Mother, I have returned to the throne.

Do you want face?

The prince asked me to borrow money. Can you really say that?

Song Qi curled his lips, wishing he could scold Song Yuan.

But he really didn't have the courage to do it in public.

If he really did, wouldn't that mean he was guilty of threatening Song Yuan?

Now, the only option is to spend money to avoid disaster.

Spend some money and shut this guy up.

The envoys from the barbarians are about to arrive, and this kid will be humiliated.

According to his and his father-in-law's calculations, Song Yuan was bound to be in trouble.

Wouldn't it be better to deal with him then?

“Brother, look at what you said, your face is the face of the royal family, isn’t it money?”

"How much do you want?"

In order to save face, Song Qi waved his hand and said generously.

Song Yuan smiled from the bottom of his heart.

I just like you, the one who acts like a big shot!

"Third brother, I'll go back and do some calculations. You know, my mother's family is the Zhenbei Palace... We have to follow all the necessary etiquette. Also, by then, there will probably be hundreds of tables for the banquet alone!"

Do you know that people even go to the banquet hosted by the impoverished prince?

The Third Prince curled his lips and interrupted, "Brother, just tell me directly, how much is the difference?"

"The cost of the wedding is about 43,000 taels, and I still need..." Song Yuan raised four fingers.

"Forty thousand taels!"

Do you want face?

Only have three thousand taels to hold your own wedding?

You want me to pay you 40,000 taels? Are you crazy?

Song Qi's brows were furrowed like a mountain, and the blue veins on his face were slightly exposed.

According to the rules of the dynasty, the monthly salary of these princes was no more than 200 taels.

As soon as Song Yuan said it, it was 40,000.

Is this a fucking house raid?

No, I can’t keep getting entangled with this kid!

Song Qi glared at Song Yuan fiercely and took out a stack of banknotes from his arms.

"Brother, I'm not saying this nonsense, but you keep asking for 40,000 taels. Even if you sell me off, I might not be able to raise that much."

"That's all I have on me this time. I'll give it all to you!"

Song Yuan counted them and smiled happily.

Song Qi was indeed worthy of being the son-in-law of a powerful minister, carrying with him 18,000 taels of silver notes.

What a rich dog owner!

"Third brother, remember, you still owe me twenty thousand taels of silver, and I'll take the change!"

Looking at Song Qi's fleeing back, Song Yuan shouted with a smile.

poof...

Song Qi staggered.

After stopping, he didn't dare to look back, pretending that he didn't hear anything. He ran away and hid in the crowd in a few steps.

"hey-hey……"

Holding the thick stack of banknotes in his hand, Song Yuan counted them again and again, and the saliva on his fingers almost soaked the banknotes.

Situ Jing, who was standing aside, wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It’s so embarrassing to be with Song Yuan!

"Have you counted enough? Put them away quickly, don't embarrass yourself!"

"My dear, don't be so stern. You also have a share of this money. You should be happy!"

Song Yuan ignored Situ Jing's contemptuous look and felt proud instead of being ashamed.

He happily put the banknotes in his arms, but felt unsafe, so he took off his boots and stuffed them into the soles of his shoes.

"You..." Situ Jing saw Song Yuan sitting on the ground in public, and she felt a black screen in front of her eyes.

He quickly stepped back and kept some distance from Song Yuan.

Deep down, he had made up his mind that whoever wanted to follow him could come, but he would never go with Song Yuan even if he died!

What a shame!

However, it must be said that after this farce, Song Yuan stood up again.

The area just a dozen meters away from me has become a no-man's land!

Those princesses and princes saw Song Yuan from a distance and regretted that they could not run fast enough.

Who dares to come up and fight with him?

Being entangled by this little bastard is not only embarrassing, but also costing money. Who can afford such a loss?

At the banquet, Song Yuan was no longer in his previous state of dejection.

He suddenly transformed himself into a little bully!

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The protagonist Song Youji finally appeared, and all the ministers took their seats.

Situ Jing pulled Song Yuan and tried to hide in the corner.

Unfortunately, before the two could escape, they were caught by Eunuch Qiu who had arranged the location.

As a close confidant of the emperor, Eunuch Qiu understood Song Youji's attitude. In order to please him, he directly arranged Song Yuan between the fourth prince and the fifth princess.

"Hey, fourth brother, hello, have you eaten? By the way, big brother wants to tell you something!"

As soon as his butt touched the stool, Song Yuan immediately became restless.

Situ Jing wanted to grab his ears, drag him to the corner, and give him a good beating.

Cheap or not?

The Fourth Prince, who was greeted by Song Yuan, reacted violently. He covered his stomach and turned around and ran away.

