High-class maid

Chapter 300 Team Building

Yun Changqing nodded, then walked away without looking back.

He wasn't that stupid. Even if the emperor hadn't told him, he wouldn't have spread this matter, because it involved the crown prince!

After Yun Changqing left, the Emperor slumped into his chair and rubbed his temples. Song Wenyang and his group had discovered the secret of the Suzhou officials. An official using the alias Parrot had arranged for assassins to kill them and then fled. He couldn't believe that the Crown Prince hadn't given instructions.

"What has the Crown Prince been up to lately?" he asked Eunuch Su, turning around.

"Your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has not left the Crown Prince's residence recently. I heard he only went to the Empress's place," Eunuch Su replied with increasing respect.

Tsk tsk tsk, one is the son of the beloved emperor, the other is the son of the current empress. It remains to be seen how the emperor will choose.

"I am a gossip," Su Gonggong thought to himself.

"Summon the imperial physician to the Song residence to treat the top scholar, and also bring along any rare medicinal herbs from the palace. Use whatever medicine you can find; if anything is lacking, just come to the palace to report it," the Emperor instructed.

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Eunuch Su was about to leave. This matter concerned the Emperor's precious son, and he was unwilling to entrust it to others. He felt more at ease making the trip himself.

"Wait a minute."

The emperor seemed to have thought of something again.

"Song Zhuangyuan has made meritorious contributions to the investigation in Suzhou this time. I hereby grant him permission to recuperate in his residence for ten days. He may return to court once he has recovered."

"Yes."

At this moment, Song Wenyang didn't care how tormented the emperor was; he was having dinner with Shen Xing'er and her family at Zuixianlou.

"Everyone, please sit down and don't be shy. It's fate that brought us together. Tomorrow is the opening day of Wang's Pickled Vegetables. Let's all eat and drink well tonight and get ready for tomorrow's challenges!"

Shen Kun said.

It turned out that he had gathered all the embroiderers from Jinxiufang and the servants that the Shen family had bought recently at Zuixianlou, so that everyone could get to know each other.

In Xing'er's words, it was a team-building activity.

"Yes, I wish you great success!"

"Master's business is getting better and better, reaching new heights!"

The embroiderers and servants exchanged auspicious words.

"Haha, then I'll take your good wishes. I've ordered two tables of the best food for you. We'll sit separately, men and women. If you need anything, just come find me in the private room upstairs."

After Shen Kun finished speaking, he waved to everyone and went upstairs.

He originally wanted to order three tables of food to eat with the servants, but Xing'er said that they might feel awkward if he was there, especially since Wen Yang was also there. They could eat with the servants, but Wen Yang was an official of the court, so they should sit in a private room.

Just as Xing'er had said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Shen Kun left. Then, seeing the food they couldn't usually eat, they ate and drank heartily, creating quite a lively scene.

The meal is over.

"Father, Mother, I'm going to Xingsong to see Wenyang off," Shen Xing'er said upon returning home.

Well, it's the same familiar process again.

Shen Kun rolled his eyes at her, a rare occurrence for him.

“Go ahead, go ahead,” Wang said.

She turned to Shen Kun and offered her advice.

"The two haven't seen each other for over a month, let them say a few words."

"Hmph." Shen Kun snorted coldly, got up and went back to his room to sleep.

Shen Xing'er escorted Song Wenyang to the alley entrance and then said...

"Don't come tomorrow, stay home and recover."

Song Wenyang tensed up, and asked in shock.

"You...you knew everything? Did Xiaotong tell you?"

"How long are you planning to keep this from me? Don't you know you're injured? Why are you still acting so stubborn? Can't you stay home and recover?"

After Shen Xing'er finished speaking, she turned her back to him and stopped looking at him.

"Good Xing'er, I just didn't want you to worry. It's just a minor injury. You can feel it if you don't believe me," Song Wenyang coaxed as he walked up to her.

Shen Xing'er gently tapped Song Wenyang's injured arm, causing him to wince in pain.

"Still being stubborn? Do you really think you're made of iron?"

Song Wenyang didn't dare to argue. He knew Xing'er felt sorry for him, so he mustered his courage, stepped forward, and hugged Shen Xing'er, saying...

"I understand. I'll be more careful in the future. Please don't be angry, okay?"

"What did you promise me when you left? You acted like a hero for a moment, but what am I supposed to do if something unexpected happens?" Shen Xing'er said, her eyes reddening.

By the moonlight, Song Wenyang saw her red eyes and felt his heart clench.

He didn't say anything, just nodded and hugged Shen Xing'er even tighter.

"I'm not trying to stop you from getting promoted, but please don't lie to me next time, okay? If I had known you were injured earlier, I definitely wouldn't have let you come with me for even a day. What if you got a fever?"

It's no wonder Shen Xing'er made a mountain out of a molehill; in ancient times, a fever could really be fatal.

"Good Xing'er, I understand. How did you find out I was injured?" Song Wenyang asked in confusion.

Shen Xing'er rolled her eyes at him and then said

"This morning when I grabbed your arm, why did you instinctively dodge? You've been moving this arm all day, why are you afraid to move the other one? Why are you wearing dark clothes in the middle of summer? Tonight when I ate next to you, I smelled blood on you."

"I see. Xing'er really has a discerning eye. I am ashamed of my own inferiority," Song Wenyang joked.

"Hmph, still spouting nonsense? Hurry back to the manor and get your wound bandaged!"

Shen Xing'er broke free from his embrace and pushed him away.

"Okay, I will definitely come tomorrow!" Song Wenyang pleaded.

"Then you should go back and get it bandaged quickly."

Song Wenyang then left, turning back every few steps.

"Young Master, you're finally back! The imperial physician and Eunuch Su sent by His Majesty just arrived, and that's when I learned you were injured. Is your injury healed?"

Aunt Sun, who had been waiting at the Song residence, said that although Song Yanjiang, who was standing next to her, did not speak, his eyes clearly showed concern.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. I can walk and jump. And what about Eunuch Su?"

Song Wenyang only saw the imperial physician standing to the side, but did not see Eunuch Su.

"He arrived early in the morning and even had dinner at the mansion. Seeing that the palace gates were about to close, he reluctantly returned to the palace to report back," said Madam Sun.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you go to the palace to report first?" Song Yanjiang asked after seeing that Song Wenyang was indeed alright.

"Let's go back inside and talk about it."

“We’ll talk about court matters later. Let the imperial physician examine your wound first,” Madam Sun interrupted him.

Song Yanjiang was taken aback. How could he have noticed that the usually gentle and understanding Madam Sun was so opinionated when she was with Wen Yang? Could it be that the two of them...

Song Wenyang was unaware that his father suspected him; all he wanted to do was get a good night's sleep.

The servants in the Song household were running around in a frenzy, and the emperor in the palace was also in a state of great anxiety.

"You mean you didn't see him? Is it true that you didn't see him, or did that brat deliberately hide?" the Emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, it seems that Scholar Song is not in the residence. This servant believes that Lord Song is unaware of his return to the capital," said Eunuch Su.