Chapter 2 Grandmother

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The Ling family is a well-known family in Dingzhou, and their family tree can be traced back to ten generations. The ancestors of the Ling family once served as high-ranking officials and invested thousands of acres of farmland and wealth.

It's a pity that each generation of children and grandchildren is not as good as the previous generation. By this generation, the family business is only half of that of the ancestors.

Mr. Ling died early, leaving behind four sons and one daughter. Uncle Ling and Fifth Master Ling are direct descendants, while Second Master Ling and Fourth Master Ling are both concubines.

Uncle Ling passed the Jinshi examination and now works in the Ministry of Industry.

The second master Ling had not made much academic achievements, so he became a seventh-grade county magistrate and took up a post abroad.

Mr. Ling died at an early age. Fourth Master Ling broke his leg while riding a horse when he was young. Later, the leg bone was repaired, but he still had trouble walking. He simply stopped studying and helped manage the Ling family's shop and farm.

Ling Wuye is quite talented and learned, but unfortunately his luck is bad. After winning the imperial examination, he has not been able to make further progress for so many years. He simply became a romantic celebrity, spending all day drinking with his friends, writing poems, admiring flowers and painting, and became quite famous in Dingzhou city.

Old Mrs. Ling has been a widow, guarding the Ling family's ancestral business and raising four sons and one daughter. Although his treatment of the two concubines was not as good as that of his legitimate sons, he could still be considered generous.

In the Ling family, Mrs. Ling has a very high status. Needless to say, the sons are filial, the daughters-in-law are respectful in front of Mrs. Ling, and the grandchildren are vying to please her. Mrs. Ling's most valued person is Sun Lingji, the eldest room eldest, but her favorite is the twin siblings in the fifth room.

Ling Jingshu is stunningly beautiful, talented, considerate, gentle and gentle.

Ling Xiao has been smart since he was a child and is known as a child prodigy. After being accidentally blinded at the age of eight, he was even more pitiful and had been raised under the lap of Mrs. Ling.

It is natural that Mrs. Ling prefers her two siblings.

The Ling family's ancestral home has been passed down for more than a hundred years, and the carved beams and painted buildings reveal the mottled and vicissitudes of time. Ling Jingshu stood outside the Lama Temple, looking at the familiar plants and trees. There was no nostalgia in her heart, only sadness and desolation.

In the first three years after she got married in her previous life, she had a fairly close relationship with her natal family. At that time, apart from the regret of the early death of her twin brother, she only felt that everything was going as she wished and she was happy and contented.

However, the so-called happiness is just an illusion.

When the ruthless wind and rain hit, the people around him tore off their hypocritical masks one by one, revealing their ferocious true faces. Together they push her into the abyss of eternal destruction...

A crisp voice interrupted Ling Jingshu's chaotic thoughts: "My slave, please send your regards to Miss Ninth."

Ling Jingshu raised her eyes.

This is Mo Kui, the maid next to Mrs. Ling.

Mo Kui is sixteen years old this year. She is fair-skinned and charming, with a slim figure. When she smiles, her eyes are crooked. She is highly regarded by Old Madam Ling: "Old Madam, I have been thinking about Miss Jiu these past two days. I just heard that Miss Jiu is in good health." Come and say hello, the old lady is very happy. Please come in with Miss Ninth."

Ling Jingshu didn't say a word, just nodded, took Ling Xiao's hand, and stepped into the Yonghe Hall.

Mo Kui was slightly startled, feeling that Miss Ninth today seemed a little different from the past.

What's different, I couldn't tell at the moment.

Mo Kui gathered his nerves, put this fleeting thought behind him, and quickly chased after him.

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As soon as I walked outside the inner hall, I heard the voice of a cute and cute girl: "...Grandma, your seventieth birthday is only half a month away. My granddaughter made a forehead wiping for you and did some needlework. If your son doesn’t do well, don’t be dissatisfied, grandma.”

Mrs. Ling's laughter came out: "Sister Xian made it with her own hands, how could I not like it?"

Ling Jingshu paused slightly.

Grandma's seventieth birthday is only half a month away... All the tragedies in the past life started from this birthday. God allowed her to be reborn at this time just to let her open her eyes and choose again!

This time, she will never make the same mistake again!

Ling Xiao didn't know why Ling Jingshu stopped, and asked in a low voice in confusion: "Ah Shu, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Jingshu quickly came to her senses, knowing that Ling Xiao couldn't see her, she still forced out a nonchalant smile: "It's nothing, let's go in and pay our respects to grandma."

The first person who caught the eye was Old Mrs. Ling sitting at the top.

Mrs. Ling is already seventy years old, her hair has turned gray, her forehead is full of wrinkles, but her eyes have not become cloudy due to age, occasionally flashing a shrewd light.

Sitting on the left side of Mrs. Ling is her second aunt, Mrs. Yue.

The girl in pink clothes beside Yue is about fifteen years old, with pink face and peach cheeks, and lively eyes. She is the eighth cousin Ling Jingxian who just acted coquettishly to Mrs. Ling.

On the other side of Mrs. Ling, the fourth aunt Wang was sitting. Next to Wang, also stood a young girl in her prime, beautiful and quiet, her sixth cousin Ling Jingwan.

Ling Jingshu's eyes quickly swept across the crowd and landed on the face of the woman wearing a silver-red satin coat.

He is about 27 or 28 years old, with slightly small eyes, a slightly wide mouth, and a small red mole on the corner of his lip. The facial features are not particularly beautiful when viewed separately, but when put together, they have a different kind of charm.

This woman is none other than Ling Jingshu's stepmother, Mrs. Li.

