After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Song Liqing looked at Song Yusheng with shock. He never seemed so crazy. No wonder the general Qi Ziyuan said that your good brother looked more upright than anyone else. Who else could he be talking about except Song Yusheng? After all, if you were to look for someone more upright than Song Yusheng in this world, you probably wouldn't find one.

The court doctor had been taken away, and now there were only three people left in the entire hall.

Song Yusheng didn't care what Song Liqing thought, he just said: "What are you doing here? If you have nothing else to do, go back."

Song Yusheng's voice was very cold. It was clear that the person standing in front of him was his own sister, but his tone was indescribably indifferent.

Song Liqing was even more depressed after hearing this. She pointed at Wen Chu and asked, "The doctor said that her current condition is very bad. What do you want to do? Brother, she is your savior! Not some bitter enemy!"

Although Song Liqing often behaves like a spoiled little girl, she is also a good child and cannot bear to see her brother torturing others like this.

Song Yusheng said: "Are you going to leave or not? If not, I will have you thrown out. If you have nothing else to do, come and join in the fun at Yuhui Hall..."

Before Song Yusheng finished speaking, he heard Song Liqing arguing loudly. She said, "Why can't I come? I am your blood sister, why do you strictly prohibit me from entering your residence? My eldest brother and third brother are not like you! This is ridiculous. Where in the world can I find a brother like you? Everyone says that I have a good brother, but what's so good about it! I might as well bang my head against the wall if I have a brother like this!"

The more she talked, the sadder she became. Her eyes were red with anger and tears were falling like beans. Song Liqing was originally talking about Wen Chu, but who knew that she would burst into tears when she mentioned the sad things over the years. She could never understand why this happened. How could there be such a cold-hearted person in the world? But although he was cold-hearted, he was not like this to Wen Chu.

Not to mention that Song Liqing didn't understand, even Song Yusheng himself didn't understand. He was used to being alone, and the approach of his relatives made him sick and annoyed. He listened to Song Liqing's crying but remained unmoved. He said coldly, "Get out."

This made Song Liqing even more devastated. She was so angry that she almost gnashed her teeth. Once she got angry, she started to speak without thinking. She said angrily: "Who cares about me? I don't care about me!" She still felt that it was not enough, and pointed at Wen Chu and said: "I don't care, she doesn't care, no one cares!"

After saying this, Song Liqing ran out without looking back.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and Wen Chu had not expected Song Liqing to suddenly explode. Song Yusheng had his back to her, and Wen Chu could not see his expression. She could only see that the man's originally straight back seemed to be bent all of a sudden by someone.

Song Yusheng was not born cold-hearted. At least when he was young, he would pick up a wounded dog and bring it home.

Hasn't he grown up to be what they wanted? Why are they both still not satisfied?
In the dead silence, Song Yusheng laughed mockingly.

Yes, he is right, what did he do wrong?

They are too greedy.

Wen Chu was frightened by Song Yusheng's laughter. She stood up and wanted to leave and hide. But as soon as she stood up, Song Yusheng turned around and walked towards her. He looked at Wen Chu and said, "Why are you hiding? Do you think I'm not doing well?"

Wen Chu thought of what he had once told her, the story of the "child prodigy". Although she didn't know what happened afterwards, she could guess that the experience must not have been a happy one.

Wen Chu retreated step by step, but Song Yusheng pressed on until she had nowhere to retreat. There was a chair behind her, blocking her way back. In the dim light, Song Yusheng's expression was like a pool of stagnant water, calm and unperturbed, but Wen Chu knew that beneath the calm, there might be raging waves.

Wen Chu bumped into a stool, his legs went limp, and he slumped down on it. He approached step by step, his tall figure blocking out the last bit of light. The dull summer atmosphere made people feel as if they were in mud and rocks, unable to breathe.

He wanted to say something else, but Wen Chu said, "I didn't scold you. You don't have to take your anger out on me."

These words helped Song Yusheng regain some consciousness. He smiled, but this smile sounded particularly creepy in the darkness.

