anwhile, Song Zhiyuan, while probing his wife about the inner workings of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion, also sent people to investigate the recent affairs of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion, especially the matters concerning the ladies. Although it’s hard to penetrate the inner quarters, this tests the skills of the people they’ve nurtured.
In short, the master’s word makes the subordinates run their legs off.
At Liuting Pavilion, Song Zhicheng was also telling his wife about the bizarre things he heard from his mother.
Jiang, with her fiery temper, exploded on the spot: "Is father senile... mmph mmph."
Her mouth was covered by her husband, making her try to pry it off with her hands.
Song Zhicheng released her and scolded softly, "Do you want people to call you unfilial with such a loud voice?"
Jiang sheepishly apologized, "I was just shocked and said sothing without thinking." After a pause, she continued, "I only act this way in front of you; I wouldn’t in front of others."
"Even in front of , you shouldn’t. He’s still my father, no matter what." Song Zhicheng grunted.
"Yes, yes, it’s all my fault. I didn’t say anything really, but what do you an, are you planning to indulge father-in-law?" Jiang glared, anxious, "Dear, you’re not thinking of pushing our two kids out to take the hit, are you?"
"Do I look like soone who would trap my own children?"
Song Zhicheng rolled his eyes, seeing his wife look at him as if he definitely would, couldn’t help but pinch his fingertips, and said, "I didn’t."
Jiang felt relieved.
Song Zhicheng rolled his eyes and said, "But this issue needs solving. Su’er is matched with the Duke Mansion’s daughter, and the marriage talks have already begun, so it can’t be changed. Otherwise, besides offending the Duke Dingguo Mansion, there’s the Anping Princess Mansion to consider. But with what father did, if we really need a grandson to step in, and if it’s our second house they’re after, what then..."
Jiang’s face changed several tis, feeling a sense of gloom. Father-in-law is really out of line.
She sat down, pursed her lips in thought, and said, "If the girl from the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion is a good match, and there’s really no way out, then let Zhao’er be engaged."
Song Zhicheng was surprised, "Why? Jie’er is here too, isn’t he?"
Jiang replied, "Marriage is a matter of parents’ orders and the matchmaker’s word. Zhao’er is a bit oblivious, so we can arrange it for him, and he can marry when he returns. After all, he’s not around, so a blind and mute marriage is what he deserves. But Jie’er, he’s got a lively mind and many ideas. If he asks to et the girl and things don’t work out, it’ll just be another issue. Better not make him suffer."
Song Zhicheng: "..."
They’re all your own kids, but the difference in treatnt shouldn’t be so blatant. Turns out, you’re the one willing to sell out our kid.
Poor little Zhao’er, you’re not around and just like that, your mom sold you out.
Far away, Song Lingzhao sneezed, rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit cold, but seeing his new ’official uniform’, Little Wu Head, he couldn’t help but grin. Little Wu Head, he was also a little officer now.
Da Mao looked at his young master’s hand with a knife wound, feeling heartbroken, wiping tears in secret. It was all earned with wounds and blood.
"It’s too early to talk about this now, just watch. Big Brother definitely has a way to clean up the ss dad left." Song Zhicheng remained optimistic.
Jiang thought about her older brother-in-law’s tactics, indeed, a dignified Pri Minister should be able to handle such a ss.
Having figured this out, the couple imdiately put the matter aside, turned in early after washing up to get so sleep.
The next morning, Song Ci, with dark circles under his eyes, had just finished breakfast when a maid inford him that the Qingcheng Marquis had arrived.
"Pft!" Song Ci spat out his tea, surprised at how quickly the old rascal had co.
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