CHAPTER 532: CHAPTER 532: ON DOGS, PRIME MINISTER SONG IS A REAL DOG

The mother of Director Zhang of the Ministry of Revenue has passed away, and Lord Zhang immediately submitted a request for mourning leave. Once this memorandum was handed in, the court and public were astir.

Every post has its holder. With Lord Zhang taking mourning leave, his position definitely needs someone to fill it. After all, with the passing of his mother, he has to wear mourning clothes and observe mourning for three years. This position can’t just sit vacant for three years waiting for him.

Therefore, this position must be filled, and besides, it’s the Director of the Ministry of Revenue, a fifth-rank post. It’s in the Ministry of Revenue, a finance position, a lucrative post indeed.

The competition is most fierce among the princes; everyone wants their own man to secure this lucrative financial position to benefit their side in the future.

Emperor Chu watched the play enough before issuing a few edicts. He decided who would fill this position and made some other transfers, as if everything had already been predetermined.

In the court, the officials’ gazes swiftly fell on someone.

Barking dogs don’t bite.

Speaking of dogs, Prime Minister Song is a true dog.

Without a ripple, he pulled this good thing to his own house, ensuring the benefits did not flow elsewhere.

Song Zhiyuan glanced at Prime Minister Fan indifferently, curled his lips, and revealed a harmless smile.

Bah!

Prime Minister Fan averted his gaze, but his fingers hidden in his sleeve began rubbing quickly.

The Emperor increasingly sides with Prime Minister Song, not even bothering to disguise it, while for him, sigh.

Song Zhiyuan also withdrew his gaze, unexpectedly seeing a fawning face.

Had Prince Zhou swallowed a jar of honey before coming to court?

Look at that sweet smile; it could attract butterflies, sweet enough to cause diabetes.

Honestly, you just lost a son. You should at least pretend to be a little sad. Smiling like this, you must be missing a screw!

Prince Zhou slightly nodded toward Prime Minister Song, but inside he was uneasy, growing more determined to win over a certain person.

The Uncle’s Mansion is the Prime Minister’s, his own father is the fifth-rank Director of the Ministry of Revenue. If one can draw that person into their mansion, wouldn’t they become his support?

And there are several marriage alliances within the Song Family.

Prince Zhou felt a surge of heat in his heart.

Indeed, the lucrative position of Director of the Ministry of Revenue fell to Prime Minister Song’s younger brother, Song Zhiqing, who is currently serving as the Deputy Magistrate in Datong, Shanxi.

Although Deputy Magistrate Song achieved impressive results at the tea-horse trade last year, it was not enough to grab this position. The only explanation is that his brother fought for him.

Whatever the case, once Deputy Magistrate Song returns to the capital for his new position, the Song Family will have two brothers in the court, poised to be in the limelight.

The Song Family hails from humble origins, not a large clan, with only a certain unknown branch back home and just two households, so truly noble Song daughters are scarce, mostly within the Prime Minister’s limited number.

The first two have already married, leaving two remaining, one barely nine, and the other just a few months old.

And the nine-year-old is Third Miss Song Ruwei. Though her father was repositioned, his position remains lucrative, and her uncle is the Prime Minister, making her instantly a sought-after prospect, a prized catch.

Oh, with few Song daughters to compete over, there are always cousin sisters. It’s said that Prime Minister Song’s half-sister, who is the full sister of the new Director Song, is the wife of the current Junior Officer Lin at the Ministry of Industry?

Under her, there seem to be two daughters, and the elder one has reached the age for marriage discussions, right?

These days, it’s all about family background and marriage alliances. The Song Family’s marriage alliances now appear to be in advantageous positions, indeed a good alliance worth communicating about.

Junior Officer Lin Guangxiong of the Ministry of Industry suddenly felt a chill, looked up, and saw, oh dear, why are they staring at him?

Why does he feel like a little lamb being watched by wolves?

After court adjourned, Lin Guangxiong was eagerly invited by several colleagues to drink and dine, discussing their children’s matters over drinks?

Lin Guangxiong: "..."

What did he do?