The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 490 - 488: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (14)
Jun Yu continued, "I want to marry you as my wife, my one and only wife for this lifetime."
...
Song Wei forgot how she responded when Jun Yu finished saying that, only remembering that at that moment, her face was burning hot, feeling as if she couldn’t stay with Jun Yu for another moment. She shyly bid farewell to Jun Yu, then hurriedly returned to her room.
Jun Yu waved to her to say goodbye, but she didn’t hear him.
She hurried to the table, sat down, and drank three cups of tea in one breath to barely suppress the emotions in her heart.
Hua Hua noticed Song Wei’s unusual demeanor, rubbed her crying swollen eyes, and asked, "Miss, wasn’t Madam sternly dragging you away? Shouldn’t you be sad? Why did you come back with a smile?"
"My dear miss, what did Madam do to you?"
Hua Hua was worried about Song Wei. She pulled a round stool and sat next to Song Wei, holding Song Wei’s face, looking left and right, trying to find out what was wrong.
But after looking for a long time, she couldn’t see any problem.
The only thing she could see was that Song Wei seemed quite happy.
"My dear miss, could it be that Madam has tortured you silly? You don’t even know how to be sad anymore, just foolishly smiling?" Hua Hua began to cry again, "What’s funny about marrying an old man? I’m heartbroken; my poor miss."
Song Wei took out a handkerchief from her body to wipe Hua Hua’s tears, saying, "Your miss is fine, I’m truly happy."
"Happy? Why are you happy?" After asking this, Hua Hua noticed the golden hairpin on Song Wei’s head.
"Miss, the golden hairpin on your head seems like the one Young Master Ah Yu gave you before," Hua Hua recalled, "I remember you rejected Young Master Ah Yu then? Now why is the hairpin on your head again?"
Song Wei was too shy to answer. She ran to the bed, rolled over, buried her head in the quilt, and mysteriously said, "...not telling you."
"Miss, what’s going on? Could you just tell me?"
"Not telling, not telling."
"My dear miss, Hua Hua is curious, won’t you say?"
...
Jun Yu, after sending Song Wei to her residence, was led by servants to the guest room prepared by Madam Song.
Actually, the guest room was cleaned daily and was quite tidy, not requiring Madam Song to deliberately clean it herself.
This time, Madam Song brought her two daughters over, under the excuse of cleaning the guest room, but in reality, she had important matters to instruct them.
After entering the guest room, Madam Song closed the door and ordered someone to guard outside.
"Mother, what are you doing?" Song Wanwan asked in confusion.
Madam Song pulled her two daughters down to sit and said, "Wanwan, Manman, Mother has important matters to instruct you."
"Hm? What matters?" Song Wanwan asked in confusion.
Song Manman was also puzzled, and the sisters glanced at each other, looking for answers from Madam Song.
Madam Song said, "You two, how can you be so clueless? Mother has brought it to this point, yet you still don’t understand why?"
"Alas..." Madam Song shook her head repeatedly in disapproval, "You two are nothing like I was back in the day. If I had been like you, how would there be your legitimate daughter’s status today?"
Madam Song sighed repeatedly.
She considered herself clever all her life, but why were her children, especially her two daughters, increasingly foolish, which made her anxious.
"Mother, then what do you want us to do?" Song Manman asked.
Madam Song said, "Mother wants you to use all your skills to win the heart of the Seventeenth Prince."
Song Manman frowned, not knowing what to say, "..."
Song Wanwan said, "But the Seventeenth Prince only has eyes for our third sister."
"As long as he hasn’t married your third sister yet, you still have a chance. No, even if they are married, you still have a chance, just that it would be much harder. Now is the best time to act."
Song Wanwan and Song Manman showed hesitation on their faces.
Madam Song continued, "Nowadays there are wars everywhere, it’s not easy to meet a man with status, position, and skills."
"You must seize the opportunity to win the Seventeenth Prince’s heart. Otherwise, once Song Wei marries over and completely wins the Seventeenth Prince’s heart, you sisters will face difficulties."
"Not only will you have to kneel and bow before Song Wei, but you will also be guarded by her, making it hard to do anything."
"Song Wei, a concubine’s daughter, why should I bow to her?" For Song Wanwan, this was unacceptable.
Song Manman also couldn’t accept it, but she didn’t speak directly, her expression merely turned somewhat unpleasant.
"If Song Wei truly marries the Seventeenth Prince, then she becomes the Prince Consort. And if one day the Seventeenth Prince gets ennobled, Song Wei becomes the Princess Consort. When meeting the Princess Consort, can you avoid bowing?" Madam Song asked.
"Protocol dictates that bowing is necessary." Just imagining that scene made Song Wanwan deeply saddened; she muttered unwillingly, "But, but... I simply don’t want to."
"If you don’t want to, then strive to snatch the Seventeenth Prince’s heart from Song Wei and become the Princess Consort yourself, forcing Song Wei to turn around and bow to you." Encouraging her daughter’s defiant spirit, Madam Song guided them gently.
"Mother’s words are very sensible; to avoid trailing behind others, one must stand at the forefront." Song Wanwan eagerly said, "I will strive to win the Seventeenth Prince’s heart."
"Manman, you must strive too." Madam Song looked at her second daughter, "If both you sisters can marry the Seventeenth Prince, this lifetime, Mother won’t worry about you anymore."
Song Manman didn’t want to share a husband with her sister, but given the current situation, indeed, if the sisters join forces, the likelihood of achieving their goal is slightly higher.
By then, whether she or her sister wins the Seventeenth Prince’s heart, or both of them appeal to the Seventeenth Prince, that would be a great celebration for the Song family.
"I understand, Mother."
Madam Song patted the shoulders of both sisters, "Alright, prepare yourselves. Soon, the Seventeenth Prince will arrive. Think about what you want to say to the Seventeenth Prince that he might fancy."
"Hmm hmm..."
After responding, Song Wanwan and Song Manman started brainstorming, eagerly discussing any good ideas and deciding if they would work.
If viable, they’ll execute it later.
If not, they’ll think of something else.
The sisters were cooperating well, unlike usual when they often disagreed and argued.
Ultimately, the two sisters prepared to recite poetry and paint for the Seventeenth Prince.
Reportedly, people from noble families enjoy such activities. If they actively pursue elegance, the Seventeenth Prince is sure to appreciate it.
