High-class maid

"Your Majesty!" Consort Yi cried out in shock.

What happened to making amends?

But the Emperor didn't even glance at Consort Yi, waving his hand to have her dragged away. For a woman who indirectly caused Yue'er's death, he had already shown enough mercy by not killing her.

In an instant, most of the people in the side hall left, leaving only the Emperor and Song Wenyang.

Because Song Wenyang had just coughed up blood from his heart, he was feeling unwell and was sitting in a chair, feeling uncomfortable.

"How are you? Are you feeling alright? Are you feeling better?" the Emperor asked him with concern, wanting to pat him with his hands, but not knowing where to start.

"It's nothing, thank you for saving my life, Your Majesty. I'll take my leave now." Song Wenyang reached out to block the emperor's advances, got up to leave, but was too weak and collapsed back into his chair.

"Yang'er!" The Emperor was startled and hurriedly went to help Song Wenyang, but Song Wenyang blocked him again, then looked at him coldly and said...

"Yang'er is not a name you should use."

The emperor's authority was challenged time and again, but he showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he looked at the young man before him with great admiration.

Not bad, he's got a temper!

"Yang'er, I know you resent me, but it's no use saying anything now. I only wish you safety," the emperor said, looking at Song Wenyang.

When he learned that Song Yanjiang never brought Song Wenyang to the palace, he had already vaguely guessed what was going on. When he saw Song Wenyang that day, he was both surprised and delighted.

Yue'er would rather her son be a carefree, wealthy young master than a prince. Since that's the case, she'll grant her wish.

"Are you still going back to Jinling? Now that your stepmother has been sentenced to death, it's the same if you study in the capital," the Emperor asked.

"No, it's time to finish what I started. I haven't said goodbye to the old friends in Jinling yet," Song Wenyang replied weakly.

"In that case, I will send someone to escort you back to Jinling. Are you confident about passing this year's imperial examination?"

"Of course I can." He was joking. If someone who had lived two lives couldn't even pass the imperial examinations, then what was the point of his rebirth?

“You are not allowed to use any other name to participate in the imperial examination. The eldest son of the Song family is your best choice. I know you resent them, but the more you resent them, the more you must use this name. This is what the Song family owes you.”

The emperor was afraid that the child would rebel, so he explained the reasons to him in detail.

"Ha, the Song family owes me, but what about you? What do you owe me? What about my mother? Isn't she innocent?" Song Wenyang's sarcastic remarks deeply stung the Emperor.

"No matter what you say, it can't make up for the fact that your mother has passed away. You've suffered all these years. As long as you're willing, I'll give you whatever you want," the Emperor said.

Song Wenyang rolled her eyes at him, then got up and left.

"Hey! When are you going back to Jinling?" the Emperor asked, reaching out his hand from behind.

"It's none of your business! Also, don't send anyone to follow me again! Otherwise, I'll kill them all!" Song Wenyang's voice came from the side hall, but he had already disappeared.

"This child has quite a temper," the Emperor chuckled, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

"Yue'er, do you see? Our child is strong and robust, even taller than me. He has a temper and a strong personality! He is not blinded by wealth and status. He is truly our good son!"

The emperor touched the ring on his hand that he had worn for more than ten years, and seemed to see the person in his dreams as he murmured to himself.

When Shen Xing'er and Wang Shi returned home, they found their carriage tied up at the gate. Wang Shi smiled and said...

"It seems your father has already returned home. I wonder if things went smoothly?"

"Whether it goes smoothly or not, we'll find out by asking him, won't we? Let's go." After saying that, Shen Xing'er ignored Wang Shi behind her and ran straight home.

"You silly girl, how come you're so unruly? I wonder who you took after." Wang shook her head helplessly, turned around, closed the courtyard gate, and went inside.

"Father? When did you come back?" Shen Xing'er called out from the doorway, seeing that the door to her parents' bedroom was closed and it was inconvenient to go in.

Shen Kun, who was inside the room, naturally heard his daughter's voice, but he was in a state of confusion and didn't know how to face his family, so he decided to lie in bed and pretend to be asleep.

"Xing'er, where's your father?" At this moment, Madam Wang also came over. She was puzzled to see her daughter standing at the door without going in.

"Shh, my father must be too tired. I called him but no one answered." Shen Xing'er gestured for Wang Shi to lower her voice.

“That makes sense. Your father got up very early today and drove the carriage all day. Let’s wait until he wakes up before asking him.” Wang Shi didn’t suspect anything and pulled Shen Xing’er away.

"Mother, then sleep with me tonight. You haven't slept with your daughter in so long," Shen Xing'er said coquettishly.

"Fine, so you're jealous of your dad? What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"My daughter isn't hungry."

“I’m not hungry either, let’s wash up and go to bed,” Wang said.

The mother and daughter's voices grew fainter and fainter. Lying in bed, Shen Kun listened to their voices and finally felt a little better.

How should I face them? Will they laugh at me?

"Master Hou? There's only one in the capital, is it really just a coincidence?"

"Should I go see him in my mother's place? But will he look down on me?"

"They must despise me, right? If it weren't for giving birth to me, my mother wouldn't have died in childbirth."

Shen Kun lay on the bed, lost in thought. He longed to see his maternal grandfather, but he was afraid of being kicked out. What if he went to see him secretly and his grandfather found out?

In a daze, Shen Kun fell asleep again.

The next day, he got up as if nothing had happened, and Wang had already prepared the meal.

"Husband, you're up. Come and have some food to warm yourself up." Seeing Shen Kun's listless appearance, Wang thought he was tired from yesterday, so she served him food and moved his chair.

“My lady, you don’t need to bother. I can do it myself.” Shen Kun took the bowl from Wang Shi’s hand and sat down.

"Father, how was yesterday? Did it go smoothly?" Shen Xing'er couldn't help but ask.

Shen Kun nodded and said, "Yes, everything went smoothly."

"That's good, that's good. I thought it would be a lot of trouble." Wang said happily, subconsciously wanting to celebrate, but then felt it was inappropriate, and finally glanced at Shen Kun apologetically.

"Father, don't be upset. We'll soon be free from slavery, and we can start a small business and build up our family fortune!" Shen Xing'er comforted him.

“Yes, my husband, Xing’er said she wants to open a clothing shop. Why don’t we go to the street and look at some shops today?” Madam Wang asked Shen Kun for his opinion.

"I still have some things to do today. I haven't finished the errands that Master Hou assigned me. You two go and see him." For some inexplicable reason, Shen Kun refused. He still wanted to go and see Master Hou.

"Oh, okay then." Shen Xing'er pouted, somewhat disappointed.