CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 292: SONG RABBIT SCOUNDREL: MY FATE ENDS HERE

As soon as the Shen Family and Duke Zhongyong Mansion people left, Song Ci’s smile vanished.

"Pass on the instructions, when Fourth Master returns, bring him to my courtyard."

You little brat, if I don’t show my might, they’ll think I’m like a clay Bodhisattva!

Nanny Gong said, "Are you really angry with him? If you decide on someone without him, Fourth Master might be upset with you."

Song Ci leaned on the couch, sending away the other attendants, and then said, "Do you think I want to rush? It was because the eldest said to hurry and settle someone."

Nanny Gong raised her eyebrows slightly and bent down a bit, whispering, "Could it be that Fourth Master’s marriage has caught someone’s attention?"

She pointed to the sky.

"Not confirmed yet, but the eldest sensed this kind of intention. It’s also my fault for being too close to Pan’er, probably caught someone’s eye." Song Ci chuckled helplessly, saying, "Gong Nanny, look, sometimes being in a high position isn’t necessarily a good thing. Every word and action is tightly scrutinized. Any slight mistake could get you caught in a trap or be schemed against. Even relationships with others must be looked at with deeper intentions."

This is the life of nobility under imperial power.

Enjoying immense wealth means bearing immense risks. A slight relaxation could lead to eternal damnation.

Nanny Gong didn’t know how to comfort her. What Song Ci could think of, she could as well, perhaps even more, as she had served in the palace, witnessing the rise and fall of influential families.

Now she is with the Song Family, and if nothing unexpected happens, this would be her place to spend her old age, so naturally, she hopes it stays prosperous.

"The Madam needn’t worry too much, it’s not at that point yet," Nanny Gong said, "In my opinion, why guess his thoughts? They’re unpredictable no matter what. If you guess wrong, it might backfire. It’s better to let nature take its course."

Song Ci: "I agree with you, but alas, the eldest is full of schemes. Never mind, this brat should get married anyhow. It’s fine to decide. I think that Miss Fu is acceptable, don’t you think?"

"If the Madam thinks she is good, then she must be," Nanny Gong said with a smile. "I observed that girl, she has the appearance of one who bears boys."

Song Ci’s eyes lit up: "Really? Then that’s good, later I will probe Madam Shen’s opinion."

The appearance of one who bears boys, she may not be extraordinarily beautiful, but coming from an official family, even the original old lady would have nothing to say. In these ancient times, who doesn’t like sons!

It’s settled.

Unaware that his freedom is about to end, the little brat Song Zhiyu sneezed twice as soon as he entered the mansion, rubbed his arm, and asked, "Si Xi, did you feel a chill pass by?"

Chilly, like there’s a ghost.

Si Xi shot him a glance full of disgruntle, saying weakly, "Whether there’s wind, this slave doesn’t know, but just asks one thing of you, Master."

"What?"

"If I’m beaten to death, Master, please remember to burn a few paper doll maidens for me in the future..."

"Get lost!" Song Zhiyu kicked him aside.

It’s already so cold, and he still talks about such gloomy ghost stuff. He kicked him first.

"Fourth Master."

A few burly women emerged from the shadows.

Song Zhiyu held his breath, his intuition telling him something was wrong.

"Wha-what do you want?"

"The Madam invites Fourth Master."

It’s over; the reckoning after the autumn came, my fate is sealed.

"Master is tired, go tell the Madam that this unfilial son will pay respects to her early tomorrow." Song Zhiyu tried to flee.

"The Madam said to tie you up if necessary. Apologies Fourth Master." With the woman’s signal, others blocked him and swiftly bound him.

Taken away!