The moment the familiar face came into view, Ling Jingshu could hardly restrain her surging hatred, and subconsciously squeezed Ling Xiao's hand tightly.

Ling Xiao was caught off guard and took a breath. He cried out in pain but swallowed it back. He held Ling Jingshu's trembling right hand with his backhand, worried secretly.

After waking up today, Ah Shu seemed a little strange...

It's better not to make it public, lest grandma be upset.

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Ling Jingshu quickly came to her senses, took a deep breath in her heart, then smiled and walked forward, saluted to Grandma Ling: "Shu'er greets grandma."

After two days of high fever, the fever had just subsided, and her voice was a little hoarse than usual, but still pleasant and pleasant.

Grandma Ling looked at Ling Jingshu, smiled and waved at her: "Shu'er, come to grandma quickly, let grandma take a good look."

The smile was as kind and gentle as usual.

As if she was still the grandmother who always loved her.

But Ling Jingshu clearly remembered how cold and ruthless this face was when she was humiliated in her husband's family and desperately fled back to her parents' home for help. He ordered people to tie her up and send her back to her husband's home without mercy...

In the heart of Mrs. Ling, the reputation of the Ling family always ranks first. How could she take a married granddaughter's humiliation to heart?

Ling Jingshu's fingertips were cold, but she smiled respectfully and submissively, and she took Ling Xiao to Mrs. Ling.

Mrs. Ling took Ling Jingshu's hand and frowned immediately: "Why are your hands so cold? Are you wearing too few clothes?"

No matter how cold your hands are, they can't compare to the coldness in your heart.

Ling Jingshu lowered her eyes and replied softly, "It's Shu'er's fault. I made grandma worried."

"Yes, my cousin Shu has been sick for the past two days, which has made grandma very anxious." Ling Jingxian interrupted with a smile, looking at Ling Jingshu, whose face was slightly pale and thin but did not lose her beauty at all, and a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Ling Jingshu, who was only fourteen years old, was not only beautiful, but also had the superb skills of cultivating and growing famous peonies, which made all the cousins ​​look dim.

Everyone knew that Mrs. Ling favored Ling Jingshu.

She spent a lot of effort to make grandma happy. But when Ling Jingshu came, grandma immediately had only Ling Jingshu in her eyes.

Ling Jingshu smiled at Ling Jingxian: "With cousin Xian taking care of you, grandma can't think of me."

Ling Jingxian was only one year older than her. She had always been competitive and competed with her everywhere, and even fell in love with the same man as her. It was a pity that Ling Jingxian was arrogant and had a short life, and she never won.

Old Lady Ling was very relieved to hear her two granddaughters fighting for favor. She laughed out loud and said, "Okay, you two are both my favorites. I can't do without either of you."

The daughters-in-law and granddaughters all laughed in applause.

The children and grandchildren of the Ling family study at home during the day, and even the youngest Ling Yu has started to read. On weekdays, there are only female relatives in the inner house, and the only male is Ling Xiao.

After asking Ling Jingshu a few questions with concern, Old Lady Ling looked at Ling Xiao and said lovingly, "Sister Shu has been sick for the past two days, and you have been anxious and restless. Now that she is well, you should be relieved!"

Ling Xiao smiled shyly, "Yes, grandson makes grandma worry."

Old Lady Ling smiled and said, "Grandma is born to work hard, and it doesn't matter if I worry more. As long as you are all well, grandma will feel at ease."

The love and pity are beyond words.

A trace of jealousy flashed across Li's eyes, but a smile appeared on her face: "Mother-in-law is a kind-hearted person. All the children and grandchildren in our family are looking forward to her praise. Even I, as a daughter-in-law, am also looking forward to her mercy!"

Mrs. Ling was amused by these witty words.

Among the four daughters-in-law, the eldest daughter-in-law Sun lives with the eldest son in the capital, and the remaining three daughters-in-law live in the old house of the Ling family.

The second daughter-in-law Yue is shrewd and mean, and the fourth daughter-in-law Wang is flexible.

Li is of humble origin and is the second wife of Master Ling Wu. However, she is the daughter-in-law of her own son. In Mrs. Ling's heart, she is naturally more important than Yue and Wang.

Li is eloquent and eloquent, and she is deliberately coaxing Mrs. Ling. Soon, Mrs. Ling's attention shifted from Ling Jingshu and her brother.

"My mother-in-law's 70th birthday is coming soon. My uncle's family left the capital more than half a month ago. According to the date, they should arrive in Dingzhou in seven or eight days."

Li knew Mrs. Ling's thoughts very well, and said what Mrs. Ling liked to hear: "The Lu family also came back from Jizhou. My daughter-in-law has been married to the Ling family for eight years, and she has never met her sister-in-law who married far away! This time, she finally has a chance to get close to her."

When mentioning her young daughter who married far away in Jizhou for many years and never returned home, Mrs. Ling's eyes softened immediately: "Yes, Ah Hui married far away in Jizhou. We have only corresponded by letter for the past twelve years, and I haven't seen her for a long time. If it weren't for my 70th birthday this time, I'm afraid she might not come back."

Li immediately took over the conversation with a smile: "Take advantage of this time, you have to let your sister-in-law stay for a few more days."

Yue and Wang also smiled and echoed in unison.

When Ling Jingshu heard the word "Lu family", her expression did not change, but her right hand, which was tucked into the wide sleeves, was clenched a little tighter.

The nails dug into the palm of my hand, causing a series of stinging pains.

The anger and hatred were like burning magma, roaring and surging in my heart, almost bursting out of my chest.

At this moment, the concierge ran in with a happy face and reported: "Madam, the concierge who was waiting at the dock has sent back a message that the boat that my aunt is on has arrived at the dock."

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