Mrs. Wang Wu glanced at Song Heng with a complicated look. Seeing that Song Heng happened to be looking at her, she endured it and forced a slightly forced smile.
She has disliked Song Heng for more than ten years, and it is not easy to change her mind.
Besides, when she was young, she often used her sister's identity to make trouble for Song Heng. How could it be so easy to improve the relationship? But her mother was about to leave, and she didn't want to make her mother worry.
Song Che had a calm attitude, the second branch was decent, and Song Xiangyu had no resentment and was willing to retreat. The meal was unusually peaceful and harmonious, so much so that even Song Che felt a little uncomfortable.
After the meal was over, he sent everyone away, leaving Song Heng alone, and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you not used to it for a while?"
Before Song Heng could say anything, Taoist Qingyuan, who was hanging on the tree, laughed and said, "Life is full of ups and downs. Only by looking at it lightly can we get through it."
Song Che glared at him and asked Song Heng to sit down at the stone table. Seeing that Taoist Qingyuan also jumped down and sat down, he said, "Your father won't be gone for too long. Don't worry. Everything has been arranged. They won't be in any danger."
The scent of gardenias wafted in the evening breeze, and occasionally there were jumping fireflies. Song Heng was slightly absent-minded, and only came back to his senses when Taoist Qingyuan spoke. After listening carefully for a while, he suddenly said, "If everything goes well, how can the Song family explain to His Majesty that they have brought me back for so many years?"
They raised him as their son for so many years, and said that the Song family was loyal to the emperor, so why didn't they explain his background clearly to the emperor from the beginning
Some things cannot stand speculation.
If you are not careful, great achievements will turn into disasters.
Just like this time when Xu Ying and Xu Rui tried every means to verify his identity, they knew that once it was proved that he was the son of the former crown prince, the Song family would never be able to escape the crime of deceiving the emperor.
Seeing that Song Che did not speak, Song Heng said in a deep voice: "You and your father both have military power, relying on the favor of the emperor. But if my life experience is exposed, even if my father's injustice is cleared in advance, you may not be able to escape unscathed."
How can one guess accurately the emperor's mind
Perhaps he really felt guilty towards the late crown prince, but once the late crown prince's grievances were brought up again, was that really what he wanted to see? As the grandson of the emperor, how would he cope with himself when he already had Prince Zhuang and the fifth and even the sixth and ninth princes? Even if he could clear his name at that time
In the past, Song Heng thought it unnecessary to mention it.
But now, Song Xiangyu was about to leave, and he suddenly wanted to ask a question in the middle of the night.
What other sacrifices will the Song family have to make
Is he really worthy of the Song family's efforts
"Ah Heng!" Song Che frowned, and saw Song Heng suddenly stand up, turn around and walk out. He couldn't help but sigh: "This child has been taught to be too sentimental."
He actually knows everything.
Taoist Qingyuan's expression also became solemn. He retracted his gaze, flicked his fingers to extinguish the Qisifeng lamp above his head, and then whispered: "He is sentimental, but also smart. Let him think about it himself, he will figure it out."
His background has determined the path he will take.
Even if he would lose a lot of things along the way, that was the price he had to pay to take the position that should have belonged to him.
Song Heng walked along the eaves of the houses in this area, walking aimlessly for a long time. He then stopped in silence at the door of the Yongding Marquis' Mansion, and jumped in with a complicated look.
Su Yao's residence was in the courtyard of Old Lady Su's Kangping Garden. Song Heng quickly found the place with his good memory. The guards of the Yongding Marquis's Mansion, who had long been lazy, were no match for him. He could even see the lit lanterns in Su Yao's yard without disturbing anyone.
Su Yao was indeed meeting someone at this time. It was a hot summer night, and she was enjoying the breeze in the yard. She listened carefully to Yan Cao's words, and then she put her fingers on the stone table for a long time. She asked in a deep voice: "So, Mother Wen went out to meet her husband?"
Yancao poured her some cold tea and replied, "That's what Uncle Jian said. Mother Wen left this afternoon. She said she was going to meet a relative from her hometown, but she ended up meeting her husband."
He Jian is the elder in the family and he is always very calm and meticulous. Since he said so, then this matter is a done deal.
But the problem is that Mother Wen's husband followed the second master to Fujian to take up his post.
If he came back, there must be a reason. At the very least, as a servant, he should have come to the mansion to inform and greet his master. But in fact, he didn't do that at all. Not only that, no one in the mansion knew that someone from the second house had returned.
Isn’t this too weird
The secret that the second house has been hiding these days must be related to Mother Wen's husband.
She pondered for a moment and quickly made up her mind: "Tell Uncle Jian to continue following them and don't alarm them. If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid there will be something even stranger in this matter."
Yan Cao was already a little frightened. She patted her chest and said, "I really don't know what the Second House is doing. They are so secretive. The Second Madam even forced the Sixth Miss to commit suicide. What exactly do they want to do?"
Yes, what can you do without caring about your daughter's life
Su Yao smiled slightly, but there was a frost in his eyes.
It was getting late, Yan Cao advised her to go back and rest. Su Yao had just stood up when suddenly a stone fell from the sky and hit her.
She turned her head and saw Song Heng standing on the courtyard wall not far away.
He was still wearing his flying fish suit today. If you weren't careful, you'd be scared to death by him if you turned your head.
In fact, Yancao was already very frightened and almost screamed. She managed to hold it back and called out to Su Yao in fear: "Girl..."
Su Yao raised his hand and whispered, "It's okay, it's Mr. Song, go and prepare a pot of tea."
Song Heng came here so late, there must be something wrong.
Yan Cao quickly came to her senses and hurriedly turned around to do her business. Song Heng had already landed on the ground with the wind, and stood in front of Su Yao and laughed: "You are really brave."
"No way." Su invited him to sit down, and seeing that he looked gloomy, he took the initiative to ask: "What happened?"
Song Heng looked at the golden pheasant in her yard, which was still very energetic at this late hour. His expression was hard to describe for a moment. After a long time, he pulled the corners of his mouth in self-mockery: "Nothing happened. If something happened to me, I would not have the chance to stand here again."
If anything happens to him, it will mean a bloody storm in the capital.