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Chapter 288 The World of Amnesia 2

Qingyu gently patted the nanny's hand and shook her head slightly: "I appreciate your kindness, nanny, but my father... well, don't worry, nanny, how could I possibly implicate you?"

Having said that, he straightened his back and walked towards the hall.

Upon entering the hall, several people were chatting and laughing.

Suddenly, a faint tinkling sound came from the eaves, like the spring breeze rustling the wind chimes.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman wearing a veil walking in gracefully.

Her figure was graceful, and every step she took seemed to touch the heart.

Those light steps made it seem as if they were not walking on solid ground, but strolling on clouds.

Beneath the gossamer-thin veil, her fair skin, radiating a soft glow, was faintly visible, as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade.

Those eyes, like twinkling stars in the night sky, were bright and deep, exuding a lively and mysterious quality. With just a light glance, everything around them paled in comparison.

As she approached, a delicate fragrance filled the air, like orchids and musk, lingering in the living room and making everyone feel as if they were in a dream. Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and everyone's eyes were firmly drawn to her, unable to look away.

The anger that had been building up in Mr. Song vanished instantly. Looking at his daughter, he found himself unable to bring himself to scold her.

Does his daughter have such a good temperament?

Madam Song, who was standing to the side, coughed quietly, which brought Mr. Song back to his senses. He asked with a complicated expression, "Do you know your mistake?"

Qingyu bowed and said in a clear and cold voice, neither humble nor arrogant, "I don't know what I did wrong. Long Aoyu was being unreasonable. I did not get entangled with him. After Yun Sisi helped me out, I went straight back to the manor."

Mr. Song was speechless for a moment. Thinking of what Mrs. Song had said, a surge of anger and embarrassment welled up in his heart again. He said, "As the daughter of the Song family, you should always be mindful of your words and actions. Not only did you get entangled with a man in the street, but I also heard that you fell to the ground without regard for your image?"

Qingyu sneered inwardly, but her face was pitiful, her drooping eyebrows filled with sorrow. "Father is right to reprimand me. I just wanted to go to Baozhen Pavilion to choose a birthday gift for my grandmother. That's why I went out. I didn't expect to encounter such a troublesome thing. Moreover... I fell to the ground because I was not feeling well. If I had known that Father cared so much, I should have died."

These words were tinged with sorrow and self-mockery. Song's father, who was initially angry, felt a little guilty and upset. Seeing Qingyu's frail appearance, his heart softened. Especially when he heard about the old lady's birthday gift, his expression softened even more. He changed the subject and asked, "Have you taken care of the birthday gift?"

A faint smile appeared on Qingyu's lips, then she shook her head with a bitter smile and sighed, "Not yet, but I have a plan."

Mr. Song's expression relaxed, as if he was satisfied.

At this moment, Madam Song, who had been silent all along, saw that things were not going well and immediately said sarcastically, "There are so many servants in the mansion... but you insist on going out by yourself, without even taking a maid. I'm afraid you have ulterior motives and are just making excuses to go out and play."

Qingyu's eyes reddened, tears welling up, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "Why does Mother slander her daughter like this? All I wanted was to choose a suitable birthday gift for my grandmother. Going there in person was to show my filial piety. I never thought of playing around."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Song frowned slightly and looked at Mrs. Song, saying, "Don't talk nonsense anymore."

Madam Song gritted her teeth, unwilling to give up so easily.

Just then, the woman next to Madam Song spoke slowly, her voice as melodious as a nightingale's, "Father, Mother, I have heard a little about what happened today. My sister is quite filial. Although she almost ruined her reputation, fortunately she didn't get too entangled with outsiders. I just hope that my sister will stop getting involved with that Long Aoyu, lest she suffer more losses."

Everyone was surprised, not expecting her to speak up for Qingyu, but her words sounded strange no matter how you looked at them.

Qingyu looked up in surprise at the woman—her dear sister, Song Xiaochu.

The two had never clashed before. In Qingyu's memory, her elder sister was only a little arrogant. She never imagined that she would be so hostile towards her.

Mr. Song frowned and looked at Qingyu, "You know Long Aoyu?"

Qingyu wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, she smiled sweetly, her eyes alluring. "I used to think that you were a proud and aloof person because of your high level of cultivation. I never expected that you would not only speak so harshly but also care so much about me. You even know which man I'm in contact with! You really are a woman who can't hold back her words. Luckily, I haven't done anything wrong. Otherwise, if you spread rumors, I would have to die to prove my innocence."

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaochu's smile gradually disappeared, and her face turned ugly. She pursed her lips and retorted, "Sister, you're overthinking it. I'm just worried about you."

"Hmph~" Qingyu chuckled, her eyes turning slightly cold. "I'm also worried about my sister. I heard she recently spoke with the young master of the Yun family. I hope she doesn't get entangled with him any further."

"You!" Song Xiaochu was furious and wanted to say something, but was pulled back by Madam Song, who snorted coldly and looked at Qingyu with a forced smile, "Your sister speaks frankly, how could you interpret her meaning like that? Besides... who has the right to speak here?!"

The last sentence was followed by a wave of oppressive force.

Qingyu clearly felt a force pressing down on her. She instinctively resisted, and then saw Madam Song, who was in the upper seat, change her expression and turn pale as she looked at Qingyu in disbelief.

This girl's cultivation level... has actually increased?!

Qingyu's lips curled up slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation. "What does Mother mean by this? Are you perhaps trying to suppress your daughter with your cultivation level?"

Seeing this, Song's father scolded, "Enough! No more arguing!"

Madam Song had no choice but to withdraw her imposing aura and glared fiercely at Qingyu.

She underestimated this illegitimate daughter; she never expected her to have kept it a secret for so long!

Now, even killing the other party requires further planning!

Qingyu pretended to be scared and lowered her head, but she was actually making plans in her mind.

“Since the birthday gift isn’t ready yet, you can go and buy it tomorrow,” said Song’s father, his gaze towards Qingyu softening considerably.

He hadn't noticed before, but he didn't expect his daughter to be so talented.

"Yes, Father," Qingyu replied obediently.

The matter was over, and Qingyu felt quite tired after returning to her room.

Before long, a beautiful woman appeared. Qingyu automatically recalled the information about the woman in front of her—her mother, Madam Qian, a concubine of the Song family.

As soon as Madam Qian entered the room, she checked Qingyu's veil. Seeing that the veil was intact, she breathed a sigh of relief and touched Qingyu's hand tenderly, saying, "You silly girl, next time you go out, you must bring enough people with you, otherwise your mother will worry to death."

As she spoke, she lifted Qingyu's veil again, "I make you wear a veil every day for your own good. You always complained about not wearing it before, so why don't you take it off and let it breathe today? Have you gone mad?"