Chapter 130: New Year Gift Controversy 2
"No?" Song Rouxi raised an eyebrow. "I thought Third Sister really wanted it. In that case, forget it."
"I haven't finished speaking yet, because everything here belongs to me. It's not your turn to make the decision, big sister."
Song Rouxi: "What nonsense are you talking about? This is our eldest wife's property. How can it not be my turn to make the decision? Song Ci, you are not thinking about these things and you are crazy. Are you talking nonsense?"
"The things here are all given to our third room."
Boss Song didn't believe it. "Song Ci, you lied in front of so many people. If this gets out, your reputation will be bad."
"Really?" She smiled. "If you don't believe me, you can ask the steward. The other car was sent by Princess Le Yi. The person who delivered the gifts has left, but the list of gifts is still there. You will know it at a glance."
As soon as the words fell, Boss Song looked anxiously at the steward. A hint of sarcasm flashed across the steward's face, and his tone was neither hot nor cold. "Miss Song San is right. It was His Royal Highness Prince Yu who asked me to come and deliver the New Year's gift."
"Prince Yu?" Boss Song's eyes twitched. "Why would Prince Yu send something to the Third House?"
"Miss Song San came to the palace to see the imperial concubine and helped a lot. His Royal Highness Prince Yu is grateful to Miss Song San and specially sent these things." The steward was too lazy to waste time with them. The thoughts and ideas of other people in the Song family were almost transparent to him.
Thinking of his master's instructions, he coughed and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Yu said that these things are given exclusively to Miss Song San. Not to the Song family."
After he finished speaking, Song Rouxi and Song Ying both looked indignant, looking at the fabrics with reluctant eyes.
Are they all for Song Ci? Is she destined to wear these clothes? She's not afraid of shortening her life!
Old Song was incredulous. His eyes swept across Song Ci's indifferent expression, and then fell on Song Rouxi, who was standing behind him with a face full of resentment. This was the rare time in his life when he felt jealous of Old Song's third son. He was obviously a fool, but how could he have given birth to such an extremely smart daughter?
The steward looked at Song Ci and said, "Miss Song San, the gift has been delivered. I will go back and report now."
"Wanxiang, go see the steward off and escort him out properly."
Wanxiang: "Yes, don't worry, miss."
Inside the courtyard, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Song Yong, standing at the back of the group, had a dark expression on his face. Song Ci was simply too dazzling, far more dazzling than he had imagined. Hearing Song Rouxi say that she had been surrounded by all sorts of men in the past year, he was a little skeptical.
She is very beautiful, but her family background is too low, and no matter what others think, they will not be interested in Song Dynasty porcelain.
But the scene before him made him realize that he was wrong, and even more panicked. The more dazzling Song Ci was, the smaller his chance of getting her was. This made Song Yong feel uncomfortable and anxious. He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, and tasted the rusty taste unique to blood on the tip of his tongue.
"Is this a gift for you? You hooked up with Prince Yu!" Old Lady Song exclaimed.
"Collusion? Grandmother is not only trying to smear my reputation, but also Prince Yu. Why don't I call the steward back and tell him what Grandmother said? I'm curious what Prince Yu would do if he knew that Grandmother was plotting this behind the scenes."
"Song Ci, don't think you can be arrogant just because you have these things. Your third room is still nothing."
"Nothing at all? My father is very smart. Everything the Song family eats and uses is bought with the money he earned!" Song Ci did not dare to show weakness and retorted directly.
The others were speechless even if they wanted to refute this.
That's the truth.
Song Lan looked at his sister's calm back, and a feeling of inexplicable sadness rose in his heart. Recalling the scene just now, everyone looked down on the third room and bullied his sister.
How dare they?
He wanted to go back to study, not only to study, but also to study seriously. He must pass the imperial examination and never let his sister continue to be bullied by them.
"Your father is my son, and it's your duty to be filial to me." Old Mrs. Song's eyes turned and she hurriedly brought up the idea of filial piety.
"They are all from the Song family, so why is grandma more partial to the eldest and second uncles?"
Old Lady Song's pupils shrank, and she felt a little guilty. "The third child is not doing well, so how can he blame me, his mother, for being partial?"
Seeing her expression, Song Ci smiled and didn't continue.
He just raised his hand and said, "Send everything back to the third room."
Song Rouxi was reluctant to send such a good piece of fabric, skein, to the third room. She quickly cast an aggrieved look at Old Man Song and Old Lady Song.
"Song Ci." Boss Song coughed, "This is a lot of fabric. You can't wear it all by yourself. Your eldest sister likes it, so why not give her some."
Song Ying also wanted it, but she knew that her father was different from her uncle and would not ask for her help.
I can only suppress the anger in my heart.
Song Ci raised an eyebrow, "Big sister likes it. Then I'll go back and see if there are any New Year gifts that our third room doesn't need, and then I'll send it to Big sister."
Song Rouxi's words of insult to Song Ci were now retaliated with exactly the same words. Boss Song's face turned ugly. He hated his niece for being so cruel and selfish, and he also hated Song Rouxi for not living up to her expectations, which led to him having to depend on Song Ci's mood.
"Third sister, we are all family and should not be divided. How can you speak like that..."
Seeing Song Rouxi act like she was wronged, sad, and unbelievable again, Song Ci said in a cold tone, "Whether we are a family or not is not determined by our surnames."
After she finished speaking, without giving anyone time to react, she took Wanxiang, who had just returned from sending the steward off, and Song Lan, and left with two cars full of New Year gifts.
Song Rouxi was devastated. Ever since she was a child, she had always wanted something, and now she couldn't get it!
And it was taken away by that bitch Song Ci.
She was angry and anxious, and acted coquettishly to Old Lady Song, "Grandma, look at Song porcelain!"
Old Mrs. Song was shocked by the word "bias" and has only just come to her senses. She is very anxious and worried that the third wife will know something.
How could he have the patience to help Song Rouxi make the decision?
He shook her hand off and said coldly, "Look at you, it's the end of the year now. If the prince values you, why doesn't he send a New Year gift to our house? Instead, you let that little bitch overpower you."
Song Rouxi's face turned pale. Did she want to be suppressed by Song Ci?
There has been no letter from the prince for a long time since he went to the border. She felt vaguely uneasy in her heart, but there was nothing she could do.
Having missed the opportunity before, and now that the border was heavily guarded, it was impossible for her and her maid to reach the Crown Prince. Furthermore, the refugees along the way were likely to be skinned and eaten before they even arrived.
She doesn't dare to gamble!
Unlike the other two rooms, the third room was filled with joy.
There were a lot of things in the two carts, and Song Ci divided them among several people.
Song Lan was also given a few pieces of cloth. Surprisingly, the New Year gift sent by Prince Yu also included a rare book.
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