Chapter 91 Take back the family property and kick out the scumbag!
Probably because he was anxious, the slap he gave was not light.
Song Qingde was caught off guard and was slapped by him, stumbling back and falling to the ground.
He widened his eyes and looked at Song Ziwen in extreme astonishment. It was obvious that he had never imagined that his eldest son, whom he valued the most, would actually hit him!
"Ziwen, you, you are possessed by evil spirits, you actually attacked me—"
“Bang!”
Before he could finish his sentence, Song Ziwen shook his sleeves and slapped him again.
Seeing this, Xiao Huaiyu couldn't help but shake the folding fan in his hand and leaned on the railing in amazement.
"Wow, it's like a flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, family members are fighting each other... Old Song, your son is so disobedient and unfilial, why don't you fight back and teach him a lesson?"
Song Qingde puffed out his red and swollen cheeks, and was so angry that he was stunned.
He would rather believe that T.V. Soong was insane than accept that he was doing this to him for money.
But soon, his last remaining illusion was shattered.
Jiang Wanning casually took out a prescription from the brocade box, raised his hand and shook it in front of Song Ziwen, then took it back before he could reach out to grab it.
He sneered.
"The recipe is right here. It's up to you whether you really want it or not."
She had heard the news two days ago that without Song Zhizhi's support, Song Ziwen had lost a lot of money in his business.
In order to make up for the loss, he was lured to a gambling house, hoping to make a small fortune.
As a result, he got deeper and deeper into gambling and became addicted to it. In one night, he owed a huge gambling debt. Now he was being pressed for debt by a group of desperate thugs hired by the gambling house, who threatened to chop off his hands and feet.
How could he not be anxious?
With great benefits at hand, let alone asking him to slap Song Qingde a few times, he would even strangle his father to death in the middle of the night!
"Father, I am unfilial. Please don't blame me..."
Seeing Song Ziwen's fierce eyes staring at him as if possessed, Song Qingde couldn't help but feel a chill on his back and subconsciously dodged backwards.
"Ziwen...what are you doing?! Don't come over here! This is all a trick by that evil woman Jiang. You can't believe her..."
However, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Song Ziwen only wants to get the prescription and has no time to care about fatherly love and filial piety.
He closed his eyes and then grabbed Song Qingde's collar.
"Father, I'm sorry... I can't control my hand!"
"Ziwen... Ugh! Ugh!"
Seeing Song Qingde being covered with his mouth and beaten to the ground, Xiao Huaiyu raised his hand to block Song Zhizhi's view, probably because he was afraid that the scene would be too brutal.
Said softly.
"It's better not to watch this dog-eat-dog drama."
Jiang Wanning took two steps closer and handed the brocade box containing the prescription to Song Zhizhi, "You give it to them."
Song Zhizhi took the brocade box and clenched her fingers.
Then he threw it hard, hitting the father and son!
"Song Qingde, this is the reward for secretly giving birth to a son without my mother's knowledge! Enjoy it!"
T.V. Soong hurried to grab the brocade box.
He knelt on the ground, holding the prescription tightly in his hands, his knuckles covered in blood.
"Secret recipe, secret recipe... Haha! I have a secret recipe too... It's a quick brew for strong liquor, and one pound of grain can make three ounces of liquor... I'm going to be rich! I'm finally going to be rich!"
Looking at Song Ziwen's ecstatic expression, Jiang Wanning couldn't help but shook his head.
He is eager for quick success and instant benefits, arrogant and ignorant, and greedy by nature.
Each one of them is a taboo in doing business, but Song Ziwen encountered every one of them.
It seems that within a year or two, the Song family's reputation will collapse, and by then Zhizhi will be able to buy back all of the Song family's assets at a low price.
It can be regarded as taking back all of her mother's dowry, so that the Song family will not take over the nest!
…
When we returned to the mansion, it was already late.
Song Zhizhi had all the silver and money carried out and placed in the house, and counted them three times.
Jiang Wanning sat aside drinking tea, and only asked after she finished counting.
"How much more is left?"
Song Zhizhi frowned slightly. Seeing that the final hour was approaching, she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
"I've gathered all the silver I could, plus the 65,000 taels I got from the secret recipe auction at Wanbaozhai today... the total is 197,000 taels, and I'm still a little over 3,000 taels short."
Jiang Wanning nodded slightly, quite satisfied with the results of the auction.
"Three thousand taels short is not too much."
Song Zhizhi took the plate of pastries handed to her by Chunhua and ate several pieces of osmanthus cake in a row before she calmed down a little.
"Three thousand taels isn't much, but at this moment, even one tael can stump a hero... Since His Majesty has asked for two hundred thousand taels, I see his arrogance and he won't give me even a single penny!
