The sky was bright and the wind from outside blew in through the window, causing the lake green curtains embroidered with auspicious clouds on Song Zhiyuan's bed to flutter slightly. That breeze was like an ant, drilling into Song Zhibin's heart, making him shiver uncontrollably.
You could hear a pin drop in the room.
Song Heng took a few steps, looked at the bed along with his hand, and asked him calmly, "Brother, what were you doing just now?"
Song Zhibin came back to his senses and took a step back. His face showed pain and fear, as well as panic and struggle after being discovered. He didn't know what he felt in his heart. He took two steps back and stood in front of the bed. He pursed his lips coldly, looking like he was keeping people away from him. "Nothing, I'm talking to Eleven. What are you doing hiding behind the screen?!"
He was clearly a coward. Song Heng stared at him carefully until his scalp was numb. Then he said softly, "Brother, you once said that you hated me because I was not your brother and was not worthy of being your brother. What about Eleven?"
He looked at Song Zhibin and sighed: "He is your biological brother from the same mother."
I don’t know why, but Song Heng’s tone, which was full of pity and as if he knew everything, was like a needle that pierced Song Zhibin’s heart.
He almost wanted to sneer silently.
What qualifications does Song Heng have to question him
He is the legitimate eldest son of this mansion. No matter what the reason is, he should be the most honorable person in this mansion, but all his limelight has been snatched away by Song Heng.
His father almost looked at him like the ball of his eye!
What will happen next
When Song Heng grows up, there will be no place for him in this mansion. As the eldest son, does he have to be servile and look down upon Song Heng for food and live under his thumb? !
If Song Heng wasn't around, he would also be happy to be a good brother.
I have come to this point today because of Song Heng's pressure.
He looked at Song Heng warily and sneered, "I don't understand what you said. I just came to see Eleven." He stared at Song Heng, thinking of a countermeasure quickly in his mind, and began to accuse Song Heng, "What are you doing hiding here? It's not enough to harm Eleven like this, do you want to harm Eleven?!"
Song Heng's eyes gradually became sharper: "Who is the one who is harming Eleven? Isn't he defeated right in front of us? Big brother, you are really good at turning the tables."
Since the relationship had already been torn apart, Song Zhibin took a deep breath, looked at Song Heng viciously, and suddenly sneered: "Who is blaming me? Eleven was imprisoned by you, and the accident happened in your place. Whatever happened to him, it was all your fault!"
Song Heng looked at him, his eyes gradually getting colder: "Brother, I respect you because you are older than me and the eldest brother in the family, so I will ask you again, why did you do this about Eleven?"
As if stimulated by this sentence, Song Zhibin just felt it was extremely ridiculous. He sneered and didn't care about reason at this moment. He immediately curled his lips in disgust: "Don't call me big brother! I don't have a brother like you with unknown origins! You are just a bastard, relying on your somewhat pretty mother to be willing to be lowly..."
These words were extremely sarcastic and should never be spoken by a young man raised in a marquis's mansion. They were totally unbecoming. Song Heng's face became increasingly worse and his body moved slightly.
But before he could move, someone was faster than him. He leaped forward a few steps and kicked Song Zhibin to the ground.
Song Zhibin was stunned by the kick and was about to change his expression on the spot, but when he raised his head and saw the person who did it, his anger turned into panic. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and he shouted, "Father!"
Why is Song Xiangyu here
He clearly hid outside and made sure his father and mother were gone before he chose the right moment to come in.
Could it be that...
He suddenly looked at Song Heng, as if he had realized something - no wonder Song Heng came out from behind the screen just now, Song Heng had been waiting here for a long time, he did it on purpose, he clearly knew it a long time ago!
Song Zhibin's mind was in a mess. He felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing. His heart was gripped by a huge fear. His lips trembled, and he subconsciously moved back with his hands on the ground, shaking his head in panic: "No, no, no, no, father, it's not me, I didn't! I didn't!"
He choked with sobs and held his head with both hands: "It wasn't me who did it, it was Song Heng!" As if he had found an excuse, he stared at Song Xiangyu tightly: "Father, it was Song Heng who schemed against me! You know, he is a member of the Imperial Guard, and the Imperial Guards all listen to him. He did it on purpose, he planned it all out, and he was specifically planning to frame me..."
Song Xiangyu's face turned pale.
He didn't expect that the man who always talked about the deep brotherhood and claimed that he would kill Song Heng's eldest son to seek justice for Song Shiyi was the real mastermind behind the scenes.
Suddenly, a sense of fatigue came over him, and he felt as if his heart had been hit hard by a punch, making it difficult for him to calm down for a while.
Song Heng lowered his head and said nothing.
This embarrassing and endless silence was suffocating. Song Zhibin was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold. He turned his head and glanced at the bed as if he was possessed by a demon, and then denied loudly: "It's not me! It was never me! I just came to see Shiyi, I just came to see him! You want to frame me again, it's always been like this since I was a child, you just deliberately favor Song Heng, you have been partial to him since you were a child!"
As he spoke, he almost believed it.
Song Xiangyu's throat moved, and he smiled sarcastically. He said "oh" and asked in a deep voice, "Am I biased?"
Having found an outlet to vent his anger, Song Zhibin was finally no longer afraid. He clenched his fists and asked back, "Isn't it?!"
Song Xiangyu pointed at Song Heng and said calmly, "When I took him to take up the post, I said that this child would not get any of the Song family's things when the family was divided, including your mother's dowry and the public property! Your mother refused to believe it, saying that words are not enough. I opened the ancestral hall and signed a document in front of your maternal family and the elders in your family!"
Song Zhibin opened his eyes wide.
Over the years, my mother never said this, nor did she mention this to them...
Song Xiangyu was even more disappointed: "How old was he at that time? Do you remember? He was five years old when he followed me! Don't you know why he left?! He was able to join the Jinyiwei because the old prince appreciated him and because he was able to tie with the martial arts champion at the time in the competition in front of the emperor. Can you?! As a descendant of meritorious service and a family of military commanders, ask yourself, can you pull a bow and arrow?!"
Song Zhibin sneered loudly: "Who will teach me?!"