When Song Xuanrong and Mrs. Song came to Shen Mansion, they were already ready to be embarrassed, but they didn't think that they would stand outside for a while, and they were directly brought in.

The two of them were still thinking about whether Shen Junjiu and the others had relented, and they didn't think that after being led to the front hall, they realized that they were thinking too much.

They were just left hanging there.

No one serves tea, no one waits.

When the two of them sat in the hall waiting for Shen Junjiu and them, the people around them seemed to be completely unable to see them, and only stood outside the door, as if they were guarding against them from doing anything bad.

The appearance of a thief made Mrs. Song's face blue with anger.

"Shen Junjiu, what do you mean?"

Old Madam Song didn't wait for a long time, and she didn't even have a cup of hot tea, so she couldn't help but say angrily:

"I'm her grandmother, her elder, and she just let the people in the house treat me harshly?!"

Song Xuanrong's face was also not very good-looking, but thinking of Song Yuxing, who was still in Dali Temple, thinking that a good plan suddenly changed, as well as the 60,000 taels of silver that were taken away by Shang Laiqing and the handle he was holding in his hand.

Song Xuanrong said to Mrs. Song: "Mother, bear with me." ”

Old Madam Song said angrily: "Do you want me to endure it? ”

"What if you don't?"

Song Xuanrong said: "We came to ask Junjiu for forgiveness today, even if they have something to do, we have to endure it, is it possible to have a conflict with them for this little thing?" ”

Seeing that Old Madam Song still wanted to speak, Song Xuanrong lowered her voice and said:

"Mother, think about it."

"Xing'er is still in prison in Dali Temple, and now is the only chance to save him."

"I finally used the confession left by the Ye family to make His Majesty suspicious of what happened before."

"If we don't rush to get everything sorted out on Kang Cong's side, let Shen Junjiu and the others loosen their mouths and take Xing'er out, and wait for Dali Temple to start the trial again, everything we did before will be in vain."

"If this opportunity is gone, Xing'er will only be guilty."

Old Madam Song's face changed when she heard this, and she endured her anger for the sake of her beloved grandson.

Song Xuanrong calmed the old lady Song, and then raised his head to the man standing in front of the door:

"Have you gone to tell your young lady that we have something important to see her, no matter what she wants, at least tell us face to face, there is no need to treat us so coldly."

The people standing in front of the door were all from the North Palace, and when they heard this, they said coldly:

"You think too much, Miss is eating, and she doesn't have as many eyes as you."

"Someone has already gone to pass the word, you just wait here, Miss will naturally come over if she wants to see you."

"If you can't wait, go back first."

Song Xuanrong was ridiculed, and a look of shame appeared in his eyes.

He is a dignified scholar of the Ministry of Rites, a member of the second rank of the court, and he has not been neglected like this for many years.

He pursed his lips and held back his anger, but turned and walked back into the hall, his face gloomy.

After a long time, when there was a sound of footsteps outside, Song Xuanrong and the others heard the person guarding the door call "Miss", and when they looked up, they saw Shen Junjiu and Shen Xinzhen walking in from outside the door.

Since the accident in the Song family, Mrs. Song has been unable to sleep and eat.

It's hard to sleep at night, and I can't swallow food during the day.

However, in a few days, the bottom of his eyes fell blue, and his face was even thinner, showing that the original wrinkles were as deep as ravines, and he looked a lot older.