Chen Ling was immediately interested when he heard there was something exciting to watch. "Oh? Dad, tell me quickly, what's going on?"
Chen Qiyuan told Chen Ling in detail about the situation in the court and his own plan. Chen Ling's eyes lit up and he was very excited.
"Great! Dad, I want to go see it too!"
At the Ouyang Mansion, the head of the family, Ouyang Zhengzheng, was discussing with several elders.
"We must seize the opportunity of this poetry gathering to force His Majesty to depose Song Yuwei." Ouyang Xiu said in a firm tone.
"The Patriarch is right."
An elder echoed, "Although Li Chengfeng is the emperor, he is arrogant and willful, disregarding the ancestral rules!"
"Such a traitorous son is unfit to be emperor!"
At the Su Mansion, the head of the family, Su Dezheng, was also conspiring with Su Yuan.
"We must join forces with other families to completely bring down the Song family!"
Su Yuan still resented Song Yuwei and Li Chengfeng for ruining his career.
"Dad, I want to see Song Yuwei fall down with my own eyes!"
At the Lu Mansion, the head of the family, Lu Qingming, is also ready to show his talents at the poetry meeting.
Only the Song Mansion was filled with a strong smell of medicine and worry.
Song Zelin was lying on the sickbed, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes were bright and sparkling with shrewdness.
Song Yuwei sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the back of her father's hand with her slender fingers.
"Wei'er, you must be careful and cautious at this poetry gathering."
Song Zelin said earnestly, "In the court, people's hearts are treacherous. Those people flatter you on the surface, but in reality they harbor evil intentions. You must not take it lightly!"
"That old fox Qi Daokun will definitely make trouble in secret."
"As for the major families in the capital, your majesty's reforms will inevitably harm their direct interests, and they will not accept it."
Song Yuwei's eyes were slightly red, and she held her father's hand tightly, "Dad, I understand. I will pay attention."
"Wei Er, Dad knows you have outstanding abilities, but this poetry gathering is of great importance. You must remain calm and collected, and must not act impulsively."
Song Zelin coughed a few times and his face became even paler.
His voice was weak, but every word was clear as he repeated, "The poetry gathering, remember this."
Song Yuwei nodded and said softly, "Don't worry, Daddy, I know."
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