No time to bother with etiquette.

Song Yuan was not satisfied yet and turned his attention to the fifth princess standing beside him.

"Fifth sister, I vaguely remember that we had the best relationship when we were young. Now that my eldest brother is getting married..."

"Father, I'm not feeling well. I'll go back and rest first!" The fifth princess was even more straightforward. She took advantage of her gender advantage and left the table directly.

Around Song Yuan, it suddenly became a Shura field.

"That's enough!" Situ Jing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Boy, aren't you embarrassed enough?

He is a troublemaker, and you are a piece of shit now.

That’s enough, be quiet!

"Can't you see that they don't dare to mess with me? You have no vision!"

Song Yuan muttered softly, counting the harvest, it was almost enough.

It actually calmed things down.

He sat at the table, a brainstorming session going on in his head.

"Now that we're wealthy, shouldn't we cultivate confidants and prepare for a rebellion?"

"When it comes to lacking something, start with the people around you. Can you recruit this girl, Situ Jing, to serve you?"

Song Yuan turned his head and glanced at Situ Jing.

What he got in return was the other party's ridicule: "Don't look at me, I've had enough. If you look at me again, do you believe I will dig your eyes out?"

Okay, Situ Jing is basically ruled out!

But in a flash, Song Yuan thought of Ye Xuan's gaze, the only one who did not leave when he went to Zhenbei Palace today.

The aunt seemed to have noticed something.

If it really doesn't work, why don't you go talk to your aunt first?

It’s quite exciting to think about it!

……

"Summon the Barbarians' delegation to an audience!"

Finally, Eunuch Qiu's shrill voice echoed.

The banquet finally got on track.

The barbarian delegation came forward with great momentum, and the one leading them was none other than the high priest Bulma!

But no one expected that after coming to the Qin Dynasty, these barbarians would still dare to be so arrogant.

Bulma took the lead, and no one in the delegation behind him knelt down.

The high priest raised his head to the sky and snorted coldly at Song Youji.

"Hmph, Your Majesty, you're putting on such a grand display, are you hoping to gain momentum?"

Pack!

So fucking pretentious!

"Asshole, you didn't kneel before entering the palace, are you looking for death?"

"You barbarians, you have no manners, and do you even know where this place is?"

"I am so angry! This shows that they don't even take our Great Qin seriously. Your Majesty, I challenge you to a battle!"

"Your Majesty, how can you tolerate this? Even if it takes the whole nation's might, we must fight this barbarian to the death. I am willing to lead the charge!"

The entire venue exploded.

Even the civil and military officials who originally advocated peace were instantly furious and jumped up in anger!

"Kneel down?" However, facing such an excited scene, the high priest Bulma just sneered.

"My barbarian nation has been established for a hundred years, and we have only one tradition: we kneel only to the strong, not to the defeated!"

Snapped……

Song Youji was furious and slammed the table.

Even though he had advised himself countless times not to act rashly, he couldn't help it at this moment.

"You are so arrogant. Have you forgotten the purpose of coming here?"

"The Great Qin has always treated its friends with kindness, but if they are enemies, do you really think the men of the Great Qin have no blood in them?"

Song Qi found the opportunity and quickly stood up to perform.

On Song Yuan's side, Situ Jing anxiously pulled Song Yuan's sleeve.

You're welcome!

Aren't you trying to show off?

Can I miss this opportunity?

Song Yuan has taken the saying "one cannot prop up rotten mud" to its extreme.

No matter how anxious Situ Jing was, I remained unmoved.

And just as the two were struggling, the situation on the field escalated again!

"What are we doing in Daqin? We're here for food. Listen carefully, you little brat, we barbarians don't ask for food, we take it!"

"If you dare not give it to me, you can try it yourself!"

High Priest Bulma pulled a frown on his face and said something that was tantamount to declaring war.

Now, Song Youji finally couldn't sit still anymore.

You've been stepped on by others, why don't you fight back?

If this matter gets out after tonight, I'm afraid people will laugh their heads off!

Even in today's Qin, the national strength has dropped sharply, and the court is divided because of the death of the prince.

You must also show your attitude!

Otherwise, the emperor’s work would be in vain!

"With your barbaric attitude, there's nothing more to discuss. Let's call it a day and disband!"

Song Youji waved his hand, stood up and was about to leave.

Bulma sneered and calmly took out a piece of wood from the follower behind her.

"Your Majesty, wait a minute!"

"It's easy to make us bow our heads. Although you, the Great Qin, are no match for us barbarians, we still have a chance!"

Just as Bulma opened her mouth, Song Yuan saw the Chu River and Han Street carved on the wooden board, and his whole body was shocked.

This... isn't this chess?