou Zhao to Yizhitang.

Song Han pouted and followed behind them with some grievance.

Song Mo smiled and said, "Your sister-in-law is tired, so you can go back and rest! After dinner, you can finish your homework, come and play."

Song Han smiled and said loudly, "Okay". The maid and the old lady returned to the room.

Song Mo whispered to Dou Zhao: "Have you noticed that Song Han looks like his father and doesn't look like his mother at all?"

If your mood is different, the results will be different depending on the situation.

In the future, Song Mo will definitely find that there are more differences in Song Han.

Dou Zhao smiled and said, "When I first got married, I felt that Song Han and the Duke of the Kingdom are very similar, but they are not particularly similar to you."

"Is that?" Song Mo thoughtfully, helped Dou Zhao back to the inner room to wash, and tossed in the study for a long time. He found a portrait of Mrs. Zhang Jiang for Dou Zhao to show, "Look, how could Song Han look like his mother?"

The facial features are indeed not similar, but the expression is a bit similar - perhaps because he grew up with Mrs. Jiang since childhood. But now Song Mo is looking at Song Han with an scrutiny gaze, and Dou Zhao naturally would not tell Song Mo about this and make him sad.

"It doesn't look very similar," she looked at the scroll carefully and said seriously. "On the contrary, Sister Yan's facial features are printed from the same mold as her mother-in-law."

Song Mo stared at the portrait and was silent for a while before putting it away and handing it over to Dou Zhao: "You will send someone to Sister Yan tomorrow!"

He put Yigui... no, now he was going to call Jiang Yan, and arranged it in the house where Mrs. Jiang had lived when she entered Beijing, leaving Xia Lian there, while Dou Zhao left Jin Gui behind.

Dou Zhao took the portrait in his hand, and Liu Zhang hurried over: "Criminal, Lu Ming and Du Wei have arrived, waiting for you in the study."

Song Mo said to Dou Zhao: "I'll come when I go."

I went to the study with Liu Zhang.

Dou Zhao asked Chen He what was going on.

Chen He smiled and said, "When I served tea, I only heard the prince say something about He family and Wei family, but I didn't hear the others clearly."

Dou Zhao couldn't help but joke: "You have become a kiss but become a slippery person!"

Chen He smiled embarrassedly.

Dou Zhao waved his hand to let him retreat. Thinking that the Jiang family had experienced such a big change and now it was just a commoner. Ganlu opened the box and sent the maids and mothers, and personally picked a few not very expensive but new rulers and a few gilded bead-inlaid jewelry. Thinking that since Jiang Yan entered the mansion as the daughter of the Jiang family, the Jiang family was a century-old family, he found a few inherited ornaments from the dowry and put them in the mirror box. Early the next morning, he called Su Lan in, told her carefully, and sent it to Jiang Yan with the portrait.

Su Lan came back and told Dou Zhao that Jiang Yan cried loudly at the portrait, then held her hand and asked a lot of things about the mansion: "...I told Miss Yan in every detail as my wife's instructions."

"Thank you for your hard work." Dou Zhao gave the meal and whispered to her to buy two older maids and mothers for Jiang Yan. "When I enter the mansion, I will sway in front of me, and I will release the man and use the maids and mothers in the mansion."

Sisters and brothers, I wish you all a happy weekend!

It will be updated tomorrow at around 3 pm, but I will try to advance as much as possible.

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Chapter completed!