Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1873

The day Song Yuanjiu was dismissed from his post and imprisoned was his mother's birthday. He originally didn't want to hold a big celebration, but his mother refused, saying that she had worked hard all her life and this was all she could have.

The old lady raised her eyebrows, her gold-plated dentures gleaming with gold as she said, "My son has given away at least 80,000 yuan in gifts over the years! This time, I must get all the money back!"

Song Yuanjiu came from a poor family and was a filial son. He could not persuade his mother to give him a birthday banquet and invited all the officials he knew.

His eldest son Song Shenzhi and second son Song Xizhi were both studying at Yunqi Academy, and were also called back that day to celebrate their grandmother's birthday.

At dawn in the morning, the old lady was walking around the yard with her cane, watching the servants hanging red lanterns. The brand new purple jacket with longevity patterns on her was also made of the brocade that her son had given her last month.

Song Yuanjiu stood in the corridor, holding a secret letter sent by a good colleague from the Censorate, his knuckles gradually turned white.

He looked at his mother's energetic appearance and felt mixed emotions.

He met his wife in the corridor and called her aside, instructing her, "If anything happens to me... take your mother back to your hometown. The court won't implicate you."

His wife was originally his mother's niece, she was soft-hearted, timid and ignorant. She had never had a say in the mansion, and it was always his mother who made the decisions.

The lady's face turned pale when she heard this, and she clutched his sleeve tightly, "What's wrong with my husband? How could you be in trouble?"

Song Yuanjiu had a hard time speaking out, "These are all court affairs, you are a woman and you don't understand."

Although the lady was soft-hearted, she was frightened at this moment, but she knew to hold on to the most important thing and asked, "Then my husband, tell me, are you wronged? If you are wronged, even if I risk my life, I will beat the drum for you and ask the emperor to redress your grievances."

Song Yuanjiu felt very uncomfortable. He held his wife's hand and spoke with difficulty, "It is not my fault. It is my fault that I deserve to die."

Mrs. Song threw herself into Song Yuanjiu's arms and cried.

Song Yuanjiu was heartbroken. "I have implicated my two sons. They cannot pass the imperial examinations. From now on, you must teach your sons to follow the right path and read wise books. Don't be disrespectful to the court. Everything is your own fault."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Song cried even harder and held on to her husband's clothes tightly, refusing to let go, fearing that if she let go, he would be arrested by the government.

Song's mother looked over from afar, walked quickly, pointed at her daughter-in-law's forehead angrily, and spat, "It's my birthday early in the morning, and you're crying!" As she said that, she was about to twist her daughter-in-law's ear.

Song Yuanjiu protected his wife behind him and looked at his mother sadly, "Mother, please be nicer to Han'er in the future. She is the only one you can rely on."

Song's mother didn't understand what he said. She straightened her back and said, "I saved money to support your studies and hoped that you would become an official. Now you have achieved success and fame. I rely on you, my son!"

Song Yuanjiu thought sadly, you can't rely on your son anymore. Your son is finished!

Seeing her son in a daze, Song's mother made arrangements unhappily, "Hurry up and get dressed, the guests will be coming soon." She stroked her hair, straightened her clothes, and said happily, "Son, what do you think of my outfit? Am I presentable?"

Song Yuanjiu looked at his mother dressed up in a new outfit, feeling sad as if he had lost his parents. He thought to himself, Mom, there will be no guests coming to visit.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Mrs. Song burst into tears again, and her ears turned red after being twisted by Song's mother.

Song Yuanjiu couldn't stop him.

Song's mother was the head of the family and always had the final say. She could not find a daughter-in-law, so she went to the outside to make arrangements.

She wondered why her son was so blind that he had to marry the youngest daughter of her third brother. There were so many women among the rich and powerful in the capital, who was not better than her niece who had never seen the world?

The Song family is deserted.

There were still quite a few colleagues who came to visit, all of them were lower-ranking officials who had not yet heard the news.

Song's mother knew how to look at the rank of an official's uniform, and also knew how to look at the regulations for carriages. She looked around, but didn't see an official she liked, and her eyes almost rolled back to the back of her head.

Until the sound of the iron chains of the Ministry of Justice drowned out the sound of firecrackers at the door at the auspicious time, the incense sticks for ancestor worship in the courtyard had not yet burned out.