High-class maid

Seeing that he had taken her words to heart, Madam Sun smiled and stepped forward to offer her advice.

"Young Master, the Master has fainted from a stroke, and the Eldest Young Master is far away in Jinling. Our Song family is counting on you. Please don't let us down!"

Upon hearing Madam Sun's words, Song Wenheng was enlightened. Yes! His father was ill, and his brother was not in the capital. Why was he arguing with a concubine? He was the true master of the Song family!

Thinking of this, Song Wenheng stopped crying and fussing. He wiped his face haphazardly, then straightened his chest and said...

“What Auntie says makes sense. In that case, I’ll go ahead and greet the guests. Auntie, please don’t hold us back. If you don’t embarrass the Song family, I will have Father reward you when he wakes up.”

Sun concealed her impatience, bowed, and replied, "Yes."

"Fool!" After Song Wenheng had walked away, Madam Sun muttered under her breath.

The son of a newcomer still wants the Song family mansion? Doesn't he know his own worth? Now that the person who killed the young lady is dead, the Song family mansion... can only belong to the young lady's son!

After gathering her thoughts, Mrs. Sun went to greet the other mourners.

The Lin family had suppressed her for many years, and now she was dead without any effort on her part. The next target would be Song Wenheng.

"Is anyone there, brother?" After finishing lunch, Shen Kun rushed to He Bo's house, hoping to see if he could help Song Wenyang.

"Brother Shen is here, come in quickly." Uncle He opened the door a crack and, seeing that it was Shen Kun, he was relieved and opened the door to invite him in.

"Sigh." Shen Kun didn't waste any words and nimbly entered the courtyard.

“Um…” Shen Kun rubbed his hands together, afraid that Uncle He would think he was there to laugh at him, so he carefully considered how to start the conversation.

"Brother Shen, you might as well speak frankly. What happened?" Seeing his demeanor, He Bo felt uneasy. Could it be that something had happened to Miss Shen?

"It's nothing, nothing at all. I just heard that the two mistresses of the Song family had met with misfortune. I was worried that Young Master Song might not be able to take care of you while he was at home, so I came to ask how you were doing and if there was anything I could help you with." After Shen Kun finished speaking, he looked at Uncle He with concern, wanting to see how he was feeling.

He Bo was secretly overjoyed, but he couldn't show it. He replied, "Thank you for your concern, Brother Shen. I'm fine. I won't fall ill so as not to hold the young master back!"

"That's good, that's good. If you have any difficulties, come to my house. There will be people at my house these days."

"Alright, Brother Shen, you're too kind." Uncle He felt a warmth in his heart, and he was even more convinced that his young master had not misjudged him.

"You're welcome. It's only right. As the saying goes, a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative. As neighbors, it's only right that we help each other out," Shen Kun said.

"It's just an old problem of mine, but you can come and talk to me when you have time in the future. I get quite bored at home all by myself!" Uncle He said with a smile.

Shen Kun agreed, and seeing that He Bo seemed to be alright, he returned home reassured.

He Bo was in a good mood because someone was thinking of him and had someone to keep him company and talk to him for a while. He hummed a little tune as he walked back into the house, and unexpectedly saw Song Wenyang sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly out the window.

"Oh my young master, why didn't you sleep a little longer? Did I wake you up?" He Bo was startled by Song Wenyang and asked, patting his chest.

"What did Uncle Shen come here for?" Song Wenyang only heard Shen Kun's voice. Before he could even finish his question, Shen Kun was already gone.

"He heard that the two mistresses of the Song family had met with misfortune, and he was afraid that you would be unable to take care of me if you went to the Song family, so he came to check on my health." Uncle He closed the door and poured Song Wenyang a cup of hot water.

The young master had just fallen asleep drunk and was woken up again; he must have a terrible headache.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenyang felt a warmth in his heart; it seemed that there were still people who cared about him.

"Then you should trouble Uncle Shen to get on good terms with him. My marriage to Xing'er will depend entirely on Uncle He's mediation in the future," Song Wenyang said.

"Yes! Don't worry, young master! I will definitely live up to your expectations! If you can't marry Miss Shen, I won't live either!" After being idle for so many years, He Bo was finally given a new "mission" and made an extremely excited promise.

"Pfft!" Song Wenyang spat out a mouthful of tea. He said...

"No need, no need. It would be a bit much to ask you to risk your life. You should trust me!"

"Hehehe." Uncle He scratched his head, already thinking about what excuse to use to go to Shen Kun's house.

Inside the palace, the second prince was paying his respects to Consort Ru in her palace.

"Feng'er, these are auspicious days calculated by the Imperial Observatory. Take a look." Consort Ru handed several booklets to the Second Prince.

"Your subject... Your subject will listen to Mother Consort." Murong Feng glanced at it a few times and then put the book aside. If you looked closely, you could even see that his face was red.

"Look at him, we're arranging an engagement for him, not getting him married, and he's already getting shy," Consort Ru said with a smile, teasing the nanny behind her.

"Mother, please don't tease your son. His Highness the Crown Prince is not engaged yet. Is it appropriate for me to choose a date?" Although the Second Prince was happy, he did not lose his mind.

"Good child, I'm sorry you've been wronged. The auspicious day for the Crown Prince has already been chosen. The dates sent by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau are all after the Crown Prince's."

Consort Ru patted the Second Prince's head tenderly. If her family background were not so illustrious, her son would not have to always be behind the Crown Prince.

"If it weren't for my son's ambition, your father wouldn't have agreed to such a good marriage. Your mother is useless; I couldn't help you at all." As Consort Ru spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

She was very pleased with the marriage. She had been biding her time in the palace for many years and hadn't even started to scheme, yet her son had already secured the marriage for himself. How could she not be happy?

"Mother, this is a joyous occasion, why are you crying?" The Second Prince panicked and hurriedly wiped away Consort Ru's tears.

"May your Majesty be blessed with peace and prosperity."

The voice of the head palace maid came from outside the door, and the second prince and his mother hurriedly composed themselves and got up to greet the emperor.

"No need for formalities, please sit down." The Emperor strode in, and Consort Ru got up, took off his cloak, poured him a cup of tea, and then sat down.

"Ru'er's tea is still the best. What are you two talking about? Why are you both so cheerful?"

The Emperor was pleased with Consort Ru's thoughtfulness and was therefore willing to give her some dignity.

"Your Majesty, these are auspicious days sent by the Imperial Observatory. I am currently choosing a date with Feng'er," Consort Ru said with a smile. She gave a subtle wink, and the nanny behind her immediately handed the booklet to the Emperor.

"Indeed, they are all auspicious days, but why are they all in June or July?" the Emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Household Department is also preparing for the Crown Prince's engagement ceremony, followed by the Second Prince's. The longer interval is to ensure that each prince's marriage can be completed smoothly," said Eunuch Su as he stepped forward.