"What happened today?"
After returning to his house on the outskirts of Beijing, Song Fu looked solemn: "Mother said you returned to Chengyang Marquis' Mansion, but I sent people to Chengyang Marquis' Mansion to inquire, but I didn't hear any news about you."
"What happened? Why did you suddenly want to go back to the Marquis Mansion?"
Song Wan returned to the house with the support of Heng Zhi Heng Wu. She covered her feet with the hem of her skirt and said warmly: "My mother sent someone to tell her two days ago that she received an invitation from the British government today."
Song Fu stood up suddenly: "Did she trick you into going out and prepare to send you back to Chengyang Marquis?"
Hearing that Song Wan was going back to the Hou Mansion, Song Fu went to Chengyang Hou Mansion to ask for someone before he could ask more questions, but the concierge said he had never seen Song Wan. He didn't believe it at first, and just as he was about to break into the house, he saw several women returning in a panic.
He arrested a woman and interrogated her, only to find out that Song Wan had been kidnapped.
"I searched for you for a long time along the places mentioned by those mothers-in-law, but I couldn't find you."
Hearing that all this was done by Mrs. Song, Song Fu's eyes were filled with anger: "I'll go find her."
"Brother..."
Song Wan narrowed his eyes and shook his head lightly: "Now is a troubled time, so you shouldn't make any more troubles for me. The situation in the DPRK is unstable, and even a trivial matter may be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives. Come and criticize brother."
Song Wan smiled and said, "I have my own way of dealing with it. Brother, I can't risk my own future just for Wan'er."
"It's precisely because it's a troubled time that it's convenient for my brother to do things."
Screening the people in the room away, Song Fu was silent for a moment and said, "Father met Mr. Ying Xunying a few days ago."
Song Wan frowned: "Master Ying is an old friend of the old Marquis. He treats Jiang Xingjian's sister and brother as if they are his own nephews. My father wants to have both sides..."
"That's how it should be."
Song Fu was also a little irritated: "After I told my father about the prince, he didn't express his position at all, which shows that my father is not optimistic about the prince. But my father always looks at hundreds of people and will not give up any opportunity."
"He has calculated that the prince has no one under his command. He must have some friendship with you and me."
Whether it was a friendship that provided help in times of need or mutual use, Song Lanan knew that the prince would not touch his brother and sister in the short term.
Song Wan pinched the handkerchief and spoke softly: "Although my father doesn't think highly of the prince, he will not offend him. Since the prince takes the initiative to come to the door, it gives the Song family an advantage."
"So not only will my father not support the prince, but he will support the fifth prince even more firmly."
During the three-five struggle, the prince suddenly appeared and broke the balance. However, because the prince was a hidden chess piece, only the Song family knew about it, and this became a sharp weapon in Song Lanan's hand.
On the surface, he supports the fifth prince, while his brother and sister switch to the prince. No matter who takes the throne in the future, the Song family will be safe.
"You're right."
Song Fu nodded: "But the prince is not a fool and can tolerate the Song family's swing."
Song Wan pursed his lips: "Brother, are you going to surrender to the prince?"
"Father would agree."
Song Wan's eyes showed concern when he heard this: "Brother, don't go too far. No matter what, she has a long name. Don't tarnish your name because of a small mistake."
"Don't worry, brother knows what's going on."
The two brothers and sisters have the same understanding of each other, and they know each other's plans in just a few words. Seeing that Song Fu had made up his mind, Song Wan stopped trying to dissuade him. He just kept saying that he was fine so that he didn't have to worry.
Song Fu originally wanted to ask who sent her back to the city, but after thinking for a long time, he finally didn't ask.
"You go to bed early and I'll come see you tomorrow."
"Brother, I have been busy all the way with Wan'er, so I should rest early."
Song Fu nodded and left the house.
As soon as he left, Song Wan frowned and took off the embroidered shoes on her feet. Heng Zhi saw that there were injuries on her feet, and felt distressed and angry.
Mrs. Lang hurriedly poured hot water and brought medicine. Heng Wu helped Song Wan treat the wound, and Heng Zhi bandaged it carefully.
"She is such a black-hearted person and actually has her own plans for the young lady. In the past, the slave could tell by her arrogant look that she was not a law-abiding person. Now, she has really complied with what the slave thinks. She is eating everything in and out..."
"What are you talking about? How could you arrange your wife like this?"
Heng Zhi pushed Heng Wu and glared at her.
"Miss, don't blame Heng Wu, she didn't mean it."
Mrs. Lang came out to plead for Heng Wu, and Song Wan would have said a few words in the past.
They can't comment on what Mrs. Song does. After all, she is an elder, and they can only respect her as a woman.
Even if the other party really sends her back to Chengyang Hou Mansion today, she will have nowhere to redress her grievances, and outsiders will only say that Mrs. Song did the right thing.
But today she was really tired, hungry and tired.
Song Wan Zhang was so old that she had never experienced such an adventure as today. She was too tired to say a word, and she let Heng Wu scold her while she fell into a drowsy sleep.
Mrs. Lang looked from the waist around Song Huan's neck and saw that her hair and clothes were intact, and then she breathed a long sigh of relief.
Song Wan slept for most of an hour, and woke up slowly when he felt uncomfortably empty.
"Are you hungry, young lady? My servant has made you mutton buns, chicken crispbread soup, and some side dishes."
Heng Zhi came over with something and placed it in front of Song Wan. After a while, he brought another bowl of lotus seed soup.
"Today, Eunuch Ji Rong brought something over. He said he was here to give a gift to the young lady. Seeing that you were not here, he put the things at Aunt Lang's place."
Heng Zhi placed Shen Qianyu's six apprenticeship rituals on the table, and Song Wan was slightly stunned when he saw them.
After opening the Toushi sticker on the top, his eyes widened in surprise.
"this……"
How could the prince hand her the Tou Shi Tie?
Song Wan's cheeks turned red, she... how could she be so virtuous?
"That won't work. You put these things away first and keep them as safe as possible. If Eunuch Ji Rong comes next time, you have to return them intact to him."
How could she, a woman from the back house, be the emperor's teacher?
If anyone knew about it, he would be denounced by everyone in the world, be infamy for thousands of years, and even bring trouble to the prince.
Carefully folding the master's post and putting it back, Song Wan gently wiped his warm cheeks.
The prince is a real deviant, and he can actually worship the girl from the back house as his teacher. The more he thought about Song Wan, the hotter his cheeks felt. He couldn't help but subconsciously fanned the wind with his hands, trying to drive away the heat.
Can……
Song Wan's heart skipped a beat when he thought that the prince had so solemnly chosen the six rites of apprenticeship and personally written the apprenticeship notice.
She has never been so valued by anyone in her life.
After thinking about it, Song Wan suppressed the excitement in his heart, reopened the post, and carefully looked at the handwriting on it.
It is said that words are like the person he writes, and the prince writes with great vigor and force, which shows that he is a man with a strong mind. The handwriting is unique and casual, which shows that he has an unruly temperament and is not a stickler for rules.
This post also shows that the prince seldom reads or writes, so his writing is...a bit sloppy.
Song Wan smiled, packed up the post again, and put it back among the six rituals.
In any case, this was the first time that anyone except her aunt and brother valued her so much.
This is really heart-warming.
