Chapter 63: Pushed into the lake by the Seventh Prince's concubine and died
Ji Jinyou was held in the Fourth Prince's arms, listening intently, but the Fourth Prince suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea, which scared Ji Jinyou. She quickly stretched out her chubby hands to pat his back and asked caringly, "Fourth brother, what's wrong with you?"
The fourth prince waved his hands and coughed so hard that he couldn't speak: "Nothing, cough cough cough..."
The Imperial Concubine and Emperor Wen Zhao looked at the Fourth Prince coughing so hard that he died, and cursed him in their hearts for being useless. Just when they were hearing the crucial part, he interrupted them.
Ji Jinyou raised her little hands and patted the Fourth Prince's back vigorously, sighing in her heart: [Hey, Fourth Brother is so old, how come he can't even drink tea properly? You just said that Miss Song is the Seventh Prince's consort, what's going on? ]
The system continued: [Look at what is written here. It was the Seventh Prince who asked His Majesty for permission to grant the marriage. In the original story, the Fourth Prince died and had no connection with Miss Song.]
Ji Jinyou: [When did Brother Seven request the order? ]
System: [The synopsis says the wedding will be held at the beginning of next year. Considering the process of the prince's marriage, the request for permission should be coming soon.]
The Fourth Prince's expression sank, and he looked at Emperor Wen Zhao and the Imperial Consort. The two of them signaled with their eyes that he should be patient, so the Fourth Prince had to suppress his anxiety.
Ji Jinyou asked again: [What was the final outcome of Miss Song Er? ]
System answer: [One year after marrying the Seventh Prince, she was pushed into the lake by the Seventh Prince's concubine and died of a cold.]
Miss Song was murdered? The fourth prince exerted force with his free hand, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Even the Royal Concubine, who had experienced many ups and downs, was frightened by her son's murderous gaze. She wanted to get up and hold Xiaojiu over, but was afraid of interrupting the conversation, or changing the subject, so she had to sit down first.
Emperor Wen Zhao, however, did not take the murderous intent revealed by the Fourth Prince seriously. As a man, it was okay for him to be a little brave.
Ji Jinyou: [Did the Seventh Prince avenge her? ]
System: [No, that concubine is the cousin of the Seventh Prince, a scheming little white flower. She cried in the Seventh Prince's arms and said that she did something wrong because she loved him too much, so the Seventh Prince forgave her.]
Ji Jinyou was so angry that he clenched his fists: [Scumbag. ]
What is a scumbag? None of the three adults present know what it means, but the tofu dregs know. I guess it describes a man as a waste?
The system comforted him: [Don’t be angry, Youzi. The Seventh Prince died soon after.]
Ji Jinyou: [Then how did he die? ]
System: [It says that he died in a fight for a storage position, but there is only a few words, and the specific reason for his death is not mentioned. ]
According to Ji Jinyou's experience, if the synopsis does not mention it in detail, it means that the Seventh Prince should not have a big impact on the plot.
Ji Jinyou was a little worried: [If the original plot is that the Seventh Prince marries the Second Miss Song, I wonder if Fourth Brother can get his wish. ]
As he spoke, he looked at the Fourth Prince, and saw that he had a serious expression, and his previous smile was completely gone. Then he looked at His Majesty and the Royal Concubine, and saw that they were both drinking tea in silence.
She wondered: [Why is everyone suddenly silent? ]
System: [I am so tired of talking all the time. 】
Several people in the room secretly praised the little girl for her alertness. Just as they were about to speak, Liang Quan came in and reported, "Your Majesty, the Dali Temple Minister Song is here."
Emperor Wen Zhao nodded: "Please come in."
Soon, Lord Song walked in. He was a little surprised to see so many people in the room. It didn't look like they were here for official business, but he didn't show it and greeted everyone one by one.
Emperor Wen Zhao offered a seat, and Lord Song sat down on the chair close to the edge, quietly waiting for His Majesty's instructions.
Emperor Wen Zhao laughed and said, "Song Qing, I heard that you have a second daughter who is kind and elegant, with good character and appearance, and is also good at writing and painting?"
Thinking of the women in His Majesty's harem, Lord Song was horrified, but then he thought again and felt that he was mistaken. The Royal Concubine, the Fourth Prince, and the Ninth Princess were all here. It was impossible that His Majesty was asking about this just for him.
She felt relieved, and then she bowed and replied, "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty. I am not talented, and I only know a few words."
Emperor Wen Zhao then asked, "How old is your daughter this year?"
Lord Song: "I am only fifteen years old."
Emperor Wen Zhao was gentle and continued to ask: "I wonder if you can grant it to her?"
"Not yet." Lord Song replied, looking at the Fourth Prince sitting beside him, puzzled, and then asked directly: "Your Majesty, you summoned me to see you today, is it for the Seventh Prince?"
Has the Seventh Prince already made some moves in private? The Imperial Concubine subconsciously looked at the Fourth Prince, and saw that his face darkened.
Emperor Wen Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean, Mr. Song?"
Lord Song: "A few days ago, I met the Seventh Prince, and he asked me a few questions, also about me."
Emperor Wen Zhao looked at the fourth prince and said with a smile: "The daughter of Song Qing's family must be one in a million. To my surprise, both of my sons are thinking about her."
The meaning of this was unclear. Thinking deeper, it was that his daughter caused the princes to fight and brothers to turn against each other, which was not a good thing. Lord Song was shocked, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Emperor Wen Zhao stood up and personally helped Lord Song up: "Lord Song, what crime have you committed? Get up quickly."
Lord Song thanked the emperor with great fear and trepidation, but did not dare to sit down again. In the end, he was pushed down on the chair by Emperor Wen Zhao.
