Chapter 228 The Wasted Son of an Ancient Family (26)
The clan chief walked over with a look of surprise on his face.
As the birthday celebrant, he was originally chatting with some old men in the distance, so he naturally noticed what was happening here. He originally thought that if the young man made a fuss, the kid would back down, but he didn't expect that they would actually start fighting.
Moreover, they had the upper hand against multiple opponents.
"Clan leader, this person is fond of fighting and disrupted the birthday banquet. According to clan rules, he should be punished!"
Upon seeing the old man approach, Song Jian hurriedly scrambled to his feet to complain.
The clan chief glared at him.
punish?
What is their status?
A group of people went up and couldn't beat one person, yet they still had the nerve to talk about punishment.
He didn't think highly of the eldest son of the Marquis's family, but he didn't want to offend him too much. He could just let it go by being indifferent and showing his attitude. It's not a big deal for young people to have some conflicts. But if he stepped in to punish him, it could easily turn into a complete break.
This is something he doesn't want to see.
"Get down here, all of you! What kind of behavior is this, making such a racket?"
The clan chief glanced around and shouted at the young people of his clan. The others naturally dared not say anything and left, limping and supporting their backs.
Then, the clan leader looked at Changqing and said, "Young Master, there should be limits to how young people joke around. You went too far just now."
Playing around?
Changqing sneered inwardly. A group of people surrounded him, full of hostility. Was this what they called playing around?
"Chief, I came with an invitation, but they are deliberately trying to stop me..."
The clan chief shook his head to interrupt.
"Alright, alright, I won't ask you to apologize anymore. Let's leave it at that... You can all go sit over there. Fugui, take the guests over."
He pointed to a corner and called out, and immediately a butler-like figure came forward.
Jianqiu looked unwell.
This was clearly a case of neglect. The location was quite remote, near a corner, and surrounded by women and children. They were literally sitting at the same table as the kids.
"Please come in, guest with the invitation."
The middle-aged man, who looked like a butler, stretched out his hand and emphasized the words "invitation" in his hand.
"Young master, let's go back."
Jianqiu, still angry, tugged at Changqing's sleeve.
Changqing shook his head. "It doesn't matter where you sit."
He actually followed the butler to the corner and sat down.
Curious eyes turned to look at them.
Changqing didn't mind at all; he was completely at ease, and even exchanged a few words with the little kid next to him.
far away.
Song Jian touched his still aching waist, but felt a sense of relief.
"Hahaha, Brother Shaojun, that kid was so arrogant before, but now he's sitting at the kids' table."
The others also laughed.
"If you ask me, the clan leader's move is brilliant. You shamelessly insisted on joining in the fun, fine, I won't kick you out. I'll arrange a seat for you, you have to obey."
"It still takes the clan leader to step in. I don't know what that kid ate to grow up like that, he's really strong." Another person sighed, rubbing his swollen face.
Song Shaojun's face was ugly, and he was still angry. He had been knocked down and had his head stepped on, and he had lost all face.
He hadn't even realized what was happening.
That kid acted too fast.
He was a scholar who studied the classics and believed in persuading others with reason. He never expected the other party to resort to violence. It was only when the fist landed on his body that he realized that sometimes the classics were not so useful.
We can't just let this go.
Song Shaojun gritted his teeth inwardly.
Song Jian understood Song Shaojun's thoughts, and seeing that he remained silent, he immediately moved closer.
"Shaojun, after the birthday banquet, aren't you in charge of the gift-giving ceremony? Just don't accept his gift then."
Song Shaojun's eyes lit up.
That's actually possible.
He was the clan chief's grand-nephew, and it had been decided long ago that he would preside over the offering ceremony. Generally speaking, the offering ceremony is done by the head of the family, a man, and the women's and children's table doesn't need to be moved. Perfect, that kid was sitting at the women's and children's table, so it was just right.
At that time, that kid's face will definitely look very good.
Thinking of this, he felt a little better.
Changqing was unaware of what the others were thinking. After exchanging a few words with someone, he lost interest and leaned back in his chair to rest with his eyes closed.
Secretly, however, he was chatting with the system.
"Master, are those people almost here? I'm getting a little bored."
The system's voice rang out, "Hehe, host, don't worry, you'll definitely arrive tonight. The emperor has given a strict order that you must return within half a month."
Changqing was speechless. "Has the Marquis's residence become such a mess?"
System: "That's right. Song Yu is already paralyzed, and Song Changming is not at peace even after getting married. The entire Marquis's mansion is in chaos now, with no one in charge. Some servants have even absconded with the money. Although they were caught by the authorities, people are still in a state of panic. Even the emperor couldn't stand it anymore, so he issued an edict to send you back."
Changqing let out a breath. "Boring."
System: "Master, laugh if you want, I know what you're thinking."
Hahahaha.
Changqing actually laughed, startling everyone around him.
Although it was a bit of an easy win.
But upon hearing that the Marquis's residence was in such chaos, he was actually quite pleased.
He has already made up his mind.
After returning home, they separated their households.
It's normal for Song Changming, a married illegitimate son, to be kicked out. Besides, he married Wang Ruo, which gives him even more reason to not even think about getting a share of the family property.
Bai Susu herself had no official status.
After the family splits up, the son will naturally go with them.
As for that scumbag father?
Just find someone to take care of him, he can't just die like this.
"Let's start anew and rebuild our lost land!"
Changqing looked at the table, shook his head, and started humming a song.
The people around were terrified.
They all got up and left.
The eyes of others in the distance also turned to look.
"He's gone mad, that kid's gone mad!"
"Hahaha, he must be furious, but he has no choice but to do this."
“It must be humiliating for a grown man to sit at a table with women and children, but he can only blame himself.”
Jianqiu is used to it.
After all, their young master is a picture book illustrator, and in the past, when he was really into drawing, he would often sing along.
Fortunately, there was nothing else unusual besides the singing, so the others naturally didn't bother with it. After a while, they took their seats, and the people who had been scared away all came back.
After finishing the meal.
They've started appearing on TV shows.
First, a grand opera was performed. The invited opera troupe performed "The Eight Immortals Celebrate Longevity" on stage, followed by "The Twin Stars Live Forever," which drew cheers from the audience.
Changqing, on the other hand, was drowsy.
The opera troupes in small towns are generally of mediocre quality; compared to those in the capital, they are simply unbearable to listen to.
The opera is over.
The atmosphere warmed up.
Now it's time to present the treasure.
Song Shaojun took the stage to host the event. Behind him stood a burly man, who was the one who announced the birthday gifts, letting everyone know who had given what gift.
They were all ordinary people, and the gifts they gave were mostly ordinary items, such as longevity peaches and longevity noodles.
Song Shaojun took the name list and called out names one by one; those whose names were called went up.
He started with the elders in his clan, then moved on to some close relatives, and then to neighbors in the surrounding villages and towns.
Two incense sticks later.
Most of the guests went upstairs.
He glanced around before finally looking at Changqing.
"Song Changqing, although you also have an invitation, since you're sitting at the women and children's table, then..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.
"Imperial edict has arrived!!!"
A loud shout, like a thunderclap.
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