Chapter 755: Chapter 755: The Implicit Menace of Sharpening Blades
When Song Zhiyuan was assassinated, the old master of the Song Family was off visiting friends and admiring his flowers and birds. Considering he didnât suffer any major injury, they didnât send word, to spare the old man any needless worry.
Actually, even if he knew, it would be the same. The eldest has been in office for years, and heâs faced numerous assassination attempts. The old master of the Song Family has gotten used to it.
But when he heard what Song Ci said, he was a bit confused. How did assassins end up being linked to these thin horses?
Seeing the other partyâs utterly bewildered expression, Song Ci felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy and couldnât help feeling it was unfair for the original person.
Song Baibao was better off than his youngest son; at least Song Zhiyu was born in a time of peace, and by then, the Song family had already risen to prominence. Thatâs undisputable; the man was born under a lucky star.
As for this old miser in front of him, when he was born, the Song Family was still toiling in the fields. Yet, heâs managed to live smoothly until now, exceedingly pleased with himself.
As Song Ci put it, this old man hasnât really suffered any big hardships.
In his youth, he depended on his parents, and after they passed, he relied on Song Ci. Later, when his eldest son became successful, he leached off his son, and now he lives as the honored old master of the Song Family.
It is precisely because of this that he developed a nature not prone to deep thought. Frankly speaking, this person has never thought much about bad things; all he sees is a world of peace, and in his mind, he probably only thinks about everything in a positive light.
Song Ci didnât know if this mindset was good or bad; itâs probably a matter of perspective.
As the head of the family with intellect, considering the status of the Song family, it is necessary to be vigilant and cautious. Otherwise, this mansion would be like a sieve, with all sorts of demons and monsters sneaking in and stabbing you in the back.
But the old miser doesnât think so.
"Speaking of which, itâs because Mom and Dad spoiled you, kept you too well-protected, that you canât see the situation clearly and live like a child, just following your heart. You must be really comfortable," Song Ciâs voice was chilly. "Itâs fine if youâre comfortable, but donât cause trouble for the family, alright? A few years ago, I almost died, and you know that my living is good for the Song Mansion and for my son. So how come you donât know how many people outside are watching the Song Mansion, wanting to catch our family slipping?"
"Speaking of those thin horses, even if thereâs just one spy, what if they assassinate when theyâre intimately involved with your son? A beauty is fine, but often, a beauty can be as poisonous as a viper, and youâre gambling your life away to enjoy it."
The old master of the Song Family pursed his lips, saying nothing.
"Youâve lived such a long life and still remain naive, seeing everyone as good. Do you not realize whether the people sending you these beauties harbor ulterior motives? Is their purpose really just to give you a few beauties to enjoy? Have you forgotten the profit-driven nature of merchants? Without benefit, why on earth would outsiders treat you well for nothing? Are you their father or something?" Song Ci said coolly, "Let me lay it out for you: in this world, only your children would treat you well for nothing in return."
The old master of the Song Family, though not overly reprimanded, wanted to say something in retort, but his mind went blank.
"Iâll say it again: the family provides you with plenty of food, drink, and entertainment, no matter. The only thing you need to do is be a bit more mindful in everything you do, donât be thoughtless. If you keep being so willful and muddle-headed, I really wonât mind confining you to the house, letting you spend the rest of your life with a wheelchair or a bed. Donât doubt it, for the sake of my sonsâ future and the Song familyâs future, Iâm capable of it."
After all, he wasnât her true husband, so she wouldnât feel heartache taking action.
Thereâs the sound of sharpening knives.
Old Master Song Family: "You dare, after you die, Mom and Dad will kick you out of the ancestral grave!"