Chapter 170 I Won’t Marry
The atmosphere on the carriage on the way back was very strange. Song Ci happily took the hairpin in the box and admired it from left to right, praising it non-stop: "As expected, it is a good thing if it is bought at a high price. Speaking of this today, I really have to thank you very much, sister. Sister said that she wanted to reconcile with us as before, and I just thought she was teasing me. She was willing to spend a lot of money, it seems that she is sincere."
With just one sentence, Song Rouxi swallowed back the words she had been brewing for a long time, asking Song Ci to hand over those hairpins and jewelry.
Two hundred taels! Are all the two hundred taels going to Song Ci?
Then she thought, she would send Song Ci over there to marry the fool, and then she would take the opportunity to take her back. It would be better not to break up with her now and let Song Ci see through her flaws.
She thought she was pretending very well. Song Ci was just mocking her in her heart, but she didn't show any emotion on her face, pretending to be a good sister. It was not until they returned to the third courtyard that the smile on her face fell.
Tian'er slipped back into the room from behind and whispered, "The young lady asked me to look around to see if there was anything suspicious. I saw a woman and a man in the teahouse next door staring at the young lady. The woman was dressed in silk and satin, and the man looked idiotic. They must be the third young master of the Liang family."
really.
Her prediction was correct. Song Rouxi was able to deal with her patiently and was willing to spend money, just with the intention of taking her out to be seen by a fool.
"I understand." She waved her hand and picked up the teacup to drink tea.
"Miss, what are you going to do next..." Tian'er narrowed her round eyes and made a chopping gesture, "Do you want me to go directly to the Liang family and cripple that stupid young master?"
Song Ci was so direct that she almost spit out a mouthful of water. She quickly said, "No need. Our target is not the Liang family, but if the Liang family is ignorant and insists on opposing us, it will not be too late to deal with them later."
"Then what does the young lady want to do?"
"Come closer..."
At dinner time in the evening, it was rare for the people from the main house to call the people from the third house over.
Old Lady Song smiled so hard that only her teeth were visible. She kept picking up food for Old Third Song and said, "Old Third, you've worked hard these days. Eat more."
Looking at the full bowl of food, Song Laosan was clear-headed. After going through these things, no matter how stupid or foolish he was, he could see that his mother had no interest in him at all.
Imagine that someone who has never looked you in the eye suddenly becomes nice to you. What is the reason?
There must be a conspiracy.
Song Lao San looked at the food in his bowl without touching it, and asked, "Mother asked us to have a meal together today, is there something you want to say?"
Being found out by someone, especially her third son who had never disobeyed her, Old Mrs. Song's face was very long.
He flung his chopsticks and cursed, "You're my son. I asked you to have a meal with me. Do you need a reason?"
Seeing that she was really angry, Song Laosan wondered if he was wrong.
Just as he felt a hint of guilt, he heard Boss Song continue, "Third brother, this is your fault. Mother missed you and had a good thing happen to her, so she asked you to come. Mother has you in her heart, and when she encountered such a good thing, she immediately thought of the third room. You must know how to be filial to her."
Song Laosan was puzzled.
Old Lady Song snorted coldly, "They are just ungrateful people. Expecting them to be filial is worse than expecting it to rain gold tomorrow."
But Song Lao San ignored her temper and looked straight at Song Lao Da: “Brother, what is the good thing you are talking about.”
Qiao Xianglan, who had been concentrating on eating, also looked up, feeling something was wrong.
That night, the attitudes of the first and second wives and Old Lady Song were very strange.
Song Ci looked confused, but she already knew in her heart what they were going to say next.
"Good news! Good news about Song Ci. We found a good family for her! Song Ci will enjoy a happy life in the future."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Xianglan slammed the chopsticks in her hand onto the table with a "clack". Her voice became uncontrollably sharp, "What marriage?! Our Xiaoci won't marry!"
Boss Song's face darkened slightly. "Third sister-in-law, mother is talking to us, why are you, a woman, butting in? Third brother, third sister-in-law is so rude, don't you say anything?"
Qiao Xianglan clutched her skirt tightly under the table, feeling uneasy.
Song Lao San said calmly: "She is Xiao Ci's mother, so she can naturally ask about Xiao Ci's marriage."
"She's just a woman, why would she care about this? Song Ci belongs to our Song family, not the Qiao family."
Qiao Xianglan's eyes turned red from being squeezed, but she still said stubbornly, "If she is not satisfied with Xiaoci's marriage, she can't get married!"
Old Mrs. Song laughed in anger, "Marriages in this world are all decided by parents and matchmakers. I am still alive, old lady, and I am the head of the Song family. The eldest son is an official, and the marriage he arranged for Song Ci can't really harm her!"
"Grandma, don't be angry. It's our fault that we didn't explain it clearly to Third Aunt and Third Uncle in advance. If they knew it was such a family, they wouldn't be so unhappy." Song Rouxi tried to smooth things over.
"Uncle San, Aunt San, my father was just promoted to the Ministry of Rites. He happened to hear the Minister of Rites talking about someone to his third son, and that’s when he thought of Song porcelain."
Ministry of Rites! Song Lao San was shocked.
Although he had never been an official, he knew from his years of business that the position of Vice Minister of Rites was a third-rank official, and the next higher position was the Minister of Rites.
Such an official position is well-known in Beijing.
How could such a family want to marry into the Song family?
Li Yao's mind raced, and meeting Song Lao San's suspicious eyes, he explained, "It's because they've taken a fancy to Xiao Ci. The other day, when the Liang family's wife came to visit, she said that Song Ci was beautiful, had a good temper, and everything about her was good. She wanted to tell her third son about this. In the future, I'm afraid our whole family will have to rely on Song Ci."
She said it nicely, but Qiao Xianglan felt deeply uneasy in her heart.
She admits that she is not smart, but she also knows that there is no free lunch in the world.
Such a good family suddenly found the Song family, skipped Song Rouxi and Song Ying, and directly asked for Song porcelain. There must be something fishy going on.
You know what, the couple immediately thought of the same thing.
Song Ci secretly looked at her parents' expressions, a smile playing on the corners of her lips. Fortunately, both of them were extremely disappointed with this family and had cleared their minds.
Knowing that this group of people are so evil and rotten, they would never think of the third room if something good happened.
"That's a good thing. If it's really a good thing, why doesn't sister-in-law let Rouxi go?"
Li Yao: "Well, that won't work." Realizing her tone was wrong, she hurriedly explained: "They just like your Song porcelain. Even if others wanted to go, Madam Liang wouldn't allow it. In the final analysis, your Song porcelain is the lucky one..."
"Aunt thinks this is a blessing, why not give it to you?" Song Ci said with a half-smile, then turned to look at Song Lao San with a firm look in her eyes, "Dad, I won't marry. This Liang family, my daughter doesn't like it and won't marry."
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