Chapter 209 The Wasted Son of an Ancient Family (7)

Changqing hadn't expected this.

After this incident, he had to go to school.

In Song Yu's words, "Those who don't read books don't know manners. You've made such a big joke because you haven't read books. So, all of you, get back to school!"

There was no room for refusal.

Changqing chuckled to himself.

Two years ago, the original owner refused to go to school. Didn't her scumbag father know that? Why didn't he do anything about it? Now, he's finally taking charge.

It seems things have gotten really ugly.

It's even affecting his own reputation, so he has no choice but to step in.

Seeing that Song Changming had also lowered his head and tacitly agreed.

Changqing could only nod.

Seeing this, Song Yu showed a satisfied expression. He paused, then looked at Chang Qing and said, "I don't expect you to excel in your studies. Just knowing a few words and knowing some manners will be enough."

Changqing remained silent.

"Alright, you can leave now. Changming, stay here."

Song Yu's face darkened, and he waved his hand impatiently.

Now, just seeing this legitimate son gives him a headache.

After Changqing left, Song Yu's expression softened, and he looked at Song Changming, asking, "Do you know why you need to study?"

Song Changming was taken aback, then shook his head.

Song Yu's expression turned serious: "Do you know how much of the family fortune you'll inherit?"

Song Changming looked confused: "With both parents alive, what's the point of dividing the inheritance?"

Song Yu sighed, "Father and mother will be gone someday. To tell you the truth, three years ago, the Marquis of Weiyuan's family divided the property. The eldest son, who was to inherit the family business, received 90%, while the other five or six brothers received 10% together."

ah?

Song Changming's expression froze.

Does this... mean he'll get a 10% cut later?

He looked at his father, who was sitting upright in his seat, and asked hesitantly, "Couldn't you give me a bigger share, Father?"

Song Yu said, "This is the rule; every family does it this way. The eldest son, who is the focus of our training, is to inherit the family business, while the other brothers and sisters are there to assist him. Do you understand?"

Song Changming gritted his teeth, "So, I... I'm going to assist Song Changqing?"

He refused!

Seeing this, Song Yu pressed on, "That's why you need to study hard. Even if you don't inherit the family business, you can still take the imperial examinations and forge your own path."

Song Changming fell silent.

This was the first time he had heard of such a thing. He didn't dare to ask his father in front of him, but after leaving the study, he was indeed very indignant.

Why should I?

In what way is Song Changqing better than me? Just because he has the status of the eldest son, he has to inherit the family business, while I have to work hard on my own.

That's unfair!

That's so unfair.

Song Changming couldn't help but run to his mother and cry.

"Mother, is your bias towards Song Changqing because of his legitimate son?"

Finally, he even asked the question that had been lingering in his mind.

Bai Susu's expression froze. She did want to talk to her son, but he was still too young. So, she hardened her heart and said, "Son, the young master will inherit the family business in the future. We, mother and son, will still have to rely on your elder brother to make a living. You can't talk about your elder brother like that!"

Instead of being comforted, Song Changming was provoked.

His hatred for Changqing deepened.

However, just a few days later, he learned some startling news from his servant.

The position of heir apparent is not necessarily inherited by the eldest son of the empress!

If the eldest son is not capable enough to support the family business, the matter may be reported to the palace and someone else may be chosen instead.

The position of the heir of the Marquis's mansion would only be confirmed by the court after all the children had come of age.

so--

He also has a chance!

Fight!

We must fight for it!

A flame ignited in Song Changming's eyes.

...

As Changqing watched his scumbag father and stepmother guide him step by step, Song Changming's competitive spirit was ignited.

He sneered inwardly.

No wonder Song Changming, despite his young age, started targeting the original owner of everything, always vying for and snatching everything, and in the end, he even stole the original owner's fiancée.

It's true what they say, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too.

Let him fight it out.

Changqing shook his head.

Now we're thinking about going to school.

He thought about it and realized that although he had no interest in going to school to study the Four Books and Five Classics, it wasn't impossible for him to go. However, he wanted to take Jianqiu with him.

"What? You want me to be your page?"

Upon hearing this, Jianqiu jumped up in surprise.

Changqing nodded naturally, "Of course, you're so thoughtful, I feel at ease with you taking care of me."

Young masters from wealthy families never went to school alone. They were always accompanied by a team of maids, servants, page boys, and young men. Of course, the page boys were academic assistants who served them with writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, much like companions in their studies.

Jianqiu shook her head repeatedly, "I'm more suited to serve the young master; let's choose a page from the clan."

"I don't want to!"

Changqing said with certainty, “I don’t know any of those people, and I’ve already spoken to my aunt, and she didn’t say it was no good.”

Jianqiu remained silent for a moment.

However, she was quite interested in going to school. When her mother was still alive, she had taught her to recognize a few characters, but due to the short time, she hadn't learned much, and with the neglect of these past few years, she had basically forgotten them all.

"Young master, aren't you afraid people will laugh at you?" she couldn't help but ask.

Changqing shook his head. "What's there to be afraid of? In my Song Clan Academy, I am the most honored student."

He acted as if it were perfectly natural.

Soon, Jianqiu understood why the young master was no longer afraid.

because--

The young master went to the clan school, but he just slept in the dormitory and never went to class. Instead, he asked her to do the work for him, listen to the lectures and take notes.

They don't even attend introductory courses!

Jianqiu was both angry and anxious, but there was nothing she could do. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to class, which naturally attracted a lot of curious glances. However, no one said anything. After all, the reputation of the eldest son of the Marquis's mansion for being outrageous had already spread.

capricious!

That's just how capricious I am!

What Jianqiu found strange was that no one in the family cared about what the eldest son was doing.

The aunt still showered him with concern and affection, acting as if she doted on him.

The Marquis, however, was busy with official duties and seemed to have no time to concern himself with such trivial matters.

Even Song Changming seemed pleased to see this situation, and even subtly inquired about it from her several times.

Jianqiu was very anxious.

He took the notes he had made himself back, but the young master only glanced at them and didn't actually study them.

"You need to learn it first, then teach me in easy-to-understand language. I'm too lazy to listen to all that classical Chinese stuff."

Changqing shook his head repeatedly and lay down.

no way.

Jianqiu has no choice but to try her best.

She even became one of the students in this group who did very well academically.

“Young master, I can attend classes for you, but I can’t possibly attend the year-end exams for you, can I? The Marquis will also be concerned about that.”

More than half a year has passed, and the end of the year is approaching. Jianqiu couldn't help but urge her to study.

Changqing straightened up and tightened the fox fur around his neck.

"I'll take the final exam myself. I've looked at your notes, so don't worry."

Jianqiu: .....

How could she be at ease? Every time she saw the young master, he was lying down.

"Then, shall I test you?" she asked.

"No, I need to conserve my energy for the final exams." Changqing lay down.