High-class maid

Chapter 301 The Emperor Soothes the Child

"Not at the Song residence? Where could he be? What trick is this child playing?" the Emperor muttered to himself.

Eunuch Su pursed his lips and remained silent. Look, look, this is the difference between children. If other princes were this unreliable, the Emperor would probably have suspected them of having ulterior motives long ago. But it is Young Master Song who is unreliable. The Emperor is probably reflecting on where he went wrong.

Just as Eunuch Su had predicted, the Emperor did not sleep. Instead, he paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back. Finally, he stopped pacing and gave an order.

"No, I need to leave the palace to go to the Song residence. Is he seriously injured and doesn't want me to worry? You stay in the palace and don't let anyone in."

"Your Majesty, how can this old servant feel at ease letting you go? Please allow this old servant to go with you," Eunuch Su pleaded.

He absolutely denies that he wants to read gossip.

He absolutely refused to admit that he wanted to see what it was like for the emperor to coax people.

"No, what if someone comes looking for me? Only if you stand guard outside the palace will no one suspect that I am not in the palace."

Well, Eunuch Su's little scheme failed.

The emperor didn't even have time to change his clothes before leaving the palace with a few bodyguards.

He easily found his way to the Song residence (actually, Song Yanjiang let him pass). The moonlight was still familiar, and the windows were still familiar. This time, the emperor had learned his lesson and did not trip over them.

He had barely stopped and hadn't even turned around when Song Wenyang's voice came from behind him.

"It is not the behavior of a gentleman for His Majesty to visit the Song residence in the middle of the night."

The Emperor secretly patted his chest, then turned around with a smile and said...

"Even a gentleman takes shortcuts sometimes. Besides, if you didn't want to see me, would I have bothered to sneak over the wall at night to see you? It's all because I care about you."

Oh, you're acting all wronged now.

"It's alright. The imperial physician sent by the Emperor is highly skilled. The wound has already been bandaged. Young people recover quickly, and he should be able to attend court in a few days."

Song Wenyang poured himself a cup of tea, but showed no intention of pouring one for the Emperor.

The Emperor didn't seem to mind. He lifted his skirt and sat down on the stool, then asked, as if he were being very serious.

"Why didn't you go to the palace to report to your master? Do you know that today is a great opportunity for promotion and advancement? What are you really thinking?"

He was somewhat disappointed in the child, as he truly didn't know what the child wanted.

"Promotion and rank? What's the use of a high official position when you're about to lose your life?" Song Wenyang said self-deprecatingly, taking a sip of tea.

As expected, he was still angry, the Emperor thought to himself.

"This matter involves many people. Give me some time, and I will definitely avenge you." The emperor's voice lacked conviction.

"If the one injured right now were the murderer, someone would probably have already been buried with him. Saying there are too many people involved is just because I am not worthy of your concern."

"Do you know who the murderer is?"

"I'm not stupid."

Song Wenyang was still angry, and his tone of voice was rather unpleasant.

At this moment, he was truly resentful. They were both his sons, so why was he able to send someone to assassinate him without any consequences?

"He is the Crown Prince. Even if we want to convict him, we need sufficient evidence. If we punish him simply because you were injured, you will also be put in the spotlight," the Emperor said.

"Come on, I'm just a wild child who started out halfway through my life. How can I compare to the noble heir you've carefully groomed? I know you can't do anything, so there's no need for you to pretend here."

After finishing his speech, Song Wenyang put down his teacup, turned around, and lay down on the bed, leaving only his back to the emperor.

The Emperor sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, stroked Song Wenyang's hair, and explained as if coaxing a child.

“I am a failed father. I was once out of favor, and I hated my father so much back then! I hated his favoritism. No matter how well I did, I couldn’t compare to the Crown Prince at the time. I swore when I was young that if I had children in the future, I would never let them suffer the same injustices I had suffered.”

"I didn't expect that I still wronged you."

Song Wenyang remained silent, only a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"Precisely because he is the crown prince, I will not tolerate him making such a mistake. What kind of compensation do you want?" The emperor continued to coax him with rare patience.

Song Wenyang initially didn't want to pay him any attention, but then thought that he might as well take advantage of the situation, so he turned around and said...

"Xing'er's pickled vegetable shop will open in the east of the city tomorrow."

The rest you can figure out yourself.

The Emperor felt even more exhausted than dealing with his ministers. After careful consideration, he cautiously spoke.

"Should I send someone to deliver congratulatory gifts?"

"Forget it, she's not the kind of person who would climb the social ladder to wealth. If someone from the palace went, it would probably be a burden to her."

"Then, shall I send someone to buy some pickled vegetables tomorrow?"

"Forget it. If someone with ulterior motives makes a fuss about the pickled vegetables, she can't bear the consequences if any master in the palace gets a stomachache after eating them," Song Wenyang refused.

"So what exactly do you want me to do?!"

The Emperor took a deep breath and asked.

"do not know."

"How about I order some pickled vegetables to send to the generals returning from the frontier? They've never been used to the food in the capital, so these pickled vegetables should suit their tastes."

They won't let me send congratulatory gifts, and they won't let me buy food to eat in the palace. Is that alright now?

"Ah."

Song Wenyang was very satisfied.

"Alright, go to sleep, don't think about so much." The Emperor tucked the blanket around him and patted his back like he was comforting a child.

This was the first time Song Wenyang had ever been put to sleep since he could remember, and it was also the first time the Emperor had ever been put to sleep by someone else since he could remember.

Song Wenyang wanted to politely decline, but he was really tempted by the feeling. In addition, he had been running around all day, changed his medicine and taken medicine, and now he was negotiating with the emperor. He was already exhausted.

Finally, with the emperor's pats, he actually fell asleep peacefully.

The emperor looked at the sleeping boy on the bed. The boy's face resembled his own. He had lost his mother at a young age and was cursed. He had finally been cured of the curse, but then he was assassinated!

His fists clenched; it was all his fault.

The next day, as dawn broke, the Shen family got up.

Looking at the transformed Shen Xing'er, Wang felt that she herself had become much younger.

"Mother, how do I look in this outfit today? Does it match my headdress?"

Shen Xing'er walked up to Wang Shi and turned around.

She was dressed in a peach-colored dress, and to show that she was important, she wore a ruby ​​peach blossom hairpin that the princess had given her, and a pair of red glass gourd earrings. On her left hand was the bracelet that Shan Tao had given her last time, and on her right hand was the bracelet that Song Wenyang had given her.

"So beautiful, so beautiful! My daughter is the most beautiful."

Wang praised him sincerely.

When Song Wenyang arrived at the Shen family's residence, he stood at the door, stunned. Shen Xing'er always appeared without makeup. The last time he saw her with makeup was when she went to the palace. Now, she was wearing full makeup again. Song Wenyang felt as if his heart had been struck by something.

"Wen Yang is here? We haven't eaten yet, let's grab something to eat together."

When Wang saw Song Wenyang standing at the door, she greeted him warmly.