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Wu Rusong looked grim as he watched his son lying on the bed, while a woman beside him wept bitterly, wailing, "Master, you have to intervene for Yan'er. He's grown up, and you as his father have hardly ever laid a hand on him. But today, he almost got beaten to death by someone."
Wu Rusong ignored her and looked at the Gui Dao beside him, signaling with his eyes for him to come out. Gui Dao followed Wu Rusong to the courtyard.
The courtyard was very large, built by the water, surrounded by a lake on all sides, with excellent scenery. There was a pavilion in the courtyard, and from the pavilion, one could see the beautiful lake and mountains. The lake was like a mirror, clear and transparent, with fish playing in it from time to time. Willows hung by the lake, swaying with the wind, like mist and smoke.
Wu Rusong stood in the pavilion, looking at the lake, and said expressionlessly, "Didn't you say he was dead?"
Gui Dao stood by with a knife in hand and said, "He is dead. I buried him myself."
"Who's going to fight Yan'er today, Fierce ghosts?" Wu Rusong turned his head and stared at Gui Dao: "Do you know how much he will disrupt our plans if he's not dead?"
"I don't think he's Song Nian actually."
"What does it mean?"
"Do you remember the White Lotus Sect?" Gui Dao suddenly interjected.
"I remember. Three years ago, the late emperor raised the banner of rebellion, and then ordered Song Nian to lead the Secret Service Bureau to openly suppress and secretly assassinate. It was also at that time that Song Nian took the position of Secret Service Bureau Director." Wu Rusong said, "Why do you bring this up? What does it have to do with whether Song Nian is alive or dead?"
"Wu Gong may not know, but the White Lotus Sect has a unique skill of disguise, allowing them to pass off falsehood as truth. Outsiders cannot tell the difference, and this skill has been used to deceive the ignorant populace, enabling the sect to rapidly expand to its current scale. The White Lotus Sect, relying on impersonation of saints and buddhas, has only ever passed down the position of sect leader. Despite suffering a major setback three years ago, the White Lotus Sect has been quietly biding its time," Gui Dao paused before continuing, "Wu Rusong, how could you not know? Are you suggesting that Song Nian might be impersonating the leader of the White Lotus Sect?"
Gui Dao said, "Most likely, yes. Otherwise, when has Wu Gong ever heard of that Song Nian being interested in poetry and literature? Yet tonight, he easily let me take the young master home, which is completely different from his previous behavior."
Wu Rusong nodded, "Indeed, I haven't heard of it, but now, whether he is Song Nian or the leader of the White Lotus Sect, as long as he's around, the Secret Service Bureau is like a knife hanging over my head. I can't even sleep peacefully. I could kill him before, and I can still do it now. I'll leave this matter to you to handle."
Gui Dao He is highly respected in the martial arts world, but to the prominent families, he is just a useful tool in their hands.
Qujiang Garden
Wu Yuyan After being taken away, the remaining scholars naturally went back to their own homes. This incident will probably leave an indelible impact on them in the hearts of Song Nian.
The young scholar looked at Song Nian as if he had set his eyes on some rare treasure, his eyes shining brightly. He made Song Nian feel goosebumps all over his body. He didn't want to be stared at by a gay man, he just wanted to go home quickly while he was still dizzy.
Just as he was about to take his leave and go home, the young scholar put away his sandalwood fan and held it horizontally in front of Song Nian. A scent of sandalwood rushed over, making Song Nian feel refreshed and less dizzy. He only heard the young scholar say, "Master Song, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Could it be that there is a wife waiting at home?"
Song Nian This scholar has quite an influence. His appearance is very charming, the type that is likable at first sight. He replied, "There are only two maids in my house, no one else. It's getting late, so both of you should go back and rest early."
"You're not married? Perfect!" The scholar clapped his fan, looking delighted.
Song Nian With a black line on his face, "I don't have a wife, why are you so happy?"
