Chapter 155 Conditions

Tao Qizhong looked at Song Mo in shock.

If the Duke of England killed all the guards who were loyal to him and who were angered by Song Mo because they carried out his orders, who would dare to work for the Duke of England in the future?

But compared with Song Han, this request seems insignificant.

He pondered and said, "Can you let the Second Master go back to the Upper House to rest?"

Song Han has been living with his parents in the upper house.

so it is!

Song Mo secretly laughed at himself in his heart.

One of the important reasons why my father compromised so quickly was probably because he was afraid that I would use Song Han to threaten him, right?

In his father's heart, he was nothing but a heartless and shameless person who did not even spare his brothers and sisters!

Or, when disappointment reaches its extreme, there is no hope anymore.

Song Mo's heart suddenly became very calm.

He said indifferently: "On my mother's seventh birthday, I will preside over the ceremony; on the seventh day of her death, I will beat the banner."

In this way, all the previous things became a joke.

If Song Mo becomes the heir recognized by the Duke of England again, the conflict between father and son will be weakened, and can even be explained away with a simple "misunderstanding". The Duke of England will no longer be able to pursue Song Mo for the crime of murder.

This must have been very difficult for the British prince.

There is still a long way to go.

The most urgent task is to ensure Song Han's safety - the Duke has only these two sons, and he is already at odds with the eldest son. If he loses the second son, does he have to let the Duke inherit the title of the Duke of England through his adopted son from his cousin?

For the Duke, who has always attached great importance to inheritance and is very proud of becoming a British Duke, this must be more painful than killing him, right?

Tao Qizhong didn't think twice and agreed on behalf of Song Yichun: "Your Highness is the eldest son, so you should be the one to preside over the ceremony and carry the banner. Is there anyone else who can replace you?"

I'm afraid that from today on, my father will be thinking day and night about how to let Song Han replace him?

Song Mo was not afraid. He sneered in his heart and said, "From now on, I will not care about the affairs of the Duke of Ying's Mansion, but the Duke of Ying's Mansion should not care about the affairs of Yizhitang either!"

Since his uncle got into trouble, one thing after another, he needed time to sort out the people his uncle had left for him, and also needed time to understand the real reason why his father framed him. Only in this way could he truly resolve his crisis.

Tao Qizhong thought the same as Song Mo.

With so many people dead, the Duke of England needs time to digest the loss and reduce other people's attention. Peace in the short term is very necessary.

"If he is an eagle, he should be allowed to soar to the sky." Tao Qizhong laughed, "Now that the prince has grown up, he should learn to manage the affairs of the Duke's Mansion. It would be best to start with Yizhitang. When the Duke was still the prince, he also started by managing Yizhitang."

"Really?" Song Mo smiled faintly, "In that case, after mother's 79th day of death, please ask father to divide mother's dowry between me and Tianen!"

Tao Qizhong was stunned.

Song Moyi said, "Father is in his prime, and he will probably remarry soon. He gave our mother's dowry to us two brothers before the new bride came into the family, also to show that father had no selfish motives. I feel more at ease that Tianen has mother's dowry and lives with father in the upper house."

When the lady came into the family, she had a dowry of nearly ten thousand taels of silver. She has managed the business well over the years, so a rough calculation shows that she should have at least thirty or forty thousand taels of silver.

Song Mo and Song Han are both of adult age and have not yet married. It is understandable that the wife's dowry is managed by the Duke. Why would Song Mo think of sharing the wife's dowry?

However, it was not excessive for him to make such a request.

The main reason is that the Duke is still in his prime, and the two sons are not old enough to get married. The Duke of Ying's Mansion has no one to take charge of the marriage, so the Duke of Ying's Mansion must remarry. If the marriage is remarried, dividing the wife's dowry between the two sons in advance is exactly a manifestation of respect for the wife and the two sons born to the wife. Especially Song Mo. There is already someone in charge of the dowry of Mrs. Lu, and there have been no mistakes for so many years. It is a natural thing to hand over the dowry of Mrs. Jiang to him in the eyes of outsiders.

And from Song Mo's tone, he would wait until he divided the wife's dowry before handing the Second Master over to them...

Tao Qizhong laughed and said, "Dividing property is a very trivial matter. I'm afraid it won't produce any results for a while..."

He spoke slowly, observing Song Mo's expression, somewhat trying to test Song Mo's tone.

Song Mo felt even more disgusting.

Since Song Han is so important, why should my father care about my mother's dowry?

He listened to Tao Qizhong's words calmly and said, "Then we can divide it slowly. Anyway, we two brothers are not in a hurry."

The heavy pottery confirmed Song Mo's idea.

He couldn't help but sigh secretly, and said with a smile: "Since the Crown Prince is not in good health, I won't disturb him. When I return to the Duke, I can arrange the 37th day of mourning for him."

Song Mo has already put forward his request. As for whether his father will agree or not and when he will agree, it all depends on who can remain patient!

He nodded slightly and asked the guard to take the pottery back out.

A guard came to report: "Doctor Yang is here."

One of the important reasons why Song Mo asked Yang Xiushan to treat him was that he wanted to ask him about his mother's condition.

Yang Xiushan was so shocked when he saw his injuries that he was stunned for a long time. When he came to his senses, he asked anxiously, "What happened?"

Song Mo had already thought of what to say, and said half-truthfully: "My mother passed away, and my father was in a bad mood. I rushed back in a hurry, and blamed my father for not informing me earlier. I contradicted my father, and he beat me up severely."

