boyutpedia Chapter 205 Become a General?
Chapter 205 Become a General?
Song Wei walked into the mansion in prison clothes, his hair disheveled and his face stained. His eyes were filled with helpless panic, guilt, and unresolved hatred. The moment he stepped into the hall, he concealed all of it.
"Father, my unfilial son is back." Song Wei kowtowed, buried his head deep in the ground, and cried inconsolably.
The housekeeper excitedly announced the good news: "Madam, His Majesty has pardoned the Second Young Master's death sentence."
The younger generations of the Song family, kneeling before the coffin, wept with joy, especially Song Wei's wife, Zheng Xuan. Although the Duke of Song's family had many descendants, Song Wei was the only one who could possibly support the Song family.
"Shut up!" Lady Song scolded lightly, then looked at the Lu family and said sternly, "Wei'er, kowtow and apologize to your sister Yuan, Zizhou, and Princess Ningyuan."
"No need!" Lu Mingze turned around and left first.
The Lady of the Duke of Song watched the group of people disappear and said to Song Wei, "Wei'er, come here with mother."
Song Wei stood up and looked towards the mansion gate with tearful eyes.
In the study, the wife of Duke Song handed a letter to Song Wei, said nothing, closed the door and left.
"My son, please write to me personally!"
The handwriting on the letter was familiar to his father, and Song Wei opened it tremblingly.
Will:
As a father, I know you are arrogant, but nothing in this world can be accomplished overnight. It takes time and effort, and it takes a lot of luck. Don't be impatient.
Ever since your sister gave birth to your son, you've gradually strayed from the right path and become more drawn to political schemes. The death of Lu's second son was a bolt from the blue, and it infuriated you. As a father, preoccupied with worldly affairs, you were aware of this, but offered no instruction. However, the mistake has been made, and it's too late to regret.
As a father, I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for my son's ability to stand up straight.
Since the founding of the Song Dynasty by Emperor Taizu, our family has survived through five dynasties. This is due to six key principles: clarify the emperor's will and maintain a steadfast moral conduct. The emperor's thoughts are known to all the world. A fire full of fuel, like a boiling water, will only burn itself.
Remember, remember, remember it.
As a father, I can die, but the Song family cannot perish. From now on, the honor, disgrace, rise and fall of the Song family all depend on you. I wish my son,
Be careful, be careful, be very careful.
My father's last words.
After Song Wei finished reading, the handwriting had turned gray.
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Nianluo Fragrant Drink Shop
After not seeing each other for many days, Lu Mingyang went to see Yang Nian'er with a roast goose.
"Boss Yang, business is booming!"
"Oh, don't mention it!" Yang Nian'er saw her second sister and was full of grievances: "I don't know what's wrong with Brother Wei. He hasn't come over these days."
Seeing that there were not many people in the store, Lu Mingyang pulled her back to the room to eat, and asked as they walked, "Do you miss him?"
Now, she was not so opposed to her cousin meeting Yang Nian'er. After all, Chu Mingzheng was right. If she were the queen, her good sister would be worthy of any man.
"No!" Yang Nian'er went to get the dishes and chopsticks depressed, "Business is bad when he's not here. When he was here before, the shop was crowded with young girls. Some of them would sit for half an hour and order more than ten cups just to see him a few more times."
"Is it that exaggerated?" Lu Mingyang sat down and placed the roast goose in front of his sister.
"That's not an exaggeration at all. You know what? Being handsome is useful." Yang Nian'er picked up the roast goose with a depressed look. She took a bite and her depression disappeared. "It's delicious! The imperial chefs in the palace are different."
Lu Mingyang asked, "Nian'er, why haven't you been back to Chengyang Marquis Mansion recently?"
Yang Nian'er said, "You're not there, so why should I live there? That's not my home."
Lu Mingyang said anxiously: "Elder sister doesn't treat you as an outsider."
"I know." Yang Nian'er sighed, "But I can't treat her like you. I always feel uncomfortable with her. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable either."
Lu Mingyang asked again: "Then why don't you live in the palace? Didn't you say that His Highness has prepared a large room for you?"
"I think you're right. It's inappropriate. I know it's inappropriate. How can a sister-in-law live in her brother-in-law's house every day? People will think I'm his concubine. I used to worry about you being bullied, but now that he treats you so well, I'm relieved."
Yang Nian'er smiled puffily, "I'm doing fine here. Apart from the smaller house, there's no difference. I also get money coming in every day, which makes me happy just counting it. If you want to divorce him one day, don't be afraid. I'll support you."
"Can you please wish me well?" Lu Mingyang raised her hand to pat him, and suddenly her nose felt sore. Her sister seemed to have grown up in an instant, and she was relieved, but she also felt a sense of loss and being unwanted.
When Nian'er had almost finished eating, Lu Mingyang said, "Nian'er, after you finish eating, come with me to Xihe Village to recruit soldiers."
"A young lady can actually raise a female army?" Yang Nian'er was puzzled. "Shouldn't the title of Marquis of Chengyang be returned to her brother?"
"Nian'er, why do you think so?" Lu Mingyang knocked on the table in dissatisfaction: "Did you complain at home that you were not included in the land distribution?"
Yang Nian'er corrected: "It's not me who thinks so, it's everyone else who thinks so."
"That's right!" Lu Mingyang explained, "His Highness said that we should submit the recruitment book before His Majesty gives the order. Although my eldest sister is guilty, there is nothing wrong in granting grace to the Chengyang Marquisate. Since this grace must be given, the Emperor is still on our side. If we retreat first, the Emperor will not be able to help us even if he wants to."
Yang Nian'er was a little confused: "Why is the emperor helping us?"
"That's not important." Nian'er couldn't explain those things, so she just brushed it off and asked, "Nian'er, do you want to be a general?"
Yang Nian'er shook her head decisively.
Lu Mingyang's eyes widened in confusion. "Think about it. Being a general is so prestigious. Once you've learned some skills under my elder sister, I'll let you lead the troops on your own."
"Not considering it!" Yang Nian'er looked at Lu Mingyang strangely: "Second sister, I have a house to live in and a business to run, which is enough to support myself. Why would I want to be a general?"
"That's different!" Lu Mingyang couldn't bring himself to tell Nian'er about Chu Mingzheng's ambitions, let alone the promises he'd made to her. He could only hint, "When you become a general, no man in the world will dare to look down on you. And the deed to this house will have your name on it."
"Of course I won't write it. This house is mine too!" Yang Nian'er was really confused: "Second sister, why do you insist on making me a general? I'm so small, I'll be crushed to death by a horse if I run to the battlefield."
"Nian'er, there's a word called ideal. Because of your bravery, wisdom, and hard work, all the women in the world will be grateful to you, admire you, and live a better life because of you. No girl your age will ever sigh, 'What a pity I'm a woman.'"
Seeing Nian'er's confused face, Lu Mingyang sighed, "Forget it," and got up to leave.
Yang Nian'er said, "Wait a moment, I haven't finished eating yet!"
"I'll let someone else go with me. Boss Yang, just make some money." Although Lu Mingyang really wanted her son to fulfill that exciting ideal with her, everyone has their own aspirations, and she couldn't force him.
"ideal?"
Yang Nian'er watched her second sister disappear and muttered to herself.