In fact, Mrs. Wang was being a little too polite.
After all, Song Liu is very famous in the capital. In fact, he has just returned to the capital not long ago. Before the son of Marquis Guangping returned to the capital, he had been leading troops in Yunnan to quell the rebellion. Even when he went to Yunnan to quell the rebellion, he brought Song Heng with him.
The eldest son of Marquis Guangping just returned at the end of last year and was promoted to the Left Commander-in-Chief of the Left Army Commander-in-Chief's Office. Song Heng, who was highly valued by him, naturally became a person that everyone in the capital was paying attention to.
Of course, in addition to his speculated life experience, the reason why everyone is so impressed with Song Heng is because Song Heng is truly a playboy among playboys.
Speaking of lawlessness, there are plenty of lawless second-generation rich people in Beijing, but Song Heng can do things that others cannot do, and anything can be played out in new ways with him.
For example, he just beat the son of the Minister of Personnel so hard that his teeth were all over the floor. His front teeth were really broken.
For example, he burned King Zhuang's favorite painting, saying that it was a fake and King Zhuang did not know its value.
I heard that King Zhuang was furious and went to complain to the emperor.
But the emperor just told him lightly not to bother with a child.
From then on, everyone knew that the emperor was very lenient towards Song Heng. Therefore, everyone in the Wang family was trembling with fear at the arrival of this cousin.
Who would have thought that Song Heng would really get into trouble again.
Look at what he did to Mr. Wei...
Mrs. Wang Fourth frowned, but didn't know what to say. After all, the imperial concubine's family was more important than the emperor's in-laws, so of course the emperor's in-laws were more important to not offend.
What's more, his father commands a large army to protect the capital.
Mr. Wei was extremely angry. He had never suffered such humiliation before, and Song Heng was inexplicably tormenting him, which really made him unbearable. But he was a strategist after all, and he naturally knew the priorities. Therefore, he did not bother with Song Heng and just turned around to leave.
Song Heng was not relenting: "Hey! Where are you from? How can you enter the Wang family's backyard? I hear you speak Wenzhou dialect. You are not from Beijing. What are you doing in someone else's backyard?"
Mr. Wei was very angry. He came here privately and also wanted to meet Mrs. He in private to discuss the affairs of the Pang family. But this time his voice was broken by Song Heng's yelling. If someone guessed his identity, wouldn't it be terrible
The second and fourth wives were obviously helpless against this noble tyrant. Mr. Wei was just thinking about how to get rid of him when he heard a shout from behind: "Song Heng! What are you doing?!"
Song Heng raised his eyebrows.
Mrs. Wang Er and Mrs. Wang Si also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
A beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes came out from the path by the lake, scolded Song Heng, said hello to the second wife, and then said something unknown, and took Song Heng away.
Mrs. He lowered her head, hiding the complicated emotions in her eyes.
Mr. Wei no longer cared to wait for Mrs. He to meet the old lady of the Wang family. He quickly walked towards Mrs. Wang, glanced at Mrs. He, and said in Mandarin: "Mrs. He, there are some things about the second master of your family. I wonder if you are interested in listening to them?"
Here it comes.
Mrs. He calmed down, squeezed Su Yao's hand, and looked at Su Yao strangely.
She always felt that there was something wrong with Su Yao.
Su Yao also came back to his senses, turned his gaze to Mr. Wei, and gently squeezed Mrs. He's hand.
Mrs. He then looked at Mrs. Wang Si: "Who is this?"
Mrs. Wang pursed her lips and lowered her voice: "Madam, to be honest, the person who asked you to come here today is Mr. Wei." She was afraid that Mrs. He would be angry, so she clenched Mrs. He's hand. At this moment, she didn't care that Su Yao was beside her. She hurriedly explained Mr. Wei's identity and said: "Mr. He's affairs are extraordinary. There is a big story behind it. We are all for Mr. He's good. You might as well listen to what Mr. Wei says... Mrs. San doesn't know as much as Mr. Wei about other things..."
Mrs. He seemed a little surprised, but she finally looked at Mr. Wei: "What do you want to talk to us about, sir?"
Mr. Wei patted his sleeves that were covered in mud, made a gesture of invitation, pointed to an octagonal pavilion not far away, and asked Mrs. He to go there for a detailed discussion. He glanced at Su Yao again and coughed at Mrs. Wang, "Please let Mrs. Wang take care of this little girl first..."
"No need." Mrs. He interrupted loudly, shaking her head softly but firmly: "Just tell me what you want to say. I am a sensible granddaughter and will not interrupt you."
Mr. Wei couldn't help but be a little stunned.
After all, in his opinion, Su Yao was just a teenage girl, and there was really no need for her to get involved in these matters, not to mention that getting involved wouldn't make much difference.
But he was anxious to explain things to Mrs. He, and was afraid that Song Heng would come looking for him again, so he nodded, and went up to the octagonal pavilion with Mrs. He, and asked directly: "Now that the three courts are about to hold a trial on the case of the theft of tribute satin from the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, do you have any countermeasures, Madam?"
He tapped his fingers on the stone table. Although he was covered in mud by Song Heng, he was very calm and collected. He raised his eyebrows without being affected at all: "Mrs. He, forgive me for being blunt, but the current situation is very unfavorable to Mr. He."
The curtains of the octagonal pavilion had been hung up, and not a single gust of wind could blow in. The tea on the stone table was still steaming. Mrs. He raised the corners of her mouth slightly, without any sign of panic. She picked up the teacup and gently used the tea lid to stir the tea leaves inside. Then she looked at Mr. Wei: "Sir, what you said sounds like if something really happened to my son, the Pang family would benefit from it."
... ... Mr. Wei paused in his action of serving tea, his eyes suddenly became deep. He said that He Er had become the transport commissioner of the grain transport, and it was impossible that he really knew nothing about the activities of the Pang family.
He Er must have known where that batch of tribute satin went.
But now it seems that Mrs. He is also obviously clear about it.
Mr. Wei's mind moved, and the words he wanted to say were on the tip of his tongue, but he changed his mind and said, "Then the lady must also know that this matter has nothing to do with the Pang family, and it was not the Pang family who reported Mr. He."
"Yes, after all, my son is just a transport envoy. Even if he has such courage, he doesn't have such ability to bribe so many people to speak with one voice and make the tribute silk worth more than one million taels disappear." Mrs. He put down the teacup and looked at Mr. Wei with a calm face: "Sir, let's not beat around the bush. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do? You also know that he is my son after all. If there is a way to save him, I will naturally do it at all costs."