The Fourth Prince looked at Emperor Wen Zhao with an anxious look.
Emperor Wen Zhao gave him a look, signaling him to rest assured, and then said, "Song Qing, although the Seventh Prince asked you first, marriage is a matter of parents' decision, and it is unreasonable for him to do this."
Lord Song nodded: "Yes, yes, I have never promised the Seventh Prince anything."
Emperor Wen Zhao nodded in satisfaction: "Since it was the Fourth Prince who came to me first, and he is my elder brother, how about letting my unworthy son worship you as his father?"
Lord Song glanced at the strong and powerful Fourth Prince, who had been fighting all year round, and then thought of the delicate and weak appearance of his second daughter, and he hesitated.
If the young couple had an argument in the future, the Fourth Prince would slap his daughter in the face and her life would be in danger.
Besides, everyone knows that the Fourth Prince is a knife in His Majesty's hand. In the past few years, countless officials have fallen at the hands of this evil god. Everyone avoids him, and no one knows how many people secretly want to get rid of the Fourth Prince. To be honest, his Song family really doesn't want to have anything to do with such a prince.
However, this matter was raised by His Majesty himself, seemingly seeking his opinion, but he had no choice.
The Fourth Prince is the eldest prince's staunch supporter, and the eldest prince is the most promising candidate for the succession to the throne. If he rejects this marriage proposal now, when the eldest prince ascends the throne in the future, the Fourth Prince's status will surely rise. By then, will he make things difficult for his Song family?
Besides, the intention of the Seventh Prince's question that day was so obvious. If I refuse here, I really don't know how to deal with him when he comes back.
No matter how good their daughter is, she is not a fairy. How could she have the courage to reject two princes?
But if he didn't reject it all, he would be even less optimistic about the Seventh Prince. Putting aside other things, the fact that His Majesty disliked the Seventh Prince was a major hidden danger.
In just a short moment, Lord Song's mind was in turmoil. He thought a lot and didn't know how to make a decision.
Seeing her foolish son looking at Lord Song eagerly, the Royal Concubine gave him a look, but the Fourth Prince was only looking at Lord Song and did not receive any signal from his mother at all.
Ji Jinyou was so anxious that she hugged the fourth prince's neck and stood on his legs. She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Fourth brother, the queen asked you to speak for yourself."
The Fourth Prince then looked at the Imperial Concubine. The mother and son looked at each other and nodded. The Fourth Prince put Xiaojiu on the chair first, walked in front of Lord Song, and solemnly bowed to him: "Father-in-law, please accept my son-in-law's greetings."
Lord Song jumped up from his chair and said, "Your Highness, I am sorry to trouble you."
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Prince's face turned unhappy: "Lord Song, are you rejecting me?"
Hearing the displeasure in the rough voice, Lord Song's forehead was covered with sweat, and he quickly saluted: "I dare not, I mean that I cannot accept such a great gift from Your Highness."
The fourth prince smiled and said, "That means my father-in-law has agreed?"
Lord Song looked at the Fourth Prince, who was much taller and stronger than him, and smiled bitterly in his heart. He did not dare to refuse directly, and whispered, "It's just that my daughter is the youngest in the family. She is delicate, timid and crybaby..."
The fourth prince immediately responded: "It doesn't matter. I like Miss Song Er. In my eyes, she is good in every way, even if she cries every day."
Mr. Song: "...But I didn't cry every day."
Seeing her son looking so worthless, the Imperial Concubine couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Emperor Wen Zhao laughed and said, "In that case, the matter is settled. Liang Quan, prepare your writing brush and ink."
Now that the emperor had spoken, Lord Song had no choice but to thank him with a smile.
The Fourth Prince was delighted, his handsome face was beaming with joy.
Fourth brother finally got his lover's wish, and Second Miss Song didn't have to be killed by Seventh Prince's concubine. This was the best of both worlds. Seeing that Fourth Prince was happy, Ji Jinyou was happy too, and congratulated him with her chubby fist.
The fourth prince reached out and picked up the fat baby with a mouthful of milk teeth, lifting him up high.
Seeing that he was holding her steadily with both hands and did not let go like the Sixth Prince, Ji Jinyou was not nervous anymore. She immediately felt that her Fourth Brother was much more reliable than her Sixth Brother.
Soon, the imperial edict was written. After expressing his gratitude, Lord Song took the edict and prepared to return home.
After the matter was settled, the Fourth Prince did not stay any longer and took his leave, preparing to accompany his future father-in-law out of the palace and cultivate their relationship.
But before the two of them walked out of the courtyard gate, the Seventh Prince hurried over. When he saw Lord Song, he bowed and said, "Lord Song, please stay. I will come to you after I have seen His Majesty."
Lord Song clenched the imperial edict in his hand, feeling nervous, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.
Seeing this, the Fourth Prince also stayed behind, thought for a moment, and walked back.
The Seventh Prince walked to the palace gate and waited for Liang Quan to go in and report. Then he walked in, quickly walked to Emperor Wen Zhao, lifted his robe, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and bowed: "Father, I want to marry the second daughter of Lord Song. Please grant me a marriage."
The Fourth Prince, who came in closely behind him, looked dark, but then he remembered that the imperial edict had already been issued, and he smiled with some complacency.
Ji Jinyou was held in the arms of the Royal Concubine. Seeing this situation, he stood up excitedly, with a hint of excitement in his tone: [Boss, do you think this is a Shura Field? Are the Fourth Brother and the Seventh Brother going to fight? ]
Hearing this unbridled baby voice that sounded like a lively scene, the Seventh Prince suddenly raised his head to look at the chubby child in the Royal Consort's arms.