Young Master Song felt guilty, so he took a big gulp of wine. Then he felt his throat was a little hot and he coughed a few times out of discomfort. He kept talking to Xu Ying about how difficult his life was.
He is the eldest grandson of the Song family, but the title of eldest grandson did not bring him the glory he deserved.
On the contrary, whether it was the grandfather or the father, they were more concerned about the little boy Song Heng, whose mother was unknown.
Everything he did since he was a child was wrong.
His younger siblings didn't like Song Heng, and he just watched coldly. His father scolded him and said he didn't act like an eldest brother.
He stopped his brothers and sisters from dealing with Song Heng, and his mother hugged him and cried about her grievances.
He was torn between his parents, from being confused and angry at the beginning, to gradually becoming numb, and finally to being able to remain indifferent to their quarrels.
When his mother was making the most noise, he could even look at her with his eyes open, and then he was lost in thought, thinking that it would be great if his mother could really divorce him as she said so confidently.
Perhaps this is a relief for both her and her father.
But after crying and making a fuss, the mother would always make an excuse and run to the father to beg him to reconcile for them.
This kind of drama kept happening over and over again in his life, and he was really fed up with it.
Xu Ying patted her friend's shoulder leisurely across the table and said, "Even if there is no antidote, it's good enough."
Song Zhibin raised his head suddenly and looked at him with bloodshot eyes: "What did you say?"
"What's the hurry?" Xu Ying was not afraid of his anger at all. She sat with her arms folded, looking at his red face coldly, and said slowly: "If Song Zhiyuan is rescued, your mother may not necessarily fight with your father. At that time, won't the quarrel be no different from before? You have to think seriously, can you compare with Song Heng?"
Song Heng, when Song Zhibin heard this name, his eyes suddenly changed, as if his heart was pinched by an invisible big hand. He subconsciously clenched the cup in his hand and remained silent for a long time.
Xu Ying was very satisfied with his reaction. She poured herself a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Song Zhibin, and then said, "How glorious is Song Heng now? Although the old man is quiet, he is very smart. Otherwise, why didn't he care about your father when your family was in such a turmoil? Not to mention your father. In his heart, you are indeed the eldest son and grandson, but he must value Song Heng more. What's more, Song Heng is so outstanding that even the emperor thinks highly of him. I heard that he will be promoted to the commander of the Jinyiwei soon."
After hearing the news, Song Zhibin finally couldn't help but drink the wine in the glass, and then threw the quilt to the ground with a crisp sound. He stared at Xu Ying, who still had a faint smile on his face, with an almost cold look, and asked him: "Where did you get the news?"
"Need I say this? You can find out if you ask around. Nowadays, the Jinyiwei has no governor, only a commander who has the final say. But who was the original commander? It was Lai Weiqi! How could he be a match for Song Heng? At most, after a while, you will see that he will be squeezed out by Song Heng. That's what my father said."
If even Duke Cheng said so, then the news must be 90 percent certain.
That bastard!
Song Zhibin felt like there was something stuck in his throat and even felt a little nauseous.
Why did Song Heng get these
All the guilt I had been feeling towards my brother disappeared in an instant.
Just as Xu Ying said, if Song Heng gained power, it would be even more unfortunate for the Crown Prince's wife and people like them in the future - they had never been nice to Song Heng, so would he let them go now that he was in power
Even if he could let it go, he would not give his things to others!
Seeing Song Zhibin's change, Xu Ying reached out and pushed him, saying casually, "Okay, don't be so listless. Think about it, this has nothing to do with you. It's just that your brother is young and doesn't learn well. Besides, isn't this all Song Heng's fault? You have no choice. Think positively."
Song Zhibin didn't say anything, but he was still encouraging himself in his heart.
Yes, all of this was forced by Song Heng.
If he doesn't fight back, does that mean he will give up everything
Eleven is not a child anymore. Even if he knew all this, he should understand himself. Besides, doesn't Eleven say every day that he hates Song Heng
Thinking of this, he finally felt much better. He cleared his dry throat and looked up at Xu Ying: "What about after that? What should I do next?"
Xu Ying whistled nonchalantly and looked at him with a smile: "Brother, what a stupid question you are asking! Of course you should go back to accompany your mother and protect your brother. They have suffered such a great injustice, and your brother is almost dead. How can you, as a brother, not be there?"
With a smile, Xu Ying looked at Song Zhibin who seemed to be thinking about something, and continued to persuade him: "This is a good opportunity! Song Heng killed your brother, and your mother must be eager to find Song Heng and kill him. Even your grandfather and father who have always been biased cannot say that you have done something wrong at this time. You should take this opportunity to stand up and get what you deserve. Otherwise, what are you waiting for?"
It was almost Qingming Festival and the weather was getting hotter. At this moment, Song Zhibin's back was already soaked with sweat, but he didn't care about that. He sat there with a gloomy face for a while, then he suddenly pushed away the wine and food, stood up, looked at Xu Ying for a long time, and then ran away.
Xu Ying let out a click of her tongue and leisurely watched from the window as Song Zhibin rode away on the horse led by the waiter, a smile of control on her face.
After lingering for a while, he let the servant in to pack his things, sang a little song, and got on the carriage to go home.
The Mansion of Duke Chengguo was not far from the Mansion of the Earl of Yongding. When he passed by the gate of the Mansion, he deliberately lifted the curtain to take a look. Beyond the two mighty and ferocious stone lions at the gate, he seemed to be able to see the Song family which was now in chaos inside.
Contentedly lowering the curtain, he closed his eyes until a cautious reminder came from outside. He then opened his eyes, lifted the curtain, jumped off the carriage, and asked casually, "Have you fed the whirlwind?"
Tornado was his mount, a gift from Duke Cheng. It had always been his treasure, and everyone under him knew that it could not be neglected. When they heard him ask, they hurriedly replied, "It has been fed. I also took it for a spin around the martial arts arena as you instructed. Now that the sun is getting higher, I am afraid it will get too hot, so I took it back to rest."