The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Thinking of some of his own decisions, Master Song suddenly worried that the ancestors would already know about these things? Or Song Yu knew and told his ancestors everything.

Either way, Master Song doesn't want to see it. If the old ancestors knew his thoughts, then not only would he not be able to do it to Song Yu, but the position of the owner of his house would probably be easy on him.

“Dad, what are you thinking? I asked you to ignore me for half a day.” Song Yan looked impatiently at Master Song and said angrily.

She's been shouting here for half a day, and this guy hasn't responded at all, which is outrageous.

“It's okay, Yan, I'll tell you, if you still want to stand in Song's house, don't mess with your brother for now, or I won't be able to protect you.” Master Song glanced at his daughter and frowned.

Song Yan was unhappy when she heard it. She thought everything Master Song had said had been deceiving her.

“Dad, you said before that you can't lie to me if you want to help me get the position of the Young Master.” Song Yan grabbed Master Song's hand and said.

Master Song looked at his daughter with a headache. He was right to say this, but with their ancestors present, there was no way to agree. After all, the Song family could never have a woman as a young master.

“Okay, Yan, just know these things, don't yell here or I won't be able to help you.” Master Song stared at his daughter and said unhappily.

Though not happy, Song Yan was already a little impatient to see Master Song, and worried that she would ignore her directly and promise her things would be regretted.

“Dad, I know. I'm wrong. It won't happen again. Forgive me.” Song Yan's eyes looked at Master Song and let him sigh a little helplessly.

It's all his fault that his daughter became what she is today, and he can only make up for her as much as he can.

“Don't worry, Daddy will help you, but don't worry, this won't happen.” Master Song patted his daughter on the shoulder and said seriously.

Song Yan nodded nicely, despite his great dissatisfaction.

Song Yan didn't get any useful news from the Song family owner. He didn't react until he returned to his yard. Song Yan was ignored by the Song family owner.

She didn't get any answers to what she asked. Instead, she was warned by Master Song.

This result made Song Yan very dissatisfied, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly. What secret does this Song family have that she doesn't know?

Looking at Song Yu, it seemed very clear, and so did Song's master. Especially then, when she said that Master Song's face was helpless, as if... as if this was simply Heavenly Night Tan.

Tianfang Night Tan... Wait, she remembered that in addition to the owners and elders, the Song family seemed to have an elder ancestor, but she had never seen what the so-called elder ancestors looked like.

And the old ancestor hasn't come out for a long time. She used to hear that unless something related to life and death happened in the Song family, the old ancestor would come out. Is it Song Yu they're talking about?

If it really is the so-called ancestor, then the matter is really a bit troublesome, Song Yu is worried about it.

Sitting on the chair, Song Yan thought of what the man had ordered, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, the Mo family was already in the bag, and the Song family returned so many days without getting any useful news and things.

What happened today made her understand that she wanted to get the Song family, the ancestor who didn't know where was the only obstacle.

Thinking of Song Yan's face with a thoughtful look ahead, she waved back around after the sound, wrote a letter and blew it dry, then took out a whistle and blew it.

Soon after, a man in black appeared in her room, with only one pair of eyes out.

“Give him the letter and let me know as soon as he reads it. ”