The Wife I Picked Up In The Game Turned Out To Be A Female Devil

The carriage that came to pick up Song Qian from Yuwen College also had a maid from the Song family sitting in it.

This maid is the same age as Song Qian and is very smart. She used to be Song Qian's study companion and also learned arithmetic. Now she is Song Qian's personal maid, often helping Song Qian with errands and delivering messages.

In modern terms, she is equivalent to Song Qian's "little secret".

"Xiao Rong, while I am practicing behind closed doors in the academy, is there anything going on in the house?" Song Qian asked.

"The young lady has been practicing in the academy for three months. Nothing important happened in the house. It's just that the master has not been in the house for these three months." Xiao Rong said.

Song Qian frowned slightly, "Did my father go to Yancheng again?"

"Yes." Xiao Rong said, "The master has always been obsessed with Yancheng. Even if it has become a ruins and no one is there, he often goes back to take a look."

"The master had previously ordered a simple courtyard to be built in the ruins. I heard that a small tea stall was set up in front of the courtyard."

"Miss is practicing in the academy these days, and Your Majesty is still traveling abroad and has not returned to the house. Naturally, no one in the house can control the master. The master just moved to the small courtyard in Yancheng by himself, and we are not allowed to leave. Let’s go together.”

Song Qian said, "I heard my aunt tell the story about the tea stall. More than 20 years ago, Yancheng was not a city, it was just a small village. At that time, my father ran a small village in that village. It was a small tea stall. It was also at that tea stall that my father met my mother, Xiao Rong. Before we go back home, we will go to Yancheng to find my father first."

"Yes, miss!"

Xiao Rong stuck her head out of the carriage and told the coachman, "Miss, please go to Yancheng."

…

Yancheng, which used to be lively and prosperous, has become an uninhabited and abandoned place. There are ruins everywhere in the city and overgrown weeds. However, many snakes, insects, birds and beasts have made their homes here.

After the carriage carrying Song Qian entered the city, it scared away many birds and beasts that were resting here.

When the carriage arrived in front of the original gate of Yong'an Fang, Song Qian, who happened to be leaning out of the carriage, saw a new sign erected in front of the gate, with the words "Qiuyu Village" written on it.

"Stop!" Song Qian shouted.

After the driver stopped the carriage, Song Qian and Xiao Rong got off the carriage one after another.

"This brand should be newly established by my father," Song Qian said,

Behind the square gate is also a dilapidated scene. The fire burned for several days and nights before it stopped. Naturally, nothing was left.

Song Qian and Xiao Rong were walking in front, and the driver drove the carriage slowly behind them.

Not long after passing through the gate, a small tea stall appeared in front of it. Behind the tea stall was a small courtyard.

There was a wooden deck chair in front of the tea stall, and it was his father who was lying on the deck chair.

His father was squinting his eyes and bathing in the sunshine, looking very uncomfortable.

Naturally, there was not a single customer in the tea stall.

Yancheng's "unlucky" reputation has spread far and wide. Most of the business travelers passing by will choose to avoid this place. How can there be any guests coming to visit?

Besides, who would have thought that there would be a small tea stall in a ruins full of ruins?

"Ouch!"

Song Qian sighed to herself, and then said to the maid beside her, "Xiao Rong, go back to the carriage and wait."

"Yes, miss." The maid replied, then turned and walked onto the carriage behind her.

Song Qian walked up to Song Ye alone and shouted, "Father, go back home."

Song Ye didn't open his eyes and said slowly, "Have you finished school? There are a few steamed cakes in it, they are still warm. You can take one and eat it."

"I'm not hungry, I'm so angry with you." Song Qian frowned, "Father, do you know how dangerous it is for you to come to this deserted place alone? You don't even bring a follower with you? If this is the case, how can I practice with peace of mind in the academy in the future?"

"It's like this every time. When my aunt is gone and I go to school, you act willfully!"

When she came, she had already planned to persuade her father to go back in a good voice.

But when she saw her father looking carefree and carefree, as if he didn't realize his mistake at all, she couldn't help but give him a few words of reprimand.

Anyway, it is only natural for a daughter to take care of her father.

She only has two relatives left in this world, Aunt Yan and her father. Aunt Yan is an immortal with powerful magic, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

Therefore, the only thing she can't worry about now is Song Ye, an unreliable father.

Song Ye opened his eyes, looked at his beautiful daughter who had been born, and smiled lightly, "Okay, daddy knows he was wrong."

Anyway, let’s coax my daughter first.

After all, Yancheng is still his novice village, which is equivalent to a "supply station" for him. He can't help but not come back here forever.

In Xuancheng, he needed to keep the blood seal open at all times, but here, he could wait for the gate to the upper world to open.

It’s just that in the past four years, the gate to the upper world has never been opened.

His profound level is still at the third level.

At this time, Song Qian still frowned and said to Song Ye, "Father, I have heard your words no less than eight hundred times, but I will never believe you again - in fact, what else is worth doing here? You miss me,"

She suddenly looked solemn and said, "Father, it's time for you to let it go."

Aunt Yan often told Song Qian that her father loved her mother very much, and for this reason she still has not renewed their relationship.

Her father often sneaked back to the ruins of Yancheng alone, probably to miss the place where her mother once lived.

Song Ye smiled slightly. He seemed to understand what her daughter said, but remained silent for a while.

The father and daughter were silent for a while.

"Qian'er, do you know that the place where you are standing now is the place where your mother suddenly fell from the sky." Song Ye broke the silence and said.

Song Qian was stunned for a moment, and then she looked a little panicked, as if she was caught off guard.

She originally thought that she and her father had already reached a consensus in their hearts, that is, they would never talk about anything related to her mother.

Unexpectedly, at this time, her father would take the initiative to talk about her mother.

"Father, don't talk about mother's past, I don't want to hear it." Song Qian said coldly,

But she just used indifference to cover up the panic in her heart,

When Song Qian was a child, she had been clamoring for Song Ye to find her mother. But one day, she found out from others that her mother was dead, and she never said the word "mother" in front of Song Ye again.

But Song Ye knew that the more she didn't mention it, the more he cared about it.

She always wants to open this knot in her heart.

After all, her mother was not dead at all.

Song Ye said, "Actually, your mother——"

"Okay, father, stop talking," Song Qian interrupted Song Ye, "She has been dead for so long. I have never even seen her. To me, she is the person who is close to me. Why do you need to mention her again if she has nothing to do with her."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't mention it anymore." Song Ye seemed to be trying to hold back what he wanted to say.