Mrs. Song said sarcastically: "Wan'er, you really misunderstood my mother. You miss me so much, but you still blame me for what happened before?"
"I don't dare to support you."
Song Wan replied softly and said nothing else.
Being accused of short-sightedness by a junior again and again, Mrs. Song was embarrassed but unable to defend herself. She could only say a few words to let Song Wan have a good rest, regardless of other people's words, and then she pulled Song Yao and Song Nian away.
As soon as the mother and daughter walked out of Song Wan's courtyard, their expressions all darkened.
"She is really..."
"Shut up."
Mrs. Song gave a low drink, and Song Yao endured the grievance and swallowed the words.
After the three of them returned to their own yard, Song Yao started crying silently with red eyes.
Song Wan said that her father had made arrangements for her marriage to her sister, but Song Yao felt even more uneasy. In the past, my father only valued his elder brother. When had he ever taken care of the affairs of his own female family members?
My mother often said that my father was partial to Song Fu and Song Wan, but even his partiality could send Song Wan to be a widow. What kind of marriage could she get if she didn't like her father?
Although she was scared, she didn't dare to say no. The girl's family, who had not yet left the court, was picking up the marriage. If word got out, she was afraid that her father would kill her.
The more Song Yao thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't help but wipe away his tears.
"Second sister, stop crying."
Song Nian looked at his mother with a sad face, and then at his sister who was crying sadly, and felt sad in her heart.
After a long time, Song Niancai said: "What mother and sister should do now is not to cry here and wipe away the tears. Even if you cry and collapse the city gate, it will not help."
"It's better to save this strength and think about how to deal with it."
Mrs. Song sat up and said quietly: "You have always been smart, but tell me what can I do? What can your sister do?"
Although she was the mistress of Song Mansion in name, Song Lanan had always been indifferent to her, and she had never been warm to her. Over the years, she has always felt that she is not as good as the previous one, and naturally she has lost a bit of confidence in her actions and speech.
Especially after she had selfish motives last time and wanted to send Song Wan back to the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, the family's treatment of her was even worse than before.
In the past, Song Fu and Song Wan would call her mother when they saw her, and Song Fuyi treated her with respect, but now?
Now that Song Fu saw her, he didn't even call her mother.
"How dare I do anything now? If I do anything else, I'm afraid your father will break up with me and kick me out of the house."
Song frowned: "It is impossible to act beyond your father. If you are an unknown teacher, you will be criticized by others."
"Don't drop that book bag. If you have any good ideas, tell me earlier."
Song Nian sighed secretly, and then said: "Father will not let my eldest sister stay in the house together. Why don't my mother take the lead and ask my father if he has the idea of finding another marriage for my eldest sister."
"That's right."
Song Yao stood up: "Since the eldest sister is completely sworn off from the Yanghou Mansion in Chengdu, it is impossible to go back. Then why not find a marriage for her as soon as possible, it is best to marry far away."
"There are so many new things every day in Beijing. I'm afraid that in March or May, everyone will forget about my eldest sister."
Song shook his head: "Don't act too hastily, but take your time..."
"Mother, go and ask your father. If he agrees, you can see me as your eldest sister as soon as possible."
She was about to get her haircut, how could she wait any longer?
There were not many people in Beijing who could get married to the Song family, and she had no desire to marry outside.
Song Yao urged her mother to ask Song Lanan. Mrs. Song pursed her lips, thinking that this was indeed the only way.
If he finds a match for Song Wan and marries her far away, the house will be as peaceful as before. Song Wan's lost face will be regained one by one by other girls' families in the house.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Song took the handkerchief and pressed the corner of her eyes, got up and went to look for Song Lan'an.
Song Nian stood behind her with his mouth open. Just as he was about to say something, Song Yao grabbed him and said, "Come back to the room with me and get a wound."
Song Nian sighed in his heart and could only let these two people go.
When Mrs. Song went to look for Song Lan'an, he had just returned from outside the house. When he saw her coming, Song Lan'an said, "I'm looking for you for something."
"What's the matter, sir?"
"There are two teaching nuns from the palace outside. Go and make arrangements. Starting today, send these two to Yao'er Nian'er so that they can learn the etiquette of the palace."
"In the palace?"
Madam Song immediately wanted to understand what Song Lanan meant by her own arrangement.
She couldn't help but feel happy in her heart, and smiled gently: "I understand."
Song Lan'an continued: "During this period, the two children's prostitutes will stop. Don't hurt your eyes. Also, be careful not to cause any injuries due to bumps. You can make arrangements for the rest by yourself."
Mrs. Song responded with a smile.
Seeing that Song Lan'an was in a good mood, she added, "I have one more thing to ask the master."
"you say."
"It's a matter of saving your son."
Seeing that there was no reaction on Song Lan'an's face, Mrs. Song lowered her head slightly: "I wonder how I want to arrange Wan'er? If I don't have any ideas, I wonder if I can help Wan'er find another family?"
"How many more years does a woman have in her youth? If she wastes it any longer, she will be wasting her time."
Song Lan'an frowned, and Mrs. Song smiled; "The master has plans for Yao'er and Nian'er. If someone uses Wan'er to criticize Yao'er's character in the future, it will be difficult to deal with it."
Song Lanan looked at Mrs. Song with a half-smile but not a smile. Mrs. Song felt frightened and tightened her handkerchief nervously.
"It's up to you to make the decision. Carefully choose a high-class family, which can be regarded as giving an explanation to the prince."
Speaking of the prince, Song Lan'an became more interested: "The prince is quite capable, and now he has gained the support of most of the court. Even the Holy Emperor has uncharacteristically acquiesced in his identity as the prince."
The Holy Emperor only wanted to leave a mark in the history books. He was afraid that he would be punished by the historians. Now that he knew that the crown prince's ascension would only be beneficial to him, he accepted the move.
In the final analysis, Emperor Wen Hui was really incompetent.
"Wan'er's marriage cannot be arbitrary, you have to choose."
Mrs. Song agreed with a happy face, no longer caring about Song Lanan's previous attitude of not caring about the two children.
She hurriedly went back to her room to tell Song Yao and Song Nian the good news. She said, "Master, please be busy first" and left.
Knowing that Song Yao's marriage was settled in such a good way, Mrs. Song's steps became a little lighter. As she was walking towards the main room, she heard Yang Pianzhi calling her from a distance.
"Sister-in-law, wait a minute."
"What's wrong with the third brother and sister?"
When she met her today, Mrs. Song felt that she was not as hateful as before, but rather more cheerful and cute, and her conversation was naturally much more affectionate than before.
But Yang Pianzhi said with a smile: "What's wrong with my sister-in-law? Are you so happy? If something good happens in the house, don't forget our third bedroom?"
"It's strange that your mother's family is so prosperous. The third brother and sister are always looking for something to gain from wherever they go. I won't believe it if they say they can't make a fortune."
The corner of Yang Pianzhi's mouth twitched, but it was not easy to get angry.
After a long time, she said: "It's not my nephew yet. He is now a guest in the house. I want to let Song Fu take him to Beijing to see the world. They are about the same age. After all..."
"That nephew of yours?"
Mrs. Song blinked: "If I remember correctly, is it right for him to have been a widower for many years?"
