Song, no, it should be Qin Yuyan was anxious, because ever since she entered the Song Mansion, almost two months had passed. Whenever she mentioned leaving, her melodramatic grandmother would burst into tears, lamenting how she had wronged them in the past, resulting in the old sending off the young, blaming herself for the misfortune. Besides, her stepmother Mrs. Du suppressed them with the virtue of filial piety, leaving them with nothing to retort and left waiting.
The more they waited, the more uneasy they felt, for Mrs. Du's gaze towards them was too calculative, as if viewing them as goods waiting to be sold. Occasionally, her sneering cold laugh made Qin Yuyan feel a chill in her heart, causing her and her younger sister to stick close to each other in apprehension, hoping for their mother to come rescue them...
Oh, to come and take them away.
But she never expected the person coming to fetch them to be the Dowager of the Lin Xiang Mansion's nanny?