Alas, when will the eldest princess ascend the throne? "
She felt that she was a talented and well-off woman, and she also had a wise mother-in-law who supported her from behind.
But even so, it was so difficult for her to ask for a divorce letter and unilaterally "divorce" Shen Yu'an!
Not to mention those women whose situations are even worse than hers.
If the eldest princess ascends the throne, even if women cannot have three husbands and four concubines like men, at least they can suffer less bullying from their husbands!
Just as I was feeling secretly indignant, I heard Jiang Wanning say with a smile.
"You just mentioned the Princess, and here she is... Looks like she's here to give you some money!"
Hearing this, Song Zhizhi couldn't help but raise her head and looked out the window following her mother-in-law's gaze.
Sure enough, I saw the eldest princess and Xing'er walking towards this side.
After a while, the two of them entered the house.
Song Zhizhi immediately stood up and went forward to greet him.
"Princess, what are you doing..."
Murong Qing first turned around and instructed Xing'er to put the box in his hand on the table, and then opened it and presented it to Song Zhizhi.
asked.
"When I entered the mansion just now, Baojuan told me that you were still short of money... I wonder if this is enough. Can you take a look?"
I saw a box full of banknotes, some small and some large.
Song Zhizhi picked it up and took a look at it, and was a little surprised.
She just did a rough calculation and didn't need to count carefully.
You can also estimate a rough number.
"Over eight thousand taels?! Princess...why are you giving me so much silver all of a sudden?"
Murong Qing was still more concerned about the question just now.
"So, with these eight thousand taels, can you collect two hundred thousand?"
Song Zhizhi nodded repeatedly, like pounding garlic.
"Enough, enough! This is already too much..."
The surprise came so quickly that she was a little slow to react.
After hearing her say this, Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief and explained with a smile.
"Actually, I don't know if you're short of money, I'm afraid you're still short of some. Seeing that the seven-day deadline set by my royal brother is approaching, I'll get it for you first!
These eight thousand taels of silver notes were not all paid by me.
Most of them were given to me secretly by the ladies and daughters of noble families, asking me to give them to you.
They are reluctant to express their opinions openly, but privately, they all think you are very brave and want to help you, so they took out their own pocket money and put together this box.
Oh, and Xing'er also added some money..."
On the edge.
Xing'er blushed when she heard this and whispered.
"Your Highness, I added the least... You don't have to mention it specifically."
It's quite embarrassing.
Jiang Wanning came over and joked.
"Our Xing'er is now the head maid of the princess's mansion. She might even become a female official in the future. Of course, she should be praised for her kindness!"
"Thank you, Madam."
Xing'er immediately bowed to her.
He turned around and bowed to Song Zhizhi, then spoke.
"Second Young Master's Madam, once the money is gathered, you will definitely be able to obtain the imperial edict!"
Song Zhizhi's eyes turned red and she suddenly felt like crying.
She thought she was like a moth flying into a flame, risking everything on one throw, relying solely on her courage to fight for her own dignity.
But she didn't expect that there were so many people supporting and encouraging her behind the scenes.
Even though the amount of money each of them took out might not be much, when gathered in this small box, it was all her confidence.
"Alright, I will collect the two hundred thousand taels of relief money now. I also ask the Princess to accompany me to the palace and ask His Majesty to fulfill His Majesty's holy words!"
Murong Qing nodded in agreement.
"It's natural."
After a pause, Murong Qing was still a little worried when he recalled the last time the divorce letter was burned.
Then he looked at Jiang Wanning and said.
"How about you come with me, Madam Hou? My brother has been acting strangely lately, and I'm a little uneasy."
Jiang Wanning felt that her patience had run out and she could not accept any complications or surprises.
If the dog emperor didn't issue an order, she would beat him up.
"Okay, let's do it together!"
…
midnight.
Several people entered the palace early, but were told that the emperor was ill and it was uncertain when he would be able to meet them, so they were asked to go back and wait for news.
Jiang Wanning naturally refused to do so. At this point, they had to stay in the palace.
Seeing that he could not persuade them, the eunuchs arranged for them to rest temporarily in a side hall.
Waited all night.
It was almost dawn when the emperor finally arrived.
He looked in good spirits, but his pale face had a strange blush on it, and I didn't know what he was doing so late at night.
However, Jiang Wanning didn't care about these things for a moment. After asking Song Zhizhi to present the silver, he spoke.
"Your Majesty, Zhizhi has already collected two hundred thousand taels of relief funds. Can you issue an imperial decree?"
The emperor sat at the desk.
He picked up the ink-dipped brush and paused for a moment.
I couldn't help but look up and asked back.
"Are you really going to write a divorce letter?!"
The three women, who had waited all night and whose eyes were red, looked at him in unison: "Write!"
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