High-class maid

"That unfilial son! He's really grown too big for his britches. He hasn't even become an official yet, and he's already so arrogant." Song Yanjiang was so angry that he grabbed the inkstone on the table and was about to smash it, but when he saw the precious inkstone, he sighed and put it down.

"You don't need to send anyone to look for me. I haven't appeared these days. Do you really not know why?" Song Wenyang's voice came from outside the door, sounding somewhat cold in the warm spring weather.

"What do you mean by that? Are you too busy to socialize, or am I getting in your way?" Song Yanjiang's eyes widened. If Song Wenheng were standing in front of him right now, he would have slapped him away long ago.

"Hmph, see for yourself!" Song Wenyang threw a piece of paper on the desk. It was covered with writing, and upon closer inspection, it looked like a government statement.

Song Yanjiang sensed that something was very wrong. He looked at Song Wenyang, but picked up the confession on the table and started reading. The more he read, the angrier he became, until his hands began to tremble with anger.

"That unfilial son! He never stops! Where is he? Go and bring him here!" Song Yanjiang roared at the guards.

"Your good son has done such a heinous thing, don't you have anything to say?" Song Wenyang said, looking at Song Yanjiang.

It turned out that the paper was indeed a confession, in which he explained how he was bribed by Song Wenheng and how he committed the murder.

“He was just a servant, so he can die. But I will not tolerate this unfilial son. He has really grown bold. He dares to kill someone today, and he will dare to beat his father tomorrow!” Song Yanjiang said angrily.

His anger stemmed more from Song Wenheng's arbitrary killings; who the victims were, it had nothing to do with him.

"Ha," Song Wenyang chuckled mockingly. "Look at him, He Bo, who is so important to him, is just a servant in their eyes!"

"A servant? In your eyes, Uncle He is just a servant? That's right. When I was a child, I had a high fever, and it was this servant who broke his leg and called a doctor for me! The first time I left the manor, it was this servant who took me out! On my birthday, only this servant celebrated my birthday! And now you call him just a worthless servant?"

Song Wenyang pressed closer, his eyes bloodshot, clearly determined to demand an explanation from He Bo.

"Where's Heng'er? Where did you take him? You've gotten so bold as to go to Lingshan Temple to arrest someone. Do you really think the Emperor wouldn't dare to do anything to you? Even if he turns a blind eye, what about the Crown Prince?" Song Yanjiang was furious. Neither of these two brothers gave him any peace of mind.

"Bring him up." Song Wenyang growled at the door. Soon after, two men in black carried the nearly unconscious Song Wenheng inside.

"Heng'er." Song Yanjiang looked at Song Wenheng and subconsciously wanted to step forward to observe, but Song Wenyang blocked him in front of him.

"What, you're heartbroken over the fact that I only beat your son up? What if he died a horrible death in front of you?" Song Wenyang said sarcastically.

"You, you're going too far! He's still your nominal brother!" Song Yanjiang shouted loudly, not caring if anyone heard him.

The maid at the door shrank back, wishing she didn't have ears. What if she was killed to silence her?

"Ha, I treat him like a younger brother? Does he treat me like an older brother? What, you're not happy that I came in first place? If you're not happy, then go and learn. What's wrong with bullying an old man?" Song Wenyang walked up to Song Wenheng, grabbed his collar and asked.

"Hahaha, I love watching you go crazy. You're always so high and mighty, like nothing can affect you. What's with the high and mighty attitude? You're just an imposter."

Song Wenheng stared at Song Wenyang with bloodshot eyes. Anyone who didn't know better would think the two were enemies. Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, making him look both crazy and terrifying.

*Slap.* Song Wenyang couldn't help but slap him hard, and Song Wenheng's front tooth flew out instantly.

"Me, superior? Did you know that your dear grandmother used a curse on me? Did you know that your dear mother sent me women to distract me from studying before my imperial examination? I never thought of taking anything from you; I just wanted a legitimate identity. It's your family that can't tolerate me!"

Song Wenyang roared angrily.

Song Yanjiang, who was about to step forward to stop him, was also stunned. He did not expect that Song Wenyang had so many things on his mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Grandmother was the kindest of all. She loved you the most when she was alive. And Lin Xiangyu, it was clearly you who took a liking to her and specifically asked her to come with you to Jinling. Otherwise, my cousin would have married me!"

Song Wenheng shook his head, looking incredulous. Although he believed Song Wenyang's words to a large extent, his reason told him that he still wanted to fight for it.

"Fool!" Song Wenyang sneered, then continued...

"You want to marry Lin Xiangyu? The Lin family is not what it used to be, and Lin Xiangyu is five years older than you. Do you think your mother will agree? Besides, my grandmother loves me the most. Ask yourself honestly, how much of her private savings have she given you? I have never seen a single copper coin from her in my life!"

Song Wenheng was stunned for a moment, even forgetting the pain in his face. He didn't want to believe Song Wenyang's words, but his father didn't refute them, so everything was true.

"Yang'er, calm down. Your younger brother has been spoiled by Madam Lin since he was little. It's normal that he can't adjust to it right away," Song Yanjiang comforted him.

"Get over it? I have nothing to get over. How do we resolve this?" Song Wenyang asked, arms crossed, coldly watching the father and son.

"Look at the state you've created for him! Isn't that enough to vent your anger? Do you really want him to pay for a servant's life? Do you really want me to be childless?" Song Yanjiang said helplessly.

"There's no need to worry about having no descendants. I'm still your good son." Song Wenyang smiled wickedly, a smile that sent a chill down Song Wenheng's spine.

"Eat this." Song Wenyang took out a pill and handed it to Song Wenheng.

"What, what is this? I won't eat it, Father, save me!" Song Wenheng shouted in fear.

"Yang'er, don't go too far!" Song Yanjiang reached out to snatch the pills.

However, he was no match for Song Wenyang, especially since Song Wenyang had already turned evil. Therefore, before Song Yanjiang could reach out, he stuffed the pill into Song Wenheng's mouth.

Song Wenheng opened his mouth as if to spit it out, but Song Wenyang pinched his mouth shut and forced him to swallow it.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a pill to make him unable to have children again. Don't think I don't know that although you can't leave Lingshan Temple, the nuns there have already been defiled by you. Do you want the Song family to raise a bunch of children of unknown origin?"

Song Wenyang turned to Song Yanjiang and asked.

"Hmph, what right do you have to interfere? What's wrong with me playing with nuns? At least I like women, unlike you, with your homosexual tendencies, you're a disgrace to the Song family!"

Song Wenheng roared defiantly. If it weren't for the men in black holding him back, he probably would have already rushed up to Song Wenyang and started hitting him.

Song Wenyang was amused by the situation. He didn't know when it had started, but rumors had been circulating in the capital that although the eldest son of the Song family was handsome, he was not interested in women and might have homosexual tendencies. He didn't expect that Song Wenheng had taken it to heart. Well, that was fine too, as it could be considered a way of protecting Xing'er.