Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249: Do I Look Like the Kind of Person Who Would Cheat My Own Kids?
Meanwhile, Song Zhiyuan, while probing his wife about the inner workings of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion, also sent people to investigate the recent affairs of the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion, especially the matters concerning the ladies. Although itâs hard to penetrate the inner quarters, this tests the skills of the people theyâve nurtured.
In short, the masterâs word makes the subordinates run their legs off.
At Liuting Pavilion, Song Zhicheng was also telling his wife about the bizarre things he heard from his mother.
Jiang, with her fiery temper, exploded on the spot: "Is father senile... mmph mmph."
Her mouth was covered by her husband, making her try to pry it off with her hands.
Song Zhicheng released her and scolded softly, "Do you want people to call you unfilial with such a loud voice?"
Jiang sheepishly apologized, "I was just shocked and said something without thinking." After a pause, she continued, "I only act this way in front of you; I wouldnât in front of others."
"Even in front of me, you shouldnât. Heâs still my father, no matter what." Song Zhicheng grunted.
"Yes, yes, itâs all my fault. I didnât say anything really, but what do you mean, are you planning to indulge father-in-law?" Jiang glared, anxious, "Dear, youâre not thinking of pushing our two kids out to take the hit, are you?"
"Do I look like someone who would trap my own children?"
Song Zhicheng rolled his eyes, seeing his wife look at him as if he definitely would, couldnât help but pinch his fingertips, and said, "I didnât."
Jiang felt relieved.
Song Zhicheng rolled his eyes and said, "But this issue needs solving. Suâer is matched with the Duke Mansionâs daughter, and the marriage talks have already begun, so it canât be changed. Otherwise, besides offending the Duke Dingguo Mansion, thereâs the Anping Princess Mansion to consider. But with what father did, if we really need a grandson to step in, and if itâs our second house theyâre after, what then..."
Jiangâs face changed several times, feeling a sense of gloom. Father-in-law is really out of line.
She sat down, pursed her lips in thought, and said, "If the girl from the Qingcheng Marquis Mansion is a good match, and thereâs really no way out, then let Zhaoâer be engaged."
Song Zhicheng was surprised, "Why? Jieâer is here too, isnât he?"
Jiang replied, "Marriage is a matter of parentsâ orders and the matchmakerâs word. Zhaoâer is a bit oblivious, so we can arrange it for him, and he can marry when he returns. After all, heâs not around, so a blind and mute marriage is what he deserves. But Jieâer, heâs got a lively mind and many ideas. If he asks to meet the girl and things donât work out, itâll just be another issue. Better not make him suffer."
Song Zhicheng: "..."
Theyâre all your own kids, but the difference in treatment shouldnât be so blatant. Turns out, youâre the one willing to sell out our kid.
Poor little Zhaoâer, youâre not around and just like that, your mom sold you out.
Far away, Song Lingzhao sneezed, rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a bit cold, but seeing his new âofficial uniformâ, Little Wu Head, he couldnât help but grin. Little Wu Head, he was also a little officer now.
Da Mao looked at his young masterâs hand with a knife wound, feeling heartbroken, wiping tears in secret. It was all earned with wounds and blood.
"Itâs too early to talk about this now, just watch. Big Brother definitely has a way to clean up the mess dad left." Song Zhicheng remained optimistic.
Jiang thought about her older brother-in-lawâs tactics, indeed, a dignified Prime Minister should be able to handle such a mess.
Having figured this out, the couple immediately put the matter aside, turned in early after washing up to get some sleep.
The next morning, Song Ci, with dark circles under his eyes, had just finished breakfast when a maid informed him that the Qingcheng Marquis had arrived.
"Pft!" Song Ci spat out his tea, surprised at how quickly the old rascal had come.