Chapter 1589: Chapter 1527: Crown Prince Song Lectures His Sister
Wufu and Ah Jiu were chatting here about the affairs of Prince Weiâs Manor, while on the other side, at Prince Weiâs Manor, storm clouds were gathering.
Jiaojiao was sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of the Princess Consort, sniffling as she said, "Being demoted to County Lord, how can I show my face in the noblewomenâs circle? Even a country girl has become a County Lord and stands on equal footing with me, Iâd rather not be a County Lord at all!"
"Why donât you go to the Emperor and say you donât want to be a County Lord, I believe heâd be more than willing to strip you of your title," Song Wei entered, sneering.
"Mother, you see, you see what big brother is saying, is he really my brother?" Jiaojiao pointed at Song Wei, crying to the point she couldnât catch her breath.
"If I werenât your brother, do you think youâd still be alive?" Song Wei replied coldly with a stony face, "I truly want to know where you got the nerve to order someone to assassinate at such an occasion, and even more foolishly, let yourself be caught red-handed with witnesses!"
Song Wei, having investigated the circumstances, was nearly infuriated, while feeling apprehensive about that Zhou Wufuâs decisivenessâshe could kill the assassin without hesitation and immediately pin the blame on Jiaojiao. How calm, how decisive, how many women could do that?
Jiaojiao was stifled, opened her mouth but couldnât say anything, only hiccuped.
"Do you realize how much trouble your reckless actions have brought to Prince Weiâs Manor?" Song Wei continued.
Seeing his stern expression, Jiaojiao dared not cry anymore and shrank back into the Princess Consortâs arms.
"Weiâer, youâre scaring your sister." The Princess Consort held her daughter and said with displeasure.
"Mother, if you keep shielding her, sheâll cause a big disaster one day." Song Wei said, "Currently, weâre negotiating trade with Beiyan. If we in the Northwest canât secure the greatest benefit from this, Prince Weiâs Manor will have simply exerted effort in vain. Father entrusted this matter to me; if I donât handle it well, how will it reflect on me? Have you forgotten about that plebeian beside him!"
Hearing this, the Princess Consortâs face instantly darkened, and her tightly pressed lips showed her anger.
This matter was deeply hidden by Prince Wei; she was unaware until the plebeian had grown up, and wielded real power, even stronger than her son. How should she feel?
"Jiaojiaoâs misdeed gave the Emperor an excuse to make us back down, and her demotion is a signal," Song Wei looked coldly at Jiaojiao: "Father not attending the Empress Dowagerâs millennium celebration has already displeased the Emperor, and now with this, youâve practically handed him a chance to weaken the power of our Prince Weiâs Manor."
The Princess Consort furrowed her brows and patted Jiaojiao, who was trembling, "Donât be afraid, Mother is here."
Song Wei said, "Mother, given the situation, itâs not suitable for her to stay here; itâs better to send her back to the Northwest immediately." So as to stop being a drag on him.
Jiaojiaoâs face changed, almost letting out a scream.
"Weiâer, must it be this way?" The Princess Consort said, "The Empress Dowagerâs millennium celebration is just a few days away, letâs leave together after that."
"If Mother wants everyone to always remember what she did, then let her stay," Song Wei said lightly, "Having incurred public wrath, what good can come of it? Staying here, wonât she just hear gossip? Better to go back, lay low for a while. Besides, beside Father, someone is needed to remind him, otherwise, if the plebeian becomes dominant, where will our mother and sonâs place be?"
These words were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into the heart of the Princess Consort.