Song Yusheng said: "Mother Chu, everyone in this world can abandon me, but you can't."

Wen Chu didn't understand why he had to be so stubborn. What did it have to do with her? What did it have to do with her?
She asked, "Why? On what basis! Is it because I saved you? Just because I saved you, you've been haunting me like a ghost! When I cast the hexagram, it looked very bad, but I never gave up on you. Why won't you just be kind and let me go?"

Song Yusheng laughed and said, "You won't give up on me? Don't you have your own agenda? If I wasn't the prince of the Duke's Mansion, if I wasn't the world-famous Song Yusheng, would you have saved me? Would you have saved me just because I'm Song Yusheng?"

The hexagram was very ominous, but she knew it but didn't avoid it, because she also had her own agenda. Everyone has their own agenda, and Song Yusheng knew this a long time ago, so he didn't care about Wen Chu's behavior, but why did she ask him to be kind and let her go.

Both of them had their own reasons. Wen Chu argued: "No matter what I think, I still saved you in the end. This is an indisputable fact. You want to deny it? You can't."

Song Yusheng said calmly: "Five hundred taels."

Come again.

Wen Chu couldn't stand him anymore, so he stood up, pushed him, and tried to leave.

This person only remembers the times when others betrayed him, and cannot remember anything good that happened to him.

Song Yusheng was standing in front of her like a wall. She couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She was so hungry that she couldn't push him away, and she fell back onto the stool. Wen Chu fell on her buttocks, feeling even angrier.

There was a lot of tension between the two of them, one standing and the other sitting, their faces were uglier than the other, and neither of them was willing to give in. Fortunately, Chenxiang came here with the medicine. She also noticed the strange atmosphere, but still said with a stiff upper lip: "Prince, the medicine is ready."

After hearing this, Song Yusheng finally regained some sense.
Yes, she was still sick, he had imprisoned her, and she had reason to complain.

He exhaled a breath of turbid air and soon calmed down. He took the medicine from Chenxiang's hand and knelt down on one knee in front of Wen Chu. The smile on Song Yusheng's face quickly returned to its usual state, as if nothing had happened between the two of them just now. He smiled and said, "Drink it. You will be able to eat after drinking it for a while."

The candlelight flickered, and his skin looked even colder and whiter under the light. Holding the spoon with her jade-white fingertips, she handed the medicine to Wen Chu's mouth. Wen Chu was too tired to argue, so he closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and swallowed the medicine.

Song Yusheng fed her patiently like this until the medicine was finished, then sat aside and waited.

The court doctor just told her to wait half an hour after taking the medicine before eating.

The two of them didn't say anything else during this time. Song Yusheng had his office documents moved here and sat on the chair next to Wen Chu to handle official business.

Wen Chu asked, "You take care of your business, what do you want me to do here?"

Song Yusheng replied without even raising his head: "Wait for dinner."

After saying that, he didn't say anything else and lowered his head to busy himself with his own things.

Song Yusheng always had so many things to do, even at home he couldn't rest. It was no wonder that people who became famous at a young age always had to go through so much. Apart from other things, their energy was much more abundant than that of ordinary people. They got up early to practice martial arts, studied tirelessly, and endured the same life for ten years, and they were still the same as before, without a trace of fatigue.

Wen Chu didn't want to think about him, but waiting here for half an hour was unbearable. Her self-control was not very good. If she wasn't so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't move around anymore, she would not be able to rest.

Half an hour had passed and Wen Chu was so hungry that he wanted to lie down on the table to rest for a while, but Song Yusheng was working next to the table. Wen Chu straightened his head and sat up straight again.

Song Yusheng saw all her actions and was about to say something when he heard footsteps in the corridor of the main hall. Soon Chunfeng came into the main hall.

Chunfeng came here obviously because he had something to report. However, he saw Wen Chu beside him and didn't know whether he should speak or not. He hesitated for a moment, but then he heard Song Yusheng open his mouth and say, "Just say it."

