Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Sudden Change
After hoodwinking the Second Prince, Song Zhiyuan left the palace through the West Gate. Seeing the carriage not far ahead and the figure boarding it, he asked, "Is that the Shen Family’s carriage?"
Jiang Fula glanced at it and respectfully replied, "Yes, Prime Minister."
Song Zhiyuan wanted to call Shen Qing, but saw the carriage quickly drive away. His brow twitched, and he looked back at the groups inside the Palace Gate, a heavy expression on his face.
"Return to the mansion."
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In the main hall of the Shen Family, Madam Shen was discussing Fu Qing’s marriage with her.
"Aunt didn’t expect you to have such great fortune, but when a person’s luck comes, it can’t be stopped," Madam Shen said with a smile, gently touching Fu Qing’s cheek.
"Qing’er, although Song Si is something of a playboy, dabbling in cockfighting and dog walking, Aunt has investigated thoroughly. His nature isn’t bad; he’s just the youngest child, pampered since young and a bit headstrong. But children in the Capital have always been like this, nothing to worry about. Even your cousin is a little playboy, isn’t he?"
Madam Shen looked at her meaningfully and said, "Actually, compared to many of these playboys, Song Si is much better. At least he doesn’t have any women around him right now, not even a maidservant for personal service. How many playboys in the capital can claim such purity?"
Fu Qing’s face flushed crimson, nearly burying her head into her chest, and she bit her lip lightly, saying, "Aunt, Qing’er understands."
"You’re a good child, and Aunt hopes well for you. I’m telling you this so you won’t listen to the nonsense outside. No one is perfect, and you won’t know if someone is good or bad until you’ve experienced it yourself. They’re just saying the grapes are sour because they can’t have them," Madam Shen snorted.
Fu Qing felt a stirring in her heart, pursed her lips, and whispered, "Are you referring to Sister Zhen?"
Madam Shen snorted coldly, "Her, and others too, you don’t need to listen. Forget the status of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, just look at the Song Family’s reputation. What’s bad about it? Even if Song Si had a maidservant, it wouldn’t be an issue. His mother is understanding and fair, never placing people in her son’s room. With this alone, which woman wouldn’t be willing? Qing’er, it’s truly fortunate for a woman to have an understanding and generous mother-in-law."
Fu Qing nodded; that was indeed reasonable.
Madam Shen was about to say more when a maid beside her announced the master had arrived.
She was somewhat surprised, stood up, and saw Shen Qing walk in with urgency on his face.
Fu Qing also stood up and obediently saluted him, "Uncle."
Shen Qing saw her, his expression inexplicable, and tugged a corner of his mouth, smiling, "Qing’er is here."
"I was just chatting with Aunt. I’ll take my leave now," Fu Qing said with a salute, then retreated outside, standing under the porch, looking at the square sky, frowning.
It was clear just now, so why did the sky darken?
Clatter.
Fu Qing’s heart skipped a beat. She turned abruptly, looking back at the main hall. Her foot moved, then paused, biting her lip, she turned to leave.
Madam Shen looked at Shen Qing with a face full of terror, her lips trembling, "Old, Old Master, how could it be like this? Aren’t we offending..."
Shen Qing also had a headache, saying, "Madam, this is no longer about offending or not. We can only go with the flow; we cannot go against fate, can we?"
Madam Shen sat down heavily, her face deathly pale.
One really shouldn’t be too complacent!