Chapter 22 Song Rouxi and the Crown Prince
"mother."
"Don't call me mother. I don't have a son as useless as you! You shamelessly begged, but still couldn't get what you wanted. Don't you know how to kneel down and beg? If your eldest brother can't stay in Beijing, you will be the sinner of our Song family."
Old Lady Song's chest heaved with anger. This third son was truly useless! She had raised him to be obedient and well-behaved since he was a child, constantly teaching him to be obedient and filial. He was indeed obedient and filial, but it was of no use at all. He was worse than an animal!
Song Laosan was scolded for a long time, and he lowered his head, letting the other party vent.
The eldest and second oldest Song brothers watched from the side without saying anything.
He was clearly used to this kind of thing, but Song Laosan suddenly remembered what the other party said during the conversation just now.
"Helping also requires a proper way of helping."
"Who should be helped and who shouldn't be helped? Don't help people all the time, only to end up being blamed. It's better not to help."
At that time, he thought Zhang Baiwan's words were incomprehensible, but now seeing the attitude of his elder and second brothers, he suddenly remembered these words.
But thinking of their brothers and the fact that this matter involved the future of the whole family, they felt uncomfortable in their hearts, and in the end they suppressed this abnormal feeling.
In the end, the hope of transfer was dashed, and the Song family fell into confusion for a while.
With no money and no connections, the situation was completely different from the previous life. Song Ci smiled and wanted to see how the Song family could break the deadlock.
She was inside the house, directing Wanxia, "Pack up everything. Uncle Eldest and Uncle Second failed to transfer and remain in Beijing. We will have to leave sooner or later, so it's better to pack up your things as soon as possible."
Wanxia was angry but dared not say anything. Ever since her indenture contract was in Song Ci's hands, no matter how unhappy she was, she could not act like before. Just like now, Song Ci was ordering her around and she was exhausted. She had already cursed Song Ci in her heart, but she could not show it on the surface.
Wiping the sweat off her face, Wanxia looked at her white and tender palms, which had turned red from being rubbed. She felt extremely uncomfortable. Why didn't Song Ci, such an unlucky and sickly person, just fall ill and die? Now he survived and tortured himself!
"Wanxia, are you unhappy deep down and blaming me again?"
Wanxia shuddered and forced an ugly smile, "Third Miss, how dare this servant."
"That means you don't dare, but you have thought about it?"
"No, no, I dare not, and I won't."
Wanxia's smile was so ugly that it seemed impossible to see it any longer because she was forcing herself to do so. Wanxiang's shoulders were shaking violently because she was trying to hold back her laughter.
"Sister Wanxia, please work hard. The Third Miss is not in good health, and I need to be by her side to take care of her at any time. I can only trouble you to pack up. Sister Wanxia won't blame me, right?"
Wanxia's smile became even more twisted. "No, no. Isn't this what I should do?"
What is Wanxiang, this bitch, so proud of!
Did she think she had a future with the Third House? The Third Master was a fool, the Third Miss only knew some tricks, and the Third Madam was even more cowardly and useless. The smiling tiger of the First House had long disliked the Third House. According to the old lady's partiality, the Third House would suffer sooner or later!
Having said that, when she met Wanxiang's smiling eyes, she was still so angry that she almost vomited blood. She could only wipe the table fiercely to hide her anger.
When it was time for dinner, Old Lady Song rarely asked the third wife to go to the main house for dinner.
Song Ci, the third son of the Song family, and Qiao Xianglan were all bewildered. They came to the main room and saw that everyone was in high spirits. Old Mrs. Song was sitting right at the top, with Song Rouxi beside her. She held Song Rouxi's hand and called her "my darling."
As soon as Song Ci came in, she felt disgusted and got goosebumps all over her body.
"Rouxi, thanks to you, if it weren't for you, our Song family would not know what to do. I knew you were a very lucky person, and it turns out to be true." The look in Old Mrs. Song's eyes when she looked at Song Rouxi was as satisfied as possible, as if she was admiring a rare treasure.
Song Ying: "Big sister is beautiful and virtuous. It's only a matter of time before the Crown Prince takes a fancy to her."
"What nonsense are you talking about? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just talked to me for a few more words because we share the same interests. How can he be interested in me?"
Song Rouxi's cheeks were flushed, and she was twisting a handkerchief in her hands, looking like a young girl in love.
Song Ci, who had just sat down, narrowed her eyes sharply. "Crown Prince?" One of the reasons she was trying so hard not to stay in the capital was that Song Rouxi and the Crown Prince had met at a flower-viewing banquet under the fireworks at night. The Crown Prince fell in love with her at first sight and treated her like a treasure in his heart.
Now, even without the flower viewing party, the two still got to know each other.
Could it be that everything is predetermined and cannot be changed? What about the fate of their third family?
"Song Ci, what are you thinking about? Big sister allowed us to stay in Beijing. Aren't you happy?" Song Ying looked at Song Ci with a wicked smile and spoke.
Song Ci withdrew his thoughts and said with a smile: "Of course I am happy."
"Then why don't you say anything? I know you're a bit of a taciturn person, but at least you should be a little grateful to your elder sister. You're really uneducated. I don't know how Third Uncle taught you."
Song Rouxi: "Second sister, third sister has been bad at speaking since she was a child. It's probably not intentional. Please don't make things difficult for her."
Song Ying curled her lips. "Embarrassing? How could I dare to embarrass her? She can even take away your favorite bracelet."
Song Rouxi didn't say anything, but just looked at Song Ci silently, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Second sister, you just said that I was uneducated and my father didn't know how to educate me?" Song Ci smiled.
"So what if I said it." Seeing that no one stood up to accuse her, Song Ying straightened her chest.
"My father has been traveling all year round. Everything you eat and use, including the house you live in now, was earned by my father by staying away from home. Since you think I am uneducated, then let my father stay in Beijing. He won't have to go out to do business in the future, and I will naturally become educated."
"You!" Song Ying's face flushed. "I just said something, why did you bring up the fact that Third Uncle is out making money? If he doesn't make money, how will we eat and use it? He's not like my uncle and my father who can go to school."
"So, you also know that every stitch and thread was earned by my father? And you're still speaking so impudently. I thought you should have at least some gratitude towards the people who provide you with food and clothing."
Song Ci quickly returned the familiar lines to Song Ying, making her so angry that she felt like vomiting blood.
"Song Ying, shut up."
"Dad!" Song Ying looked at her father in disbelief.
Although she is not as favored as Song Rouxi in the Song family, her status is far higher than that bitch Song Ci. Today, her father actually scolded her for her!
"Dad, since my second sister said so, you should stay at home from now on, so that others won't say that I'm uneducated."
Song Ci looked at Song Lao San aggrievedly.
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