Chunfeng understood what Song Yusheng meant. He didn't care whether Wen Chu was present or not. Since Song Yusheng said so, Chunfeng no longer cared about it. He didn't come here today to talk about anything else. What he wanted to talk about was the incident of the girl's murder.

The last time the coroner performed an autopsy, he discovered that the girl had been dead for at least two days before she was found on the polo field, and that she had suffered inhuman abuse, especially in her vagina, which was obviously torn and covered in bruises from the abuse.

Just looking at it makes people shake their heads and click their tongues.

Song Yusheng remembered what Huang Jian had said that day, and later asked Chunfeng to look for the secret village outside Beijing to see if there was anything wrong. Unfortunately, they went too late, and there was no sign of anything unusual there.

Chunfeng reported: "Perhaps the owner of the hidden manor heard some rumors. The manor seemed to have been taken care of. We didn't find anything unusual outside. I'm afraid that there are spies around here. Once something happened at the polo field, they knew about it and immediately closed the place."

The information about Zhuangzi was given by Huang Jian, which means that he might know some inside information, but he didn't dare to say much. He only dared to hint at some things. The only thing that was certain was that there must be something wrong with Zhuangzi, but the details could only be investigated by Song Yusheng.

When Song Yusheng was thinking for a moment, Wen Chu suddenly spoke up. She said, "The He family, that corpse must be related to the He family."

Her voice was very faint. She was weak from the days of hardship, but when she said this, her eyes were unusually firm. Wen Chu's words immediately attracted the attention of the two people. Chunfeng and Song Yusheng both looked over at her.

Wen Chu knew that it was awkward for her to speak so suddenly, but since the matter was serious, she didn't want to get angry about it. She gritted her teeth and said, "When I passed by an inn outside Kyoto the other day, I heard a group of big men talking about the dead body on the polo field. They seemed to be trafficking children. I heard them mention a Mr. He. The only Mr. He in Kyoto is from the He family."

Song Yusheng laughed and looked at her with an unclear expression, "Are you trying to use me to deal with the He family?"

Wen Chu ignored his sarcasm and rolled his eyes at him, saying, "If you don't believe me, just go and check it out yourself. You know it yourself. Who else in the whole of Kyoto can do such evil things except the He family, who kidnapped boys and girls and killed people?"

Now that things have been said, it’s up to Song Yusheng to decide whether to believe it or not.

This matter is most likely related to the He family.

Song Yusheng looked at her with deep eyes for a while, then looked away and said to Chunfeng, "Did you hear that? In that case, let's go check the He family and find out what their relationship is with the manor, when they bought it, and how many years it has been there." He then asked Wen Chu, "Where is that inn?"

Wen Chu reported a specific location.

Song Yusheng said to Chunfeng, "Go ahead and check it out as well."

In fact, the inn is most likely the same as Zhuangzi, and nothing can be found out about it, but it is better to check it out just in case.

After Chunfeng received the order, he left this place, and there were only two people left here.

The only sound in the quiet night was the sound of Song Yusheng flipping through documents. No one spoke first. It was Song Yusheng who broke the silence. Without stopping his movements, he said, "You hate the He family, but why don't you hate your brother and your father? You said they abandoned you, too."

Song Yusheng thought, if Wen Chu really let go of the past, he would definitely not be like this now, because if he really let go, he should be like him, no matter what the Song family does, it will not stir up ripples in Song Yusheng's heart, but Wen Chu seems to be unable to calm down whenever he encounters something related to them. But he said he could help her get revenge, but she said they were not wrong, they were not wrong, so why didn't she recognize them?
Song Yusheng has a deep understanding of human nature, but Wen Chu's dilemma is really confusing.

When Wen Chu heard what Song Yusheng said, she did not get angry or start a fight with him. Song Yusheng would never understand, because Song Yusheng had no feelings for the Song family, but Wen Chu had a deep friendship with her father and brother. Although she did not want to see them now, she did not want them to get hurt from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Chu couldn't get over it, and Song Yusheng couldn't understand her, so what was there for them to talk about?
It's like playing a reed to an ox, and the summer insects are chirping on ice.

