Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Song Zhi's expression changed, "Be careful with your words."

Cang Qiong waved his hand, "Don't worry, we are all family here."

Song Zhi disagreed, saying, "Walls have ears. It's always better to be cautious."

The emperor was already wary of Mu Nanqi, and it would be disastrous if he knew about such remarks.

"How did you explain your eye injury to Madam Cang?" Song Zhi changed the subject.

"Well, I said a mosquito landed in my eye while I was sleeping, and I wanted to slap it, but I hit it a little too hard and that's what happened."

"Mrs. Cang believes it?"

"She didn't question it, and she even asked me to come here to change the medicine."

Song Zhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Okay, that's it. You change the medicine and I'll go look somewhere else."

Cang Qiong said, "If you're looking for medicinal herbs with good ingredients, I guarantee that if they're not available here, they definitely won't be found anywhere else."

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be medicinal.”

This is filial piety. If it is framed, it will seem like completing a task.

Cang Jing shrugged and showed a casual expression.

After walking around the city for a whole day, Song Zhi still couldn't find a gift that suited his taste, and he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy when he returned home in the evening.

During the meal, Song Yang asked mysteriously, "Zhi'er, is that Young Master Cang really a homosexual?"

Song Zhi paused while picking up the food and said in a long tone, "Of course. Why do you ask that?"

Song Yang said, "I met Master Cang and Madam Cang during the day. They said that their silly son must have finally found a woman he likes, and that they should even be getting along pretty well."

"what?"

"Really? Madam Cang said that she smelled a girl's fragrance on Young Master Cang this morning. It must have been picked up in the women's boudoir."

"what??"

"But Madam Cang is also very worried because Young Master Cang has injuries on his face. She is afraid that Young Master Cang was beaten for breaking into someone's boudoir."

"what???"

"Ahhh, what are you talking about? Dad is talking to you about something serious." Song Yang glared at her.

"Cough cough..."

Song Zhi swallowed the food in his mouth awkwardly, wondering if that woman's boudoir could be hers.

"Dad, how could I lie to you? He really is gay."

"Then what did Madam Cang say?"

"Isn't that Cang Jing's trick? He's probably afraid Madam Cang will find out, so he's deliberately showing it to Madam Cang."

"But……"

"Even if he likes a woman, forcing his way into her bedroom shows that he has bad character and is not worth marrying."

Song Zhi's analysis was well-reasoned and he silently apologized to Cang Jian again in his heart.

Song Yang was so stunned by the trick that he finally said weakly, "I'm not sure she was beaten for breaking into the boudoir. That's just a guess."

Song Zhi pretended not to hear and ate the food in big mouthfuls.

……

Without the Queen and Mu Qinghan jumping out from time to time to annoy people, and without any movement from Song Yale's side, Song Zhi had a few rare days of peace.

During this period, she finally found a suitable gift, which was a very exquisite brush.

Song Yang was a civil official, and this was very practical for him.

Two days later, they received the letter sent by Song Chenfeng from the border and the birthday gift he brought to Song Yang.

It was a coat made of wolfskin.

The letter said that this was a desert wolf unique to the border, with gray and white fur. It was very smart and cunning, and also very ferocious, so few people could catch it. He was lucky enough to come across a seriously injured one and had the opportunity to subdue it.

The outer shirt has a great feel, and one can easily imagine how majestic this desert wolf must have looked in life.

Song Yang held the shawl and scolded with a smile, "You little bastard, you still remember that he has a father."

He laughed, his eyes reddening as he stroked the fur with his fingers, "Fighting with wolves is so dangerous."

Song Zhi said, "Don't worry, my brother said he encountered a seriously injured wolf. He won't attack if he's not sure."

"That's a wolf, too. What if something happens to it?"

Song Yang's gaze was long, and after a long pause he said, "The children of our Song family must die on the battlefield."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, Dad, this is your fault. Why do you say such unlucky words for no reason? This is your brother's intention, you should be happy." Song Zhi pulled Song Yang's arm and pretended to be angry.

"it is good."

Song Yang calmed down and nodded with satisfaction, then walked away holding the coat like a treasure.

Song Zhize sat down and read the letter Song Chenfeng wrote to her alone. The letter first introduced the scenery of the border, and then wrote two pages of irrelevant greetings.

If such a letter was given to others, there would definitely be no sign of anything unusual. However, after Song Zhi extracted it, he obtained a secret message: 'Meng Qi will return to Beijing next month to report on his work, and the net can be closed.'

She smiled happily. Good, everything was going according to her plan.

This time, she really wanted to see how far the emperor could go to protect Mu Qinghan's position as crown prince.

Since Meng Qi is coming back next month, she has to make some preparations in advance.

Before that, there is still time to arrange Daddy’s birthday.

Because Song Yang was demoted not long ago, and the royal family has not made clear its attitude towards their Song family, in order to protect herself, Song Zhi guessed that not many people would come to the birthday party this year.

In previous years, she had to prepare dozens of banquet tables, but this year she only had five tables prepared.

She thought that with the way the Song family had treated people before, there would always be some talented people coming, especially those who had received their favors, who would not avoid them like the plague.

However, it turned out that she was still too young. When people weigh the pros and cons, they don't have much humanity to speak of.

Even though there were only five tables, three were empty.

The two tables were filled with Song Yang's disciples, and none of the officials he used to be friends with came.

Song Yang's smile was a little forced, but he was afraid of disturbing Song Zhi and Sun, so he forced himself to be indifferent and said, "In previous years, too many people would have been a nuisance, but this year it's just right. It would be a waste of those dishes, so why not pack them up and give them to the beggars in the city."

Sun was very dissatisfied and said in a low voice, "They are all fence-sitters who change their attitude according to the situation. When the master was the prime minister, they all rushed to curry favor with him. Now, when something happens, they immediately change their attitude."

In fact, Song Yang has always felt this difference in treatment in the court during this period, but he thinks that a real man can bend and stretch and doesn't care.

Until now, he looked at the disciples sitting there and said, "I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position."

The students immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Teacher, you are so kind. Without you, we wouldn't be where we are today. No matter what, we are willing to stand by you through thick and thin."

Song Yang felt a little comforted. He sat quietly on the stool, and mentally took note of all those who did not come.

Song Zhi noticed the atmosphere was off, and quickly said, "Well, it's all my fault for being so busy sending out invitations that I didn't ask in advance who would be coming before preparing so much wine and drinks. I was inconsiderate. Now it's better this way. They're all family members coming, so we can just close the door and treat it as a family dinner."

As she said this, she stood up and took control of the situation in an orderly manner. With her antics, the atmosphere finally eased up.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing and getting ready to eat, a sarcastic voice sounded at the entrance.

"Oh, I never thought that the birthday banquet of the once glorious Prime Minister would be so bleak now."