PFC Chapter 226 Return to the Pang Family
Chapter 226 Return to the Pang Family
Song Chengfeng was the prime minister after all, so Song Qingwan didn't need to explain everything, he understood it.
If there is too much rain in the south, there will naturally be disasters, and the court will naturally distribute disaster relief food.
The case of the Zhong family embezzling earthquake relief funds has just passed, and now they are spending a large amount of money to donate porridge to charity, so it is reasonable for them to do their part.
The emperor would naturally not miss this opportunity to make money. If the Zhong family did not pay or paid too little, it would naturally make the emperor unhappy and damage the reputation of Minister Zhong.
Therefore, the Zhong family had to suffer this loss in silence. Not only did they have to suffer heavy losses, but they also could not easily end the porridge distribution program.
As the saying goes, a pinch of rice will turn into a grudge. You have been giving for so long that people have become accustomed to it. How can you withdraw it without any reason? They will scold you harshly.
Song Qingwan's trick convinced Song Chengfeng and once again made him realize how powerful his daughter was.
This person's scheming and cunning are simply unfathomable.
This was just the first step for Song Qingwan to bring down the Zhong family. Luo Qingqing, whom she had planted in the Prince's Mansion, had almost completed her mission.
Song Qingwan calculated that the time was almost up, so she went directly to the Prince's Mansion that night. She easily found Luo Qingqing's room, and when she saw that Luo Qingqing was not there, she waited in her room.
Now Luo Qingqing is the prince's concubine Luo, the most favored, so the furnishings and decorations in this room are the best among all the wives and concubines in the entire prince's mansion.
Song Qingwan looked at Luo Qingqing's room and couldn't help but secretly smack her lips. This prince was really willing to spend money.
The luxury of this room is almost as good as Concubine Shun's Yuqi Palace. Zhong Xueying must be jealous to death!
Song Qingwan didn't have to wait for long before Luo Qingqing came back. She pushed the door open and entered the room. She immediately saw a touch of green by the door. She was delighted, knowing that her master had come.
Luo Qingqing calmed down her emotions and gave gentle instructions to the maid behind her.
"You guys go down. I'm tired today and want to rest for a while."
"Yes, Concubine."
After all the servants had gone away, Luo Qingqing hurried into the room and locked the door. She walked quickly into the inner room and saw Song Qingwan sitting at the table, looking at her with a smile.
Luo Qingqing was so excited that she almost cried. She quickly stepped forward and saluted.
"Master, Qingqing greets the master, you are here."
"Hurry up, you are all concubines, be more stable."
"Qingqing hasn't seen her master for several months. She is so excited that she doesn't know what to do."
No matter how smart Luo Qingqing is, she is just a teenage girl after all. Song Qingwan is not only her master, but also her benefactor.
If Song Qingwan hadn't bought her, her final destination would most likely be a brothel, where she would ultimately end up being a beauty with a tragic fate.
So even though Luo Qingqing was very much favored by the prince, she did not forget her mission and always remembered that she was Song Qingwan's person.
Song Qingwan also genuinely likes Luo Qingqing. This girl is really smart and knows her limits.
"You better be careful in this mansion, don't let anyone catch you."
"Master, rest assured. Qingqing will remember your teachings."
"Well, time is running out. I'll make it short. The Zhong family will soon be in big trouble. Remember to add fuel to the fire for Zhong Xueying."
"What do you mean, Master?"
"Take advantage of the prince's favor towards you and ask Zhong Xueying to go back and get help."
Song Qingwan stopped at that point. She knew that Luo Qingqing was smart enough to fully understand.
Sure enough, after Luo Qingqing pondered for a moment, her brows relaxed and she looked at Song Qingwan with a firm look.
"Master, rest assured. Qingqing will not let you down."
"it is good."
After Song Qingwan came out of the Prince's Mansion, she did not return to the villa, but turned a corner and went to the Pang family.
A few days ago, she asked someone to inquire about the situation. She learned that her grandfather was very ill and might not live long.
Both Song Qingwan and Pang Lingyan understood that when Grand Tutor Pang died, Song Qingwan must not show up. The emperor had sent people to keep an eye on the Pang family early in the morning, waiting for Song Qingwan to show up and capture her.
So Song Qingwan chose to come back early to say goodbye to her uncle and to see her son.
Speaking of which, Zhao Youan is already half a year old. Since being brought back to the Pang family by Pang Lingyan, Song Qingwan has not seen her son and misses him very much.
When Song Qingwan entered the room, Pang Lingyan was holding Zhao Youan and teasing him. The six-month-old Zhao Youan was plump and fair, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked very much like Zhao Huaijin.
As soon as Song Qingwan saw her son, she burst into tears of excitement. She quickly went forward, hugged the child in her arms and kissed him hard.
Zhao Youan was not shy at all, and seemed to know that the person in front of him was his mother. He did not cry or make a fuss, but giggled when Song Qingwan kissed him.
When Pang Lingyan saw her daughter coming back, she couldn't help but feel tears in her eyes. She walked forward and pulled Song Qingwan over. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren went into Pang Lingyan's bedroom to talk.
"Wan'er, do you need anything to buy while you are away? The villa is simple and shabby, and mother is afraid that you will get sick living there, and she often can't sleep at night."
"Mother, you forgot that I grew up in Songjia Village. The conditions there are not much more difficult than this villa."
"Having said that, every time mother thinks of you wandering around alone, she feels sad."
Pang Lingyan's face was full of self-blame. She only gave birth to one child, Song Qingwan, who was abandoned when she was so young. After she was found, she didn't enjoy a few years of happiness until she ended up living a life like this again.
"It's my mother's incompetence that made me, Wan'er, suffer."
Song Qingwan handed Zhao Youan to the wet nurse, turned around and grabbed her mother's hand to comfort her.
"Don't worry, mother. This won't last long. Once the princelings are destroyed, we can live a normal life again."
"It's not that easy. The Crown Prince has the Zhong family behind him. The Zhong family is now the only one in power in the court. How can a weak woman like you compete with them?"
"The prince and the Zhong family got together for profit. If the profit no longer exists, do you think they will turn against each other?"
Seeing that her daughter looked confident, Pang Lingyan said no more and only told Song Qingwan that if she needed her help as a mother, she could just ask.
Song Qingwan agreed readily, but in fact she really didn't want the Pang family to get involved. Now the Pang family only had her mother to support it, and she really couldn't bear to see her mother living a restless second half of her life.
Before leaving, Song Qingwan went to Master Pang's bedroom. As soon as she entered the room, Song Qingwan's eyes became wet again.
My grandfather is not awake much now and can’t recognize people. He is only awake for one or two hours a day and is in a coma the rest of the time.
In the past few years, Song Qingwan has been using medicine to keep her grandfather alive, but her grandfather is eighty years old and his body functions have deteriorated. Living to this age is already the limit.
"Grandpa? I'm Wan'er, can you hear me?"
Song Qingwan called softly in Master Pang's ear, and after waiting for a long time, Master Pang slowly opened his eyes.
At first, the old man's eyes were unfocused, and it took him a long time to shift his gaze to Song Qingwan's face.
"Min'er? Is that you? You're here to pick up your father..."
Song Qingwan immediately burst into tears, knowing that her grandfather was dying.