Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Kid, How Easy It Is to Go Bald
Song Zhiyuan really admired his motherās idea; she even dared to think about Commandery Princess Dongyang as a match. She was truly bold!
"Mother, is it possible that youāre being so enthusiastic about her just because of this?"
"How could that be? I purely want her in our family because I like her. What a wonderful girl, a living Hua Mulan with a cheerful and generous nature; sheās exactly to my liking." Song Ci said, "Actually, it was just a fleeting thought. After all, your brother doesnāt really have anything to match her."
Song Zhiyuan: "You better not let him hear that, or else heāll start complaining heās not your own son again."
Song Ci was indifferent: "Let him hear it then. Itās good for him to know the harsh reality. Without you as his exceptional older brother, who would even pay attention to him? He has so many demands for a wife. Just look at how spoiled he is!"
Song Zhiyuan laughed out loud, his worries somewhat dissipating.
Song Ci glanced at him, licked her lips, and said, "Actually, you donāt need to worry too much. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally go straight. If itās really like you said, then itās his destined marriage, and it canāt be escaped."
Song Zhiyuan gave a bitter smile.
Song Ci was silent for a while, then said, "Thereās something Iām not sure whether to say or not."
"Hmm?"
"In case, I mean just in case, Dalang, if the Emperor really bestows a marriage between your fourth brother and Commandery Princess Dongyang, it might not necessarily be a bad thing." Song Ciās voice was low: "Throughout history, Emperors have been suspicious. Donāt be fooled by the Song Familyās current prosperity; if they suspect you, even a minor issue can be exaggerated to take you down. In that case, having a fourth brother leave could ensure at least one Song family member survives, right?"
Song Zhiyuanās pupils contracted; he nearly knocked over his teacup.
"Of course, itās just us being overly paranoid, making the Emperorās intentions seem so terrifying. It might not really be the case. Our family has an old friendship with the Emperor, remember." Song Ci chuckled awkwardly: "Even if that day comes, it would be many years later, and by then, it might not be a passive situation."
What Song Ci was really saying was leaving a way out for the Song Family, a seed to survive on.
This is what many families plan for in advance in case of trouble.
"Arenāt you afraid that if Sir Long is bestowed a marriage, it would be equivalent to marrying into another family?" Marrying into another family is like losing a son.
Song Ci said, "If he marries into another family, does that mean heās no longer my son? As long as heās doing well, thatās all that matters. It wouldnāt be a waste of our mother-son relationship."
"Mother..."
"The situation hasnāt reached that point, so donāt worry unnecessarily. Overthinking will just lead to hair loss. Even if it does come to that, weāll still have time to grow and plan. Everything has two sides. We should look at the good side, shouldnāt we?"
The good side is that if the Song Family were ever to be wiped out by the Emperor or a future Emperor, at least there would be a seed outside!
Song Zhiyuan found himself at a loss for words. Mother, this āgood sideā is something we definitely donāt want, okay?
Also, what are these paranoia and hair loss all about?
Song Ci said profoundly, "Actually, you shouldnāt worry too much about the current Emperor taking action against you. He wants to use you, use the Song Family, and will only cultivate you as a straightforward and loyal minister. If you really want to worry, itās better to worry about the next reign! Child, new Emperor, new Courtiers, thereās a ready example!"
Song Zhiyuanās prominence was mainly because he and his mother had an old relationship with the Emperor, and he had also proven himself. But when the next Emperor came along, they might not have that relationship, so caution and preparation were necessary.
Look at someone elseātheyāve had their powers divided, havenāt they?
Prime Minister Fan, in his home, sneezed twice and rubbed his ear. It must be that crook Prime Minister Song bad-mouthing me!