Shonguan Yaohua noticed Song Nian coughed, the young scholar only then realized his previous lack of composure, and quickly regained his composure, saying, "You will attend the queen's husband selection in seven days, won't you?"
Song Nian didn't know why this scholar brought up this matter, only feeling that he was his competitor and was probing, "Hmm, but I'm just going through the motions. I won't compete with you. I still don't want to become a burden as a son-in-law."
Once the words were spoken, the expression on Shonguan Yaohua's face changed, and even Song Nian looked at himself angrily, leaving him even more puzzled.
Using her upbringing to calm her anger, Song Nian said, "Do you know how many people want to become Your Majesty's husband? It's a great opportunity that many aspire to."
"I'll marry her if you want, but having to see her face every day is bad enough. What if she brings other men into the palace? I'll end up wearing a green hat on my head... Ah!" Before Song Nian could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a foot stomp from the scholar. The scholar stomped on Song Nian and then walked away in a huff.
Seeing this, Shonguan Yaohua covered her mouth and chuckled, "Truly a talented person, Master Song, but occasionally one must be careful. Watch what you say, or you might bring trouble upon yourself." After saying this, Shonguan Yaohua also followed the scholar out.
Song Nian looked at the two figures outside the door and felt inexplicably puzzled, thinking that the two little maids at home were better, without so much complexity.
As the night deepened, Song Nian returned to his residence. Both maids had already gone to bed. The house was not big, so Qing'er and Cui'er took turns waiting in the side room of his courtyard. When he opened the door, although the movement was very slight, it still startled Qing'er. Shortly after, the maid Qing'er came in with a basin of water to help him wash up. She kept her head down and dared not look around, but she was very familiar with the route, standing on the side holding a towel in a proper manner.
He is not used to being waited on, so he waved his hand to let her go and rest.
Lying alone in bed, thinking about today's events, too much happened today. First, he was informed by his adoptive father that he had to attend a matchmaking event, then he got involved with the the Wu family. In any case, nothing good has happened. Running a business without any clue. It seems that the days ahead will be long and arduous.
Looking at his own hands, although this body is highly skilled in martial arts, once he starts fighting, the internal energy becomes uncontrollably chaotic. He hasn't fought much to dissipate the resentment, otherwise, he might really lose control one day. Tomorrow, he will go to the Secret Service Bureau to see if there is any self-defense equipment available.
Imperial Palace
The young scholar walked into the study with an angry face, followed hastily by the Shonguan Yaohua.
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry. He actually described me as that kind of woman," the scholar raised the inkstone on the desk as if to smash it, and the Shonguan hurriedly stopped him. "Your Majesty, that's the red silk inkstone presented from Qingzhou, very precious. It can't be smashed."
Li Ziwei picked up the brush on the table again, and the Shonguan said, "That's a white jade with green gold dragon-patterned brush, worth two hundred thousand taels."
"I can't do this, I can't do that, can't I just let off some steam?" Li Ziwei sat in the chair, "When have I ever been so angry?"
"Your Majesty, calm down. Song Nian simply hasn't seen Your Majesty's true appearance or understood Your Majesty. If he were to see you in a few days, he would be so shocked that he wouldn't know what to do. But would Your Majesty really consider taking Song Nian as a husband?" Shonguan Yaohua said.
Li Ziwei nodded and said, "Today, Wu Yuyan organized a gathering of literati and courtiers under the guise of discussing poetry and literature. In reality, that old man was trying to show his power and influence over me. Half of the courtiers are his disciples, and this is a threat to me. If I were to take action against him, half of the court would be paralyzed."
Shortly after, Li Ziwei laughed and said, "I was actually a little worried at first, but today when Song Nian caused a scene at Qujiang Garden, those literati and scholars kneeled faster than anyone else. They watched their master get beaten without daring to say a word. When it comes to loyalty, it seems they care more about their own lives."
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