Fortunately, Song Yusheng did not want to delve into the matter. He could not understand her feelings. But if she hated the He family and the Second Prince who had bullied her, he would take action without her saying anything. After all, he was indebted to her for what happened back then.

After half an hour, Wen Chu could have his meal. After the meal, Song Yusheng got up and took Wen Chu into the bedroom.

He said, "You go in and rest first, I'll come back later."

After saying that, he was about to go out again.

Wen Chu called out to him, "I'm here tonight?"

Didn’t Song Yusheng lock her in the small dark room?
Song Yusheng paused and asked, "Do you want to go back?"

The words of the court doctor just now also reminded Song Yusheng that Wen Chu's current physical condition was not very good. If she was locked in that room, she might get a lot of diseases. It would be better for her to stay by his side.

Song Yusheng thought so, but Wen Chu obviously didn't. Although she couldn't breathe or sleep well in that room, at least she was not by his side. If she had to stay with Song Yusheng day and night, she would rather sleep in that small dark room.

When she heard Song Yusheng ask her if she wanted to go back, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded after understanding the pros and cons.

Wen Chu would rather be locked in a small dark room than stay in his room.

Song Yusheng looked at her and said calmly, "Don't even think about it."

After saying that, he went out without looking back.

After that day, Wen Chu had been staying in Song Yusheng's room, and she had never been to the small dark room again. However, because Wen Chu had run away again and again, Song Yusheng no longer trusted her. If he was at home, he would ask her to stay with him. If he was not at home, he would have the secret guards keep a close eye on her, and her every move would be reported to him.

Wen Chu didn't want to pay attention to him, but when they lay together at night, he always liked to pull her to do some love things. She couldn't push him away or refuse, but in the end, her body shamefully showed some compliance.

She often thought that if things continued like this, she might really have to stay here forever, and she might slowly get used to everything.

During the time Wen Chu stayed in Yuhui Hall, nothing major happened, but there was a bit of liveliness outside. Because in about a month, on the tenth day of August, it would be the birthday of Emperor Linghui, and the whole country would congratulate the emperor on his birthday.

Although Emperor Linghui, a foolish and incompetent emperor, was not worthy of being on the stage and no one would sincerely congratulate him on his birthday, he was still the emperor, the ruler of a country, so he had to save face and follow the necessary etiquette.

The Ministry of Rites has already started preparing the clothes that Emperor Linghui will wear when attending the ceremony.

Huang Jian, as a fifth-rank official in the Ministry of Rites and Ceremonies, was also in charge of the task. He and his colleague, Chen Du, a fifth-rank assistant official, worked together to prepare the imperial robes and ceremonial robes that Emperor Linghui would wear on his birthday.

The Emperor's birthday is not just the Emperor's birthday. Since the founding of the Zhao Dynasty, the emperor's power has been worshipped as divinely granted. As the ruler of a country and the son of God, his birthday ceremony is of great importance. In the past, when Emperor Linghui was still sensible, the Empress Dowager, several cabinet officials, and the Emperor's teachers all took this matter very seriously.

There are so many things in this world that would be fine if they were not taken seriously. But once they are asked to take them seriously, the suffering and sin they will have to endure will be greater than just a little.

The things needed for the ceremony were very complicated. Apart from other things, the emperor had to wear a heavy and complicated crown all day long, and he had to wear several sets of formal clothes on that day. He changed into different formal clothes according to different times to show his importance of this ceremony. It was called the emperor's birthday ceremony, but at the end of the day, he had to worship the gods and ancestors, worship the ancestral tablets, and recite the fu poems that he had memorized in front of the empress dowager. Things like these had to go on for a whole day. At this time, the emperor was already exhausted, but at the end of the day, he still had to attend a dinner for the emperor and his ministers to enjoy together.

Such a tiring birthday passed by in silence.

But Emperor Linghui had been doing this since he ascended the