Huh? The Tyrant Cries After My Inner Thoughts Were Exposed!-Chapter 55 - 54: This Old Minister Thanks Your Majesty for the Great Kindness on Behalf of My Daughter!
The Old Emperor let out a cold laugh and tossed the white piece onto the chessboard.
"Minister Liu, you’ve truly calculated every possibility for your daughter, and now you’ve even plotted against me."
The Chief Secretary was terrified and knelt on the ground. "Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
Last year, Song Qianfan had more than once expressed his intention to marry Liu Miaoying. However, his daughter was ambitious about the court and was not an ordinary woman, nor did she wish to be confined to the inner chambers for life.
She was his only daughter, how could he bear to disappoint her?
Besides, she was talented, not inferior to any man. Unfortunately, her being a woman made it difficult for her to enter politics.
At that time, with Song Qianfan pressing hard, coupled with the incident with the Su Family Girl, he boldly suggested having the Su Family marry their daughter off to the Prince Jing Mansion to control this girl.
Later, seeing the Emperor’s increasing favor towards Su Juan, after discussing with his daughter, they decided to go with the flow and recommended Su Juan to enter the court as an official. However, they did not expect Su Juan to truly be made for office.
Seeing the Chief Secretary’s fearful and uneasy look, the Old Emperor was displeased. He had always hated being calculated, let alone by a minister he highly valued.
He gave a chilly glance, "Are you truly uninvolved in the assassination attempt on Su Juan today?"
Su Juan had just left the Liu Mansion, and Song Qianfan’s arranged people intercepted him on the road immediately after, an unlikely coincidence.
Chief Secretary: "Your Majesty, this old official is wholeheartedly loyal to you, with absolutely no ulterior motives!"
The Old Emperor stared at him for a long time before speaking, "You may rise."
"Go back and thoroughly investigate your household, lest a rat sneaks in without you knowing."
With the pressure lifted, the Chief Secretary was already drenched in sweat, "Yes."
Just as the Chief Secretary was about to leave, the Old Emperor suddenly spoke, "Have your daughter write a policy essay and submit it after the New Year."
The Chief Secretary was stunned, raised his eyes in shock, looking at the Old Emperor, in disbelief, "Your Majesty?"
The Old Emperor coughed into his fist twice, "If she can indeed propose some useful national policies, I will not bury someone with such administrative talent."
At that time, let her accompany Su Juan for a while and teach that girl.
He had always taken the late Emperor as a model; as long as someone, whether man or woman, had real talent, they could be appointed.
The Chief Secretary was overjoyed, having just stood up, he knelt back down again, "This old official thanks Your Majesty for the great grace on behalf of my little girl!"
...
The festival passed by extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last day.
Since the attack that day, Su Juan hadn’t left the Prince Mansion again. She had learned martial arts by the Old Emperor’s side previously, but with just a little skill, she couldn’t fight against a dozen people.
Who knew how many more times Song Qianfan would try the same trick?
If that happened, she might not be as lucky as last time.
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Su Juan thought, even if Song Qianfan wanted to kill her, he couldn’t make a move inside the Prince Mansion.
However, these past ten days were nothing but eating or sleeping, even the storybooks weren’t new, incredibly boring, so she got up and brought some leaf cards, crossed over two courtyards, and went to find Song Qianhang.
Who knew, as soon as she arrived at the courtyard entrance, she was stopped by a servant girl from his courtyard.
The servant girl’s gaze flickered, "Heir Consort, my young master is unwell, and perhaps cannot join you for cards today."
Su Juan blinked, "Sick?"
[Really, is Song Qianhang’s health that weak?]
Upon reflection, she hadn’t seen Song Qianhang for over ten days, and in such a small place, he even ate meals alone in his courtyard.
Is he really sick?
Su Juan’s eyes were suspicious, "Then I’ll go in and take a look at your young master."
After all, they were card partners for half a year, if a card partner fell ill, she ought to visit, right?
Saying this, Su Juan started to walk into the courtyard, the servant couldn’t stop her.
"Song Qianhang?"
"Song Qianhang, I heard you’re sick, I’m here to see you!"
Su Juan’s voice was especially loud at the moment, giving a big fright to Song Qianhang, who was lying on a chair eating roast chicken and reading storybooks!
His temple throbbed intensely, and he immediately wrapped up the roast chicken, hid it along with the storybook, and quickly ran back to lie on the bed, pulling down the bed curtains, coughing several times.
Su Juan had just entered the house when she smelled the scent of roast chicken, which was so fragrant it made her stomach growl.
[This Song Qianhang is clearly pretending to be sick!]
Song Qianhang: "!!!"
Su Juan narrowed her eyes, [Who gets sick and still eats roast chicken?]
Song Qianhang gritted his teeth: Who said sick people can’t eat roast chicken!?
That night on New Year’s Eve, to build that snowman, he indeed caught a cold, but with a good constitution, he recovered in a few days, now in the recovery phase, how does that count as pretending?
Su Juan stopped by the bedside, squinted her eyes, "Song Qianhang, I heard you’re sick, are you alright?"
Song Qianhang coughed lightly, with a hoarse voice, "It’s nothing serious, just a cold hasn’t fully recovered, you should leave quickly lest you catch it."
His voice didn’t sound fake, Su Juan was suspicious, [Is he really sick?]
She hesitated for a moment, reaching out her hand, it slipped into the curtain, Song Qianhang was suddenly startled!
"Don’t be afraid, sister-in-law just wants to see if you have a fever, it wouldn’t be good if your illness was delayed."
With a "slap!" the hand landed on Song Qianhang’s face, making a loud sound, silencing the entire room.
Song Qianhang: "..."
Su Juan: "..."
For an instant, the air in the room seemed to stop flowing.
"I didn’t control my strength for a moment, apologies, apologies," Su Juan said awkwardly, gently touching his innocent battered face.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, hard to disperse.
Song Qianhang’s face turned red instantly, completely forgetting the slap, his ears burning, he avoided her gaze in panic, sat up from the bed, pulled open the curtain, looked directly at Su Juan, the words in his heart got stuck in the throat when facing those bright innocent eyes, dissipating.
After a long time, he finally spit out a sentence, "I’m not sick."
Su Juan withdrew her hand, "Good that you’re not sick." [Knew you were pretending.]
He bit his teeth, holding a grudge inside, he was clearly avoiding her, why hadn’t she realized it and insisted on coming to see him?
Su Juan, with a smile, took out some leaf cards, "Play or not?"
Song Qianhang felt uneasy, "No."
Su Juan blinked, finally noticing something was wrong, "What’s wrong? Who upset you?"
In the past, it was always Song Qianhang pestering her to play cards, wasn’t it?
"No one, just don’t want to play."
Song Qianhang was unhappy, why did he bother building a snowman to please her?
She quickly forgot, waking up as if nothing happened, leaving him here in fear of being seen.
For fear that the entanglement in her yard that night would be found out...
Even if her relationship with his elder brother wasn’t great, she was still a princely heir wielded properly in marriage.
Song Qianhang’s temples throbbed intensely at the thought, how was he so bewitched then to take pity on her and do those overstepping actions.
Seeing Song Qianhang indeed lacked interest, Su Juan didn’t want to disturb further, "Alright then, take care, I’m leaving."
Saying this, she turned and left, sighing inside, [After all, Song Qianhang doesn’t have many days left to live, yet you’re still bothering him for cards... Su Juan, you really lack sense.]
Song Qianhang’s face changed instantly, "Wait!"
He...doesn’t have many days left to live?
