sjar Chapter 1014 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (136)
Chapter 1014 The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (136)
Chapter 1014: The eldest daughter is as bright as spring flowers (One Hundred and Thirty-six)
Time flies. Two months have passed since the death of the Fourth Prince. In the blink of an eye, it is already mid-May. The weather is getting warmer and the sun is rising earlier in the morning.
The ministers who entered the palace today couldn't help but secretly look at the third prince Zhao Lan.
In the past two months, court officials have submitted memorials asking the emperor to re-appoint a crown prince, with the largest number proposing to appoint the eighth prince, Zhao Yu, as the crown prince.
Many court officials felt that their actions were in line with the emperor's wishes. After all, the emperor valued the eighth prince the most. He had brought him to the morning court for the past two months and summoned him to the imperial study every few days. It was obvious that the emperor was cultivating the eighth prince.
But the emperor suddenly ordered the lifting of Zhao Lan's house arrest and allowed him to attend court. The deep meaning behind this imperial edict made the court officials ponder.
Is His Majesty thinking of the Third Prince again? Is His Majesty displeased with the decision to appoint the Eighth Prince as Crown Prince? But they too follow the Emperor's will, don't they?
Could it be that Your Majesty does not want to appoint a crown prince at all? However, if a country has no crown prince, if something unexpected happens, civil unrest will easily break out.
By the time the morning court session was over, the sun had already painted the entire earth golden, and the palace was even more magnificent, solemn and luxurious.
Today was Zhao Lan's first day attending the morning court after more than half a year. As he emerged from the main hall, the ministers greeted him.
"After such a long time, Prime Minister Song is still so energetic. Young Master Song is also young and promising. He is now a doctor in the Ministry of Personnel and a new father. Prime Minister Song is so lucky. In my opinion, it is perfectly normal for the emperor not to allow you to resign and return home.
The Marquis of Wei also became more and more energetic. He is highly regarded by his father. What a young talent!
Facing the beaming Zhao Lan, Prime Minister Song simply nodded and said, "It has been a long time since I last saw Your Highness the Third Prince."
Wei Ying bowed and said, "Your Highness is very polite. It is a blessing for Wei Ying to be valued by His Majesty. I have something else to do, so I will take my leave first. Lord Song, don't you still have to go to the Ministry of Personnel?"
"Yes, I will leave the palace with you. Your Highness the Third Prince will take his leave."
Zhao Lan looked at the backs of the old and young couple with a cold smile. He was thinking about Song Qingting who was kept in the secret room.
Originally, he planned to use Song Qingting as a hostage and have Madam Song drug Prime Minister Song.
As long as Prime Minister Song died, no one would pursue the last assassination. Song Lingji would also have to observe three years of mourning and resign from his position as a fifth-rank official in the Ministry of Personnel. Song Qingli and Wei Ying would also be unable to get married for the time being. Once three years were up, the marriage between the Song and Wei families would be prone to changes. If Song Lingji encountered another accident, the main branch of the Song family would likely decline.
Sadly, Zhao Lan gazed at the sun in the sky. No one in this world is free from selfishness. Song Chen had gone from being an ordinary daughter of an imperial censor to the wife of the Prime Minister. She was the object of admiration wherever she went, and her food, clothing, and daily expenses were several notches better than before her marriage. She had lived a life of luxury for so many years, so how could she not know who had given her such wealth and splendor?
If Prime Minister Song died, what would she be? She would probably be pushed out by the people behind the scenes to take the blame and end up with her head cut off. So she was unwilling to take the risk of killing Prime Minister Song for the sake of her daughter.
Zhao Lan thought of hiding in the farm and silently refusing his orders, not caring about her daughter's life or death.
This mother and daughter are really annoying.
Zhao Lan left the palace, returned to the mansion, opened the secret room, glanced at the dazed Song Qingting, and sneered, "You useless thing! For so long, your parents haven't cared about you. Your mother refused to kill your father for you, and only returned home after your eldest brother's son was born."
Song Qingting closed her eyes and pretended to be dead. She didn't dare to pay attention to Zhao Lan, for fear that she would say something wrong and be beaten half to death by Zhao Lan again.
Her mother didn't dare to kill her father for her. Although Song Qingting was a little sad, she accepted her fate.
After all, if you put yourself in her shoes, she wouldn't kill her father just for her mother's life or death. After all, her father is the prime minister, and the status of the prime minister's daughter is not something her mother, a commoner, can give her.
Besides, her father has no shortage of protectors around him, and poison testing is the most basic operation. How could it be so easy to kill him?
Song Qingting was like a dead person, without any reaction at all. Zhao Lan left in boredom.
"Zhao Lan, you're doomed to die!"
Song Qingting only dared to scold Zhao Lan behind his back.
She moved her stiff hands and feet, feeling that her life was so miserable. How could she have met such a vicious man like Zhao Lan?
If she continued her ascetic training in the temple, it would be almost a year before she could return home to live the luxurious life of a rich young lady. While her reputation would be damaged and she wouldn't be able to marry into a wealthy family in the capital, in two years, she could marry farther away. With her father, the Prime Minister, backing her up, she could still live happily. Alas, the past was too painful to recall!