The Crown Prince's wife used all her strength this time, and even Mrs. Wang Wu and others who were still far away could hear the crisp sound of the slap. Mr. Wang Wu's heart skipped a beat, and when he saw a slap mark on Song Heng's face, he quickly pulled Mrs. Wang Wu's sleeve and winked at her.
Mrs. Wang Wu ignored her husband's words. She turned around and gave him a displeased look, sneering and whispering, "Well done! It should have been done a long time ago. That bastard, if it weren't for him, how could Eleven become like this?!"
Speaking of her younger brother, Mrs. Wang Wu's eyes instantly turned red again. She felt pain and sorrow in her heart and felt uncomfortable all over.
Master Wang Wu sighed and looked at his wife helplessly.
To be fair, the Song family always said that Song Heng was bad, but in fact Song Heng had never done anything to the Song family. As for Song Xiangyu's preference for Song Heng, he felt that this preference made sense - they were both Song Xiangyu's sons, but the eldest master was addicted to alcohol and sex. He was clearly in his twenties, but he was fat and big-eared, and looked no different from others in their thirties or forties.
Song Shiyi is the same, doing nothing all day long.
Among so many brothers-in-law, Mr. Wang Wu likes Song Heng the most - sometimes, not causing trouble to others is a great benefit, especially since Song Heng, although a playboy, has been rising rapidly in the official career.
He frowned, and heard the Crown Prince's wife grabbing Song Heng's clothes and cursing at the top of her lungs.
All kinds of unpleasant words came out: "You lowly bastard! Dirty urine-bag seed! If I hadn't been soft-hearted and kept you at home, with your lowly mother's identity, would you have been able to enter the Song family? Can you be your young master in the Song family safely!?"
Resentment can completely change a person.
The Crown Prince's wife, who had always been graceful and dignified, had completely lost her former arrogance and said all kinds of unpleasant things. On the one hand, she accused Song Xiangyu of being absurd and the Song family of being a peacemaker, and on the other hand, she scolded Song Heng for being shameless and born lowly.
There was no expression on Song Heng's handsome face, except for his pair of dark and bright eyes which were fixed on the Crown Prince's wife.
Anyone could see the huge storm in his eyes.
"Enough!" Song Xiangyu stepped forward and rescued Song Heng from her entanglement. He looked coldly at the crying wife of the prince: "Things haven't been figured out yet, and you are so desperate. Where is the demeanor of a noble man that you usually boast about? "
He was really angry. In the past, the Crown Prince's wife was mean, but she was mean in secret. No matter what, she still left some dignity for everyone. But now, the Crown Prince's wife really didn't even want to keep this little fig leaf.
He looked at Song Heng with some heartache.
All the grievances and pains of the Crown Prince's wife were aroused by his glance. She didn't care about anything, not even her son lying on the bed. She shouted at Song Xiangyu with all her might: "How dare you talk to me about manners and complain about me?! If you hadn't confused the legitimate and illegitimate children and promoted this beast to lawlessness, how could I have become the laughing stock of the entire capital, and how could Eleven be lying in bed?!"
Thinking of what Sun Yuanpan said just now, the wife of the prince could not help but burst into grief. Tears fell heavily, and she grabbed Song Heng and tore him, "You bastard, if it weren't for you, how could my Zhiyuan be like this? If anything really happens to him, I will kill you!"
All the servants wished they were blind and deaf, and hurriedly lowered their heads and held their breath, pretending that they heard nothing.
The Crown Prince's wife was throwing a tantrum, crying and making a fuss, and the Sixth Young Master was slapped. No matter what happened, it would not be a good thing if the servants saw it.
Song Heng didn't say anything. He has always been indifferent to his servants.
But the Crown Prince's wife values her reputation the most. When she comes to her senses, the first thing she will do is to send anyone who has seen her like this as far away as possible.
Song Xiangyu frowned and looked at the Crown Prince's wife solemnly for a while, then suddenly pulled the Crown Prince's wife and shouted coldly: "Enough!"
At home, Song Xiangyu rarely gets angry. Most of the time, he is a taciturn person. The more such a person is, the more terrifying he is when he gets really angry.
Mrs. Wang Wu, who was about to add fuel to the fire, was stunned. Her heart beat rapidly. She looked at her father and then at her mother. Finally, she pursed her lips, walked forward and called her mother softly, then shook her head at the Crown Prince's wife, signaling her not to anger Song Xiangyu.
The Crown Prince's wife's eyes were red as she looked at Song Heng in front of her with red eyes, as if she wanted to eat Song Heng alive.
Song Xiangyu just felt extremely tired and looked at her with a frown: "How is Eleven?"
Speaking of her son, the wife's throat suddenly became choked, and she choked with sobs and mocked: "What can we do?! Court Judge Sun..." She sobbed, covering her face with her sleeves and completely losing her composure: "Court Judge Sun said that Eleven may not make it, so let's prepare for the funeral first..."
Song Heng immediately raised his head and turned to look at her.
Song Xiangyu was also shocked. He didn't expect it to be this serious. He strode with Song Heng into the house and asked, "Where is Judge Sun? Has Doctor Hu arrived?"
Master Wang Wu breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to explain: "President Sun just went to write a prescription. Doctor Hu hasn't come yet. He said he went to Princess Mingchang's mansion. Our family has sent someone to invite him. It's almost time for him to come."
Song Xiangyu had already stepped over the threshold and took a few steps to his son's bed. He saw Song Zhiyuan, whose face had turned slightly blue and whose lips were black, lying on the bed dying. A maid was kneeling on the side of the bed holding a spittoon, which smelled bloody.
His expression became serious.
Song Heng also had an unpleasant expression on his face. He took a few steps forward to look at the spittoon. Just as he was about to speak, the Crown Prince's wife had already begun to scold the servants: "Why don't you take it down and change it? If he sees it later, won't he be even more scared?!"
The little girl hurriedly held the spittoon and carefully retreated. Immediately, a senior maid opened the incense burner and sprinkled a handful of lily incense into it to suppress the bloody smell.
Song Xiangyu sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to touch Song Zhiyuan's hair, and sighed with a gloomy look in his eyes.
The Crown Prince's wife looked on coldly, her heart filled with hatred, and she thought his behavior was ridiculous.
At this time, Dean Sun came in. When Song Xiangyu saw it was him, he asked, "Old Sun, what's going on? You are the Dean of the Imperial Hospital, and your medical skills are top-notch in the Great Zhou. Don't you have any solution?!"