After sending the purple jade Guanyin to the Minister's residence, Song Lin waited at home with great anticipation for news.
"I wonder what official position Minister Pan will assign you," Gu Yurong said. "Ideally, it should be one that completely overshadows Xingzhiyuan, so that when Song Yu sees you in the future, he will respectfully bow and greet my son."
"Mother, rest assured, with Minister Pan's involvement, how could it be some insignificant official?" Song Lin took a sip of tea, completely confident.
Gu Yurong smiled happily: "That's great! Once you take office, you'll have a high-ranking position and a generous salary, and you'll be able to earn back this money in no time!"
"Not only money, but also power, I want to hold them firmly in my hands!"
Song Lin put down his teacup and gave instructions.
"By the way, Mother, tell Uncle to send that itinerant doctor away and make him leave the capital as soon as possible."
"Then have your uncle hide in the capital and slowly accumulate some private property. Don't be impatient."
With everything still uncertain, we absolutely cannot let Song Ziyu discover Bi Yuan's relationship with them.
"Don't worry, he's been around the streets for many years. If he wants to hide his tracks, no one can find him easily."
Gu Yurong waved her round fan and glanced sideways at the bronze mirror on the table.
When she first married into the General's Mansion, she was delicate and beautiful, and was pampered by Song Ziyu. She was a noble and dignified mistress of the General's Mansion.
But who would have thought that after Jiang Wan returned to the manor, she suffered repeated setbacks and lost control of everything she had.
On the day the entire Gu family was imprisoned, she sat alone by the bed and wept all night, feeling as if she were about to vomit blood from her heart.
Later, the Shenxingsi was tortured by hard labor for a month, and even with careful maintenance, he could not hide his tired and haggard appearance.
Women are like flowers; they need nourishment to sway gracefully.
That day, she saw Jiang Wan with her hair as black as clouds, shining like black jade, and her eyes clear and bright, like peach blossoms blooming in full glory on a branch.
She was exhausted, her eyes had lost their sparkle, and she was no longer the radiant woman she once was.
Gu Yurong's eyes darkened, and she threw the gold hairpin in her hair to the ground, her eyes filled with deep hatred.
"Ever since Jiang Wan was promoted to the rank of second-grade noblewoman, she has been quite smug."
"What goes around comes around, and it's finally our time to shine."
She couldn't wait to trample Jiang Wan underfoot to soothe the hatred in her heart.
The summer sun is blazing, and cicadas are buzzing all day.
A few days ago, Song Yu wrote to the Ministry of War requesting a batch of weapons to equip the Song family army.
His suggestion was quickly approved by Emperor Jingyuan. However, just a few days after the weapons arrived at the camp, the bandits on the outskirts of the capital disappeared without a trace.
As if overnight, they all vanished.
However, there was no reason for the Ministry of War to take back the supplies it had issued. The Song family army received a batch of military supplies and weapons for free, and they trained even harder.
That day, Jiang Wan sent a letter to the Ji residence.
My cousin Ji Huaichuan was sent out of Beijing before the Lunar New Year, and he should be back soon. When the Donglai people attack Beijing, the patrol battalion will also be mobilized, and as the head of the patrol battalion, my cousin will definitely be the first to be hit.
She wanted to give her uncle and aunt a heads-up.
The beaded curtain was lifted, and Biluo walked in: "The things that Madam asked Shixu to find have made progress. They are being transported to the capital by fast horse and should arrive in about three to five days."
No rush.
Jiang Wan calculated the days and then asked.
"How's the tiger tally matter going?"
“It should be soon,” Biluo said. “Master Ban of Linglong Pavilion is most skilled in ingenuity, so he should be able to finish it in the next couple of days.”
Jiang Wan nodded.
With the day of returning the tiger tally fast approaching, Song Ziyu would likely become anxious if there were any delays.
Song Ziyu was indeed very anxious.
That day, he was inquiring about Mr. Qingwu everywhere, wanting to meet him in person to discuss the purchase of the Purple Jade Guanyin.
After running around for half a day without finding any trace of Qingwu, he suddenly bumped into Steward Zhao on his way back to the manor. Steward Zhao was carrying a letter and walking towards the inner courtyard.
Song Ziyu hadn't paid any attention at first, but Butler Zhao happened to be facing the envelope towards him, and he immediately noticed the vermilion seal.
That's the official seal.
This letter, issued by the Ministry of Personnel, is a letter of appointment for appointing officials.
Song Ziyu immediately stopped Zhao, the steward.
"General, these were delivered by several officers just now, specifically for Young Master Lin."
The envelope also clearly bore Song Lin's name.
Song Ziyu frowned.
Could it be that the Ministry of Personnel arranged an official position for Song Lin?
That's impossible. How could he be completely unaware of something so big...?
With doubts in his heart, he followed Steward Zhao to the main courtyard.
They went straight into the main room, where Song Lin was writing, while Gu Yurong was leisurely drinking tea.
Upon hearing that the messenger had delivered a letter, Song Lin's face immediately became excited.
But then he saw Song Ziyu standing to the side with a frown, and his heart sank, realizing something was wrong.
He originally planned to wait until he was settled in his official position before slowly finding a reason to explain to Song Ziyu, but unexpectedly, they ran into each other right at the gate of the mansion.
Gu Yurong could only force a smile: "Ayu, Lin'er doesn't want to waste his days. He wants to get an official position in the court so that he can contribute to the family in the future."
"You found out too?" Song Ziyu looked displeased. "Why didn't you tell me about something this big beforehand?"
Song Lin was terrified, fearing that the official position that Minister Pan had arranged for him was too high and too good, which would arouse Song Ziyu's suspicion.
But after Song Ziyu scolded him a couple of times, he showed no intention of leaving. Song Lin had no choice but to open the envelope in front of him.
The letter contained only a few words.
Song Lin was stunned, his face as if struck by lightning.
"What's wrong?"
Song Ziyu took the letter, glanced at it briefly, and said in a deep voice: "Supervisor of the Military Equipment Bureau and the Crossbow Workshop, a lower eighth-rank official."
Before he could even offer his opinion, Gu Yurong screamed, "What?"
She snatched the letter, stared at the words in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Eighth rank, lower? How is that possible!"
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