PFC Chapter 253 The birthday party begins
Chapter 253 The birthday party begins
Song Changwei took it respectfully and put the medicine bottle into his sleeve.
He was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should ask what the medicine was used for, but Song Qingwan told him directly.
"This medicine is to help my cousin's wife get pregnant. Don't worry, my cousin. I, Song Qingwan, am not the kind of villain who would secretly poison someone."
"Changwei thanks the master."
Song Changwei clasped his fists and bowed to Song Qingwan with gratitude on his face.
He had been married to Zhong Xuemei for half a year, but they had not been able to get pregnant. Zhong Xuemei was already in her twenties, which was considered an older age for a woman in ancient times.
He once saw his wife secretly wiping tears behind his back. When he asked Song Changwei about Zhong Xuemei's personal maid, the maid told him that someone had been making indirect accusations in front of Zhong Xuemei, calling her a goose that doesn't lay eggs.
In contrast, Song Chang had comforted Zhong Xuemei several times and asked her to be more open-minded. It was not easy to have a child after such a short marriage.
Although Zhong Xuemei stopped crying, she would sometimes stare blankly at other children. Song Changwei felt both distressed and helpless.
So he really needed the medicine Song Qingwan gave him. It was like timely help.
A Wu tilted his head and stared at Song Changwei's ecstatic back with some confusion. He asked in confusion.
"Why did the master know that Song Changwei needed this bottle of medicine?"
"As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles. If I want to take him down, I naturally need to understand his needs."
Song Qingwan smiled. She did not let Ah Wu guess any more, but told Ah Wu directly about Zhong Xuemei's situation.
Awu suddenly realized, and there was a bit more admiration in his eyes when he looked at Song Qingwan.
"The master is indeed wise."
Song Qingwan snorted disdainfully and stared at Awu's silly face with sarcasm.
"Don't just talk about others. When will you and Yancai give me a nephew?"
"Master, what are you talking about?"
"What? Did I say something wrong? We haven't seen each other for such a long time. I'm afraid you and Yancai have already lived a shameless life, right?"
Awu scratched his head embarrassedly and chuckled.
He knew he couldn't hide it from his master. This time, he returned to the capital only after Yan Cai urged him several times! With beauty by his side, who would be willing to leave?
Ten days passed in a flash, and the day of the Zhong family’s birthday banquet arrived.
Song Changwei got up very early that day. He arranged all the matters again and stood at the door of Zhong Mansion to welcome the guests.
Minister Zhong, wearing a hastily made red birthday robe, sat in the main hall, waiting for everyone's birthday congratulations.
The laws of the Great Sage Dynasty stipulated that a man could wear pure red except on his wedding day and on his eightieth birthday, because according to the understanding of people of that era, black, gold and red were colors worn by royal families.
But today is the 50th birthday of Shangshu Zhong. According to the rules, he is not allowed to wear a bright red birthday robe, but he wore it anyway, which fully demonstrates how big his ambition is.
Mrs. Zhong stood aside feeling somewhat uneasy and kept rubbing her handkerchief. Minister Zhong glanced at her and his face darkened.
"What are you doing on such a happy day?"
"Master, I have a feeling something is going to happen today..."
"What could possibly happen? Chang Wei has arranged everything. Don't let your imagination run wild."
"But sir..."
"Okay! If you really have nothing to do, go and see if there is anything unsafe."
"Yes."
Mrs. Zhong sighed and walked out of the door, and Minister Zhong's expression looked better.
Today is the first battle to consolidate people's hearts after the Zhong family and the Prince's Mansion broke their ties. No accidents can happen, so naturally they cannot bear to hear such discouraging words.
It was already the hour of Si, and adults from various families came one after another in carriages. Song Changwei greeted everyone one by one, and then asked the servants to lead each adult to the seats arranged in advance. Everything was going on in an orderly manner.
Everyone praised the son-in-law, Minister Zhong. They didn't expect that Minister Zhong didn't give birth to a son, but got a son-in-law who was better than his own son.
Hearing these compliments, Song Changwei did not get carried away. He thanked them calmly and continued to stand at the door to welcome guests.
As another round of horse hoof sounds came, a carriage that was more luxurious than the other carriages stopped at the gate of the Zhong Mansion. Song Changwei straightened up and prepared to greet it.
After seeing clearly who got off the carriage, Song Changwei was a little surprised. It was Song Chengfeng.
This was something Song Changwei had really not expected. He thought that Cheng Feng and Shangshu Zhong would not come given their irreconcilable relationship. What happened today?
Song Changwei straightened his clothes and walked forward to greet him calmly.
"The Prime Minister is here. Your presence brings honor to the Zhong Mansion."
"you flatter me."
Song Chengfeng glanced at Song Changwei calmly and found that his outfit today was quite decent.
In fact, after Zhong Xuemei learned that her father was going to hold a birthday banquet, she asked the most skilled embroiderer in the capital to custom-make this robe for Song Changwei. The materials are all top-grade silk fabrics, and the craftsmanship is needless to say, it is a rare double-sided embroidery.
Song Changwei is a handsome man with a tall figure. When he wears this dress, he looks even more noble.
Song Chengfeng had a vague feeling that his nephew was about to slip out of his control.
"Minister Zhong thinks highly of you, to the point of entrusting you with such an important task."
"As the son-in-law of Minister Zhong, Changwei should naturally do his best. These are what Changwei should do."
"I hope you can do well and not lose your duty."
"Master Song, please rest assured. Chang Wei knows his own weight."
"That's good."
After hearing Song Changwei's answer, Song Chengfeng finally let down his guard, nodded with satisfaction, and followed the servants into the backyard.
After Song Chengfeng left, Song Changwei slowly stood up straight, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Song Changwei could naturally hear the temptation in Song Chengfeng's words. This was a warning for him not to get carried away.
He now felt extremely fortunate for his decision to choose another wise leader. A petty-minded person like Song Chengfeng would never accomplish anything great.
Everyone is here and the birthday banquet is about to begin.
Shangshu Zhong first accepted the flattery from everyone, which was nothing more than wishing him a long life.
After hearing these words, Shangshu Zhong felt extremely comfortable. The smile in the corners of his eyes never stopped, and his heart began to feel a little elated.
Even if the crown prince was deposed, so what? Even if Zhao Yujun was not on the same page with him, so what? His Zhong family was still the most aristocratic family in the capital.
Finally, Minister Zhong sincerely thanked everyone for coming and announced the start of the banquet.
"Minister Zhong is so powerful that he invited so many people and ended up in Prince Huai's mansion?"
Following a clear female voice, Song Qingwan, dressed in a princess' uniform, walked into the banquet hall with a smile, followed by Awu who was ready to fight at any time.