When this topic was brought up, Su Rong couldn't help but frowning a little tighter. He shook his head and looked at Su Yao: "No, I came here to tell you that I heard the news that the Song family has begun to prepare coffin for Song Zhiyuan."
After Song Heng left, Su Rong sent people to investigate the news. Su Yao knew this. When she heard that the Song family had already started preparing funeral supplies for Song Zhiyuan, she paused and her face became solemn.
So, is Song Zhiyuan really no longer capable
The Song family's attitude towards Song Heng has always been very subtle.
Take Marquis Guangping himself for example, although he was the one who brought Song Heng back home, but over the years, he had actually been just like that towards Song Heng, indifferent and he couldn't say he particularly liked him.
In Su Yao's impression, Marquis Guangping's attitude in his previous life was no different from now.
As for the other members of the Song family, they were either cold or hostile towards Song Heng.
After all, the only person in the Song family who has always been steadfast in his support for Song Heng is Song Xiangyu, the son of Marquis Guangping.
If something happened to Song Zhiyuan now, then Guangping Hou, who had a subtle attitude, and the rest of the Song family, not to mention Song Xiangyu, would be able to maintain such an attitude of support for Song Heng? -----Song Heng was not his child, but Song Zhiyuan was his legitimate son!
Su Yao's silence caught Su Rong's attention, and he let out a long breath: "If Song Zhiyuan is really dead, Song Heng's situation will be worrying."
Even though Song Heng is very powerful now, everyone knows that he is valued by Song Xiangyu and is a favorite of Emperor Yuanfeng. But in fact, all that Song Heng has is like a garden in the sky, and if he is not careful, he may lose everything.
"No matter how much Song Xiangyu dotes on Song Heng and how much affection he has for him, he is still an ordinary person and the future head of the Song family. He must always consider the future of the Song family and cannot ignore the opinions of other members of the Song family." Su Rong said seriously, "This won't work. I'm afraid that group of people are planning to cause internal friction in the Song family. Who knows, maybe someone in the Song family will tell you something?"
The people in the Song family are indeed in disarray now.
After Doctor Hu came out of Song Zhiyuan's room, the Crown Prince's wife, supported by Madam Wang Wu, could not wait to let Doctor Hu sit in the side hall. She immediately asked Doctor Hu with sobs, "How is my son?"
Song Xiangyu had been standing silently by the side, and now he said to Doctor Hu: "Old Hu, just tell me the truth, what happened?"
Doctor Hu was a little embarrassed, but he still coughed and told the truth: "For now, if there is no antidote... ... we can only do our best and leave it to fate."
The meaning of this was self-evident. The Crown Prince's wife finally couldn't bear it anymore. After her stomach churned, she fell into Mrs. Wang Wu's arms.
Mrs. Wang Wu's tears suddenly fell like beads from a broken string. She fumbled with the Crown Prince's wife and started crying.
Doctor Hu had seen many scenes like this, so he sighed and went to treat the Crown Prince's wife.
The wife of the prince took a long time to wake up. After waking up, she refused to take the medicine. She laughed coldly and said to Song Xiangyu: "Don't do these useless things. I know what you are thinking. How can you pay any attention to us in these years? It has come to this. Why are you still pretending? You just want us to die. You can just take the poison and let me eat it. Zhiyuan and I will die together, and you will have peace!"
She was very emotional. Song Xiangyu frowned and said to Doctor Hu, who was at a loss, "Go get the medicine first."
Doctor Hu felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded quickly and slipped away.
The only sounds left in the room were Mrs. Wang Wu's soft sobbing. Song Xiangyu glanced at her and Song Zhibin, who had a gloomy face, and whispered to them to leave.
Mrs. Wang Wu was still hesitant, but Song Zhibin had already pulled her out.
She still struggled a little, and when she got out of the door, she frowned and looked at her brother: "What are you doing? Didn't you see mother's attitude? If..."
"What if?" Song Zhibin said indifferently, "He didn't even care about his own son's life. For Song Heng, does he still care about his mother? Even if my mother doesn't offend him this time, she will offend him in the future. What's there to be shy about?"
Mrs. Wang Wu was speechless. She opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't have time to say anything. Seeing Song Zhibin turned around and was about to leave, she suddenly became impatient: "Where are you going?"
At this time, the house was in a mess, and so was his mother. Only Song Zhibin could help, but he still had to go out.
Song Zhibin didn't even turn his head, but just raised his voice and asked her to go to Song Zhiyuan first to accompany him: "I have to go and prepare, don't let Eleven die with nothing."
These words made Mrs. Wang Wu feel as if needles were stabbing her heart.
She wiped her tears and went to Song Zhiyuan's room.
Song Zhibin came out of the Song family, rode his horse around the city, wandered around aimlessly for a long time, and then casually walked into a restaurant.
After entering the restaurant, his previous dazed look disappeared. He walked a few steps across the hall, went up the stairs, reached the second floor and entered the second private room on the left.
When he entered, there was already someone in the room. Upon seeing him come in, he tutted his lips, poured him a glass of wine and handed it to him: "Why, you look so distraught, is your brother really in trouble?"
Song Zhibin pushed his hand away in annoyance, sat in the armchair and exhaled a foul breath, very annoyed: "What do you think?!" He cursed, then looked up at his friend across from him, feeling uneasy: "Old Xu, I'm a little scared."
Opposite him was Xu Ying from Duke Cheng’s Mansion.
He raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked very nonchalant: "What are you afraid of? You are not really going to kill your brother, he is still alive, right? Your father is extremely partial, if he doesn't use some tricks, how can you have a share of those things in your family? I heard that Marquis Guangping is planning to step down recently and push your father up. Your father, the prince, is going to become Marquis Guangping. Who will be the new prince? Based on your father's attitude, you know it yourself, don't you? Are you willing to accept it?"
Of course I’m not willing to accept that!
Song Zhibin fiercely picked up the cup and took a sip of wine. He had not been eating well in the past few days. After drinking this glass of wine, his stomach suddenly hurt a little, but he didn't care about it. He lowered his voice and said, "But Judge Sun and Doctor Hu both said that there is no antidote for this poison. If there is no antidote... Eleven will..."
Although he hated Song Heng, he didn't want anything to happen to his brother.
Otherwise, he will never be able to live with his conscience.