"That's too much of a beating!" Yang Xiushan shook his head and asked Song Mo to invite Huang Zhongli as well. "His family has a tradition of treating bone injuries."

Song Mo was thinking about how to put pressure on his father when Yang Xiushan came up with a good idea.

He immediately took the advice and asked someone to invite Huang Zhongli, and then talked to Yang Xiushan about his mother's illness.

"It's mainly because of depression," Yang Xiushan sighed, "This kind of mental illness needs to be treated with mental medicine."

He often visited the Duke of England's Mansion and knew that Song Mo was very close to his mother. He wanted to say that Song Mo should have stayed by Jiang's side at that time, but when he thought of Song Mo's injury, he swallowed the words.

Huang Zhongli had not arrived yet, but Gu Yu arrived first with a lot of medicines and supplements.

Seeing Song Mo's appearance, he took a breath of cool air.

Yang Xiushan also often treated the women in the Yunyang Earl's family and was familiar with Gu Yu. After a few pleasantries, Yang Xiushan tactfully made the excuse that he had to write a prescription and gave the seat to Gu Yu.

As soon as Yang Xiushan left, Gu Yu sat on the brocade stool in front of Song Mo's bed with a gloomy face: "What happened? Why did you ask me to keep my uncle for a few more hours?"

In exchange for his heart, he might still need Gu Yu's help to control his father in the future.

Song Mo did not hide anything and recounted the whole incident briefly.

Gu Yu's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "How could this happen?"

"I don't know either." Song Mo looked a little bitter. "If I can find the reason, maybe I can solve this problem."

"Every family has its own problems." Gu Yu said sarcastically, "Everyone thinks I'm a fool, but I know that the person who dares to teach me in front of my aunt is the one who really cares about me." As he spoke, his expression frightened and he said coldly, "Brother Tianci, tell me, what do you want me to do? I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

He didn't ask any questions about rebellion, filial piety, or disobedience, and just stood on Song Mo's side.

Song Mo's eyes suddenly became moist, and after a while he said, "I don't need your help for now." He told him about his conversation with Tao Qizhong, "…First, heal your injuries, then find a way to protect yourself and find out why my father treated me like this. After the mourning period is over, I will try to get a job."

Once he entered the government, Song Yichun would not have treated him in such a crude way.

Gu Yu nodded and said, "Don't worry. During the mourning period, I will come to see you every now and then. Not only will I come by myself, I will occasionally bring one or two influential noble sons in Kyoto with me, and I will also mention you in front of my aunt and the emperor from time to time."

"Thank you!" Song Mo was very grateful.

"Hey, why are you saying this?" Gu Yu blushed. This was the first time in his life that someone had thanked him so solemnly, and it was Song Mo, whom he respected very much. "I can't help much."

Time is the most ruthless. After the three-year mourning period, who knows if the emperor still remembers him. With Gu Yu's help, he often mentions him in front of the emperor and the empress. After the mourning period, even if his father wants to stop him, he will find a job.

"This is the greatest help to me." Song Mo thanked Gu Yu again.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Gu Yu waved his hand embarrassedly and said, "Do you need guards here? I have two good fighters with me. They were given to me by my aunt. If you want them, I'll give them to you..."

That was the life-saving talisman given to Gu Yu by the Empress. If it weren't for these two guards, how could he have earned the reputation of being the "Little Overlord" in the city of Kyoto, where there were many talented people!

"No need." Song Mo couldn't help but smile, "I still have people left by my uncle."

"How could I forget this!" Gu Yu patted his head and said, "Do you want silver? I don't have much private money, but I have a lot of antique calligraphy and paintings that are not listed. I can pawn them and get at least ten thousand taels of silver."

"I don't need any of them." Song Mo felt warm inside, "Keep them for yourself!" Knowing that he was sincere, he added, "If I need them, it won't be too late to ask you."

Gu Yu nodded continuously: "Then you must remember to tell me!"

"Sure." Song Mo smiled. A guard came in and reported, "Doctor Huang is here."

Gu Yu hurriedly welcomed Huang Zhongli in on behalf of Song Mo.

Huang Zhongli is in his fifties, very tall and strong. At first glance he looks like a warrior. Although he is sturdy, his big hands like a palm-leaf fan are very dexterous.

He felt Song Mo's pulse, then touched the injured part of his body, frowning tightly: "External injuries are easy to deal with, they can be healed in three to five months, but this internal injury..."

Gu Yu was shocked: "What? Can't it be cured?"

"Not really." Huang Lishan said, "It will probably take three to five years to get better."

Gu Yu let out a long sigh: "As long as it can be cured! Just tell me what medicine to use! If it doesn't work, I'll ask the Empress." His dandy temperament was immediately apparent, and Song Mo couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.

Huang Zhongli was also a man of temper. He smiled veiledly and said, "All the herbs used are common herbs, but they need to be boiled with rootless water, which is a bit troublesome."

Water without roots is rainwater.

It rarely rains throughout the year, especially in a dry climate like Kyoto.

Gu Yu murmured, "Are we going to move to Jiangnan?"

Song Mo knew that Huang Zhongli was teasing Gu Yu, but he was also moved by Gu Yu's sincerity and said with a smile: "When it rains, just use a bucket to catch it."

"Why didn't I think of that!" Gu Yu laughed.

However, Song Mo's heart moved.

Three years ago, the emperor awarded him a small farm in Daxing, less than sixty miles away from Kyoto.

Maybe that place can be used!