Before the Mid-Autumn Banquet, the Chengyang Marquis Mansion was busy making mooncakes, melons and fruits, hanging lanterns and replacing silk.
Song Wan and Heng Zhihengwu were sitting in the house making lanterns. When she saw the elegance on the lanterns, she picked up a pen and wrote a few words. While she was busy, the little maid outside came to report that Mrs. Song had arrived.
After asking people to clean up the things, Song Wan went to the main hall of Lan Courtyard.
Yesterday, Song's mother sent someone to deliver a message, but Song Wan didn't know how she came to visit around this important festival. The Song Mansion should have been busy at this time.
After welcoming her in, Song Wan poured tea for her and sat aside obediently.
Mother Song took a sip and sighed: "I don't want to come here to look for you. There is really nothing the government can do now."
She stared at Song Wan and said for the first time: "Do you know what Fu'er did to get you to leave the Chengyang Marquis Mansion?"
Song Wan raised his head and looked at Mrs. Song.
"The marriage between our family and the British Crown Prince has been decided. Your brother and Miss Ninth have already exchanged wedding invitations, and the gift letters have been sent. Your father asked him to visit you in mid-autumn, but he refused to agree to it no matter what."
Song Wan frowned and said nothing.
The Song Dynasty pays great attention to etiquette, and the British prince belongs to the brother-wife family. It is necessary to visit the house during the big festival. Now that the wedding has been decided, it is even more important to go to the house to visit. If you don't go, not only will you lose the reputation of the Song Dynasty's poetry and etiquette heirloom, but also It is also tantamount to openly insulting the British government.
If this is the case, the two families will become enemies instead of getting married.
"You have known etiquette since you were a child, and you should understand that this behavior is very inappropriate."
"Recently, your brother has only been looking for a house in Shangjing, and he did not hesitate to disobey your father for this reason. I feel uneasy when I see him."
"Fu'er has just joined the civil service. If people know that he is so rebellious and goes against his biological father for the sake of his sister, not only your reputation, but also his official career will be ruined."
Mrs. Song took out a land deed from her arms and gently pushed it in front of Song Wan: "The house Fu'er chose for you is not far from Zhitong Temple on the outskirts of Beijing."
"I have inquired about it before. It is a very beautiful and comfortable place."
"I know that your brother and sister have been close since childhood, and I also know that you will never agree to his nonsense."
"It's easy to talk about anything in the Song Mansion, but it's not right to throw it out of the house. Mother doesn't want you to become a married woman and bring down the reputation of your father and brother in the mother clan."
"And even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your own children and your brother's future children."
"My mother will not be able to bear the consequences for your brother's unborn child and the reputation of being an unfilial father."
"The Mid-Autumn Banquet will be held in a few days. Before entering the palace, your brother will also go and light the lanterns. If you see him, please advise him."
After Mrs. Song finished speaking, she stood up and wanted to leave, but Song Wan said, "Mom, I haven't finished the tea yet, so why don't you sit down again."
Knowing that she had something to say, Mrs. Song sat down again.
"I know my brother's temperament best. He will never disobey his father. Moreover, my brother has always made promises, and he will never agree to a marriage to a British prince and regret it halfway."
Picking up the land deed in front of him, Song Wan smiled softly: "It is indeed a good place. Brother, I took the trouble."
After carefully putting away the land deed, Song Wan looked at Song's mother: "My mother is my father's second wife. You married late. I don't know that my brother has a normal temperament. But as a member of the Song family, you are always disobedient and do random things... You really don't know the etiquette." A little more."
"Why are you so anxious to label my brother as unfilial before others can pour dirty water on us?"
"My mother said that my brother will not go to the British government. How can she not say that the family has failed to fulfill its promise to my brother?"
"Since the government broke the contract first, it's only human nature for me to do this."
Mother Song frowned when she heard this: "What do you mean by this, do you agree with your brother to take you out of the Hou Mansion? Do you know that in the Song and Su Mansion, there has not been a woman who has been divorced and divorced in a hundred years?"
Song Wan pinched the handkerchief and pursed her lips tightly. When Mrs. Song saw her like this, her tone softened a bit: "It's normal for a woman to have a little trouble getting married. Not to mention you, no matter how noble she is, she will have trouble." When you’re angry.”
"You don't have any heirs yet from Marquis Yang of Tongcheng. It will be fine when you do."
Song Wan lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Which woman in the world can have everything go her way? If she clamored for her father and brother to take her home because of the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"
"Mother advises you to be patient."
"The child knows."
Song Wan stood up and sent Song's mother out of Lan Courtyard.
Heng Zhi was waiting carefully, but did not dare to step forward.
Heng Wu was impatient and asked hurriedly: "Miss, just forget it?"
"Calculate?"
Song Wan murmured: "In the past, I was worried about bringing down the reputation of the children of the same clan in the house, so I tolerated and abided by my duty. But now, because I worry about this false reputation, I am tired of being a boss."
"As long as I stay in the Marquis Mansion, my brother will become worried and controlled by others."
"I am worried about my life and death. I am really not willing to let my brother be led by someone's nose for the rest of his life."
"I belong to the clan, but I only killed my closest biological brother. What's the point of this?"
Song Wan picked up the land deed on the table and chuckled: "The government knows that I value reputation and family, so they can use this to manipulate me. I also know that my brother values love and commitment, so we are involved in each other, checking and balancing each other, and helping each other." Shackles is really a good plan."
Handing the land deed to Hengzhi: "Check where this location is."
Hengzhi took the land deed and went out to inquire about it.
Lan Yuyuan had almost given away her dowry, and now the only thing she couldn't part with was the room full of books.
Looking at the study, Song Wan reluctantly packed up some rare books that were hard to find.
She felt sorry for the Song family and the girl family of the Song family, but her brother and aunt were more important than anyone else in the world. If the world really couldn't tolerate her, she would twist her hair and become an aunt, so as to give the Song family a Account.
In short, even if she dies, she will never give anyone the chance to coerce her into her brother's favor.
Song Wan picked up the pen again and wrote peace of mind on the lantern without thinking about anything else.
After the lanterns were made and hung all over the Lan courtyard, it was the day of the Mid-Autumn Banquet.
Song Wan got up early in the morning and started preparing the clothes and accessories needed for the evening banquet. Since she had to go to the Climbing Tower to watch the third prince lighting the lanterns first, and then go to the palace for the banquet, she prepared two sets of hair and noodles.
"Miss, why are the clothes sent from the embroidery room so silky?"
Heng Wu took the clothes over and found that there were traces of inches on the skirt of the clothes, and he didn't know what they were hooked on.
"Let's see if it can be repaired. If not, I'll change it to the patterned brocade skirt my aunt gave me earlier."
"Slave, take a look."
Song Wan just nodded, but suddenly felt cramping in his abdomen, which was very unbearable.
Within a moment, a thin drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Heng Zhi's eyes were full of worry, and she hurriedly asked the little maid in the mansion to go find the doctor.
"Grandma is acting like this because she ate something inappropriate."
The doctor asked Heng Wu to bring the food that Song Wan had eaten before. After checking them one by one, he pointed to one of the plates and said, "This is hellebore."
"Veratrum is bitter, cold and poisonous. My grandmother suffered from abdominal pain after accidentally eating this stuff."
"Who is so bold as to poison our young lady?"
