Bondage

"What the hell is going on today?"

After returning to the house in the suburbs of Beijing, Song Fu looked solemn: "Mother said that you have returned to Chengyanghoufu, but I sent someone to Chengyanghoufu to inquire, but I didn't hear any news about you."

"What happened, why did you suddenly want to go back to the Hou Mansion?"

Song Wan went back to the house with the support of Heng Zhiheng Wu, she covered her feet with her skirt, and said softly: "Mother sent someone to tell me that I got an invitation from the British government two days ago."

Song Fu stood up abruptly: "She tricked you out and planned to send you back to Marquis of Chengyang?"

Hearing that Song Wan was going back to the Marquis' Mansion, Song Fu went to the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion to ask for someone in the future, but the concierge said he had never seen Song Wan.He didn't believe it at first, but when he was about to rush into the mansion, he saw a few women returning home in a panic.

He arrested a woman and forced him to interrogate him, only to find out that Song Wan had been robbed.

"I searched for a long time along the places those women said, but I couldn't find you."

Hearing that Mrs. Song did all of this, Song Fu's eyes were full of anger: "I'll go find her."

"Brother..."

Song Wan narrowed his eyes and shook his head lightly: "It's an eventful time right now, so you shouldn't make any more troubles for me. The situation in the DPRK and China is unstable, and even a trivial matter may be caught by someone with a heart. Come to attack brother."

Song Wan smiled and said: "I have my own way to deal with it, brother can't risk his own future for Wan'er."

"Because it's an eventful time, it's convenient for brother to do things."

Screening the people in the room away, Song Fu was silent for a moment and said: "Father met Mr. Ying Xun Ying a few days ago."

Song Wan frowned: "Sir Ying is an old friend of Lord Hou, he treats Jiang Xingjian's siblings like his nephews, father wants to have both ways, both sides..."

"It should be so."

Song Fu was also a little annoyed: "After talking to my father about the prince, he has not expressed his opinion, which shows that my father is not optimistic about the prince. But my father has always looked around and will not give up any opportunity."

"He is sure that the prince has no one under his command, so it must be some kind of friendship to have contacts with you and me."

Whether it's friendship in need or mutual use, Song Lan'an knows that the prince will not touch his brother and sister in the short term.

Song Wan squeezed the handkerchief, and said softly, "Although father is not optimistic about the prince, he will not offend him. Since the prince came to the door on his own initiative, the Song family took the lead."

"So not only will my father not support the prince, but he will support the fifth prince even more firmly."

During the three-to-five confrontation, the prince suddenly appeared and broke the balance, but because the prince was a dark chess game, only the Song family knew about it, and this became a sharp weapon in Song Lan'an's hands.

On the surface, he supported the fifth prince, and his brother and sister voted for the prince. No matter who is in power in the future, they can protect the Song family without any worries.

"You are right."

Song Fu nodded: "But the crown prince is not a fool, he can tolerate the Song family swinging from side to side."

Song Wan pursed her lips: "Brother, do you want to surrender to the crown prince?"

"Father will agree."

Song Wan's eyes showed worry when he heard the words: "Brother, don't overdo it, she will take up a long word no matter what, don't tarnish your name because of small mistakes."

"Don't worry, my brother knows it well."

The two brothers and sisters have the same mind, and they can know each other's plans in a few words.Song Wan saw that Song Fu's mind had been made up, so she didn't try to dissuade him any more, but kept saying that she was fine, so that he didn't have to worry.

Song Fu originally wanted to ask who sent her back to the city, but after thinking about it for a long time, he finally didn't ask.

"You go to bed early, and I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Brother has been busy all the way for Wan'er, so he also rested earlier."

Song Fu nodded and left the house.

As soon as he left, Song Wan frowned and took off the embroidered shoes on her feet. Seeing the injuries on her feet, Heng Zhi was both distressed and angry.

Mrs. Lang hurriedly brought hot water and medicine, Heng Wu helped Song Wan treat the wound, and Heng Zhi carefully bandaged it.

"She's a black hearted girl, and she's even taken the young lady's idea. In the past, the servants knew that she was not a safe person when they saw her stalking eyes. Now, she is really in the eyes of the servants. She's a foodie..."

"What are you talking about, you are the one who arranges your wife like this?"

Heng Zhi pushed Heng Wu and glared at her angrily.

"Miss, don't blame Heng Wu, she didn't mean it."

Mrs. Lang interceded for Hengwu, if Song Wan had said something in the past, she would have said something.

What Mrs. Song does is beyond their control. After all, she is an elder, and she can only respect her as a woman.

Even if the other party really sent her back to the Chengyang Hou Mansion today, she would have nowhere to redress her grievances, and outsiders would only say that Mrs. Song was doing the right thing.

But today she was really tired, hungry and tired.

Song Wanchang was so old, she had never experienced such an adventure like today, she was so tired that she couldn't say a word, she let Heng Wu yell and curse, and she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Mrs. Lang looked from Song Wan's neck and waist, and saw that her hair and clothes were intact, and then she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Song Wan slept for more than half an hour, and didn't wake up until his stomach was uncomfortably empty.

"Miss, are you hungry? This servant made you mutton buns and chicken crispy soup, as well as some side dishes."

Heng Zhi came over with something, put it in front of Song Wan, and brought a bowl of lotus seed soup after a while.

"Today, Mr. Ji Rong brought some things over and said he was here to give the young lady a present. Seeing that you were not here, he put the things at Madam Lang's."

Heng Zhi put Shen Qianyu's sixth ceremony of apprenticeship on the table, and Song Wan was slightly taken aback.

After opening the teacher post on the top, his eyes widened in surprise.

"This……"

Why did the prince hand over the teacher post to her?

Song Wan's cheeks were stained red, she...how could she?

"It's not going to work. You should put these things away first and try to keep them as safe as possible. If Eunuch Ji Rong comes next time, you have to return them intact."

How can she be the teacher of the emperor, a woman from the back house?

If people know about it, they will definitely be condemned by the people of the world, and their reputation will last forever, and even bring the crown prince down.

Carefully folded the invitation card and put it back, Song Wan gently wiped the warm cheeks.

The prince is really deviant, and he can worship the woman in the back house as his teacher.The more he thought about it, the more Song Wan felt his cheeks were burning hot, and he couldn't help subconsciously fanning himself with his hands, trying to drive away the heat.

Can……

Song Wan's heart skipped a beat when he thought that the crown prince had so solemnly chosen the six rites of apprenticeship, and personally wrote the teacher's post.

She had never been valued so highly in her life.

After thinking about it, Song Wan endured the joy in his heart, reopened the post, and carefully observed the handwriting on it.

It is said that the writing is like a person, and the prince's writing is strong and powerful, which shows that he is a man of upright heart.The font is self-contained and the writing is casual, which shows that he has an unrestrained temperament and is not a follower of rules.

From this post, it can also be seen that the prince seldom reads and reads on weekdays, so the writing is...a bit sloppy.

Song Wan smiled, packed up the posts again, and put them back in the Six Ceremonies.

In any case, this was the first time anyone other than my aunt and elder brother valued her so much.

This is really heart-pleasing.