Chapter 331: Chapter 331: There Will Be No Such Thing as Patriarchal Discipline in the Future
Prime Ministerâs Mansion, Chunhui Hall.
For the umpteenth time, Song Zhiyuan glanced at his younger brother who looked utterly defeated in life, and couldnât help but throw an almond at him: "Enough with the face. Itâs just an arranged marriage, and youâre acting so dramatic, like life and death, whatâs the matter with you."
Song Zhiyu dashed over to Song Ciâs side, hugged her leg, and wailed: "Mom, look at big brother, Iâm already so miserable, and heâs still mocking me here. Is he still my real big brother!"
"If I werenât your real big brother, would I be wasting time with you here? Get up now. Do you want people to know youâre unhappy with this marriage and let the Emperor chop your head off?"
Song Zhiyu shrank his neck: "You, you donât try to scare me!"
Song Zhiyuan snorted with a cold laugh.
Seeing that her wickedly smart sonâs patience had reached its limit, Song Ci said: "Alright, Silang, stop clowning around. Youâre in this situation because of your own actions. If you hadnât been picky before, you wouldnât be in this mess now. Whoâs to blame?"
"Mom, canât you ask the Empress Dowager for help? I, I donât want to marry that womanâthat female tyrant!" Song Zhiyu pouted.
"Impudent!" Song Zhiyuan slammed the teacup on the table heavily and said, "The imperial decree has been issued. You canât just ask to annul it. Youâre almost seventeen, not a child, and you should learn to grow up. You can be headstrong in other matters, but not in this one!"
Seeing his face stern and cold, Song Zhiyu dared not argue further and nestled beside Song Ci.
Song Ci gave him a disapproving glance: "I wonât stand up for you this time. Your big brother is right, youâre not a kid anymore. Youâre about to get married, you canât be willful. Besides, Panâer is not a female tyrant. Frankly, Iâm quite happy with this marriage. With your inadequate talents both in civility and martial arts, to get such a Commandery Princess as your wife is like youâve accumulated good karma from a previous life. You should be secretly laughing instead of disdaining her, hmph."
"Mom! Think this through; marrying her means itâs impossible for her to serve you like my sisters-in-law. Anyone can tell that Niu Panâer wonât serve you. With her vigor, itâs more likely sheâd chop a few people down."
Song Ci: "I have servants to attend to me. I donât need a daughter-in-law for that. Silang, let me remind you, itâs not a marriage, itâs you becoming a live-in son-in-law. After the big wedding, you will live with the Commandery Princess in the Princeâs Mansion."
Song Zhiyuâs fair face immediately turned pale.
Oh heavens, can time turn back? If he had agreed to marry that girl surnamed Wang earlier, things would have been fine. A live-in son-in-law? Heâll lose face completely!
I had set my heart on marrying a sweet lady, but alas, the sweet lady became a tyrant. Even fiction wouldnât dare to write it this way.
With a face about to cry, Song Zhiyu looked pitiably at Song Zhiyuan, sniffling: "Big brother, is there really no turning back with this marriage? Commandery Princess Dongyang is so fierce and good at fighting. Little brother here is all skin and bones, afraid that with just a disagreement, Iâd be beaten to death by her. By then, you wonât have such a delightful and lucky little brother like me anymore."
Not beaten to death, but probably crushed under her weight. He would have no autonomy in the future.
How tragic life is!
Song Zhiyuan: "Itâs an imperial decree for an arranged marriage. Thereâs no taking back an imperial decree. The only way this marriage wonât happen is if you die, then the marriage will be void."
Song Zhiyu froze.
So itâs really finalized!
Song Zhiyu closed his eyes, recalling how just a few days ago he told Niu Panâer that woman about some Buddhist tale about a man who buries bones, saying she would eventually meet the man who buried her bones in a past life.
Turns out heaven had already set a trap for him. Heâs the bone-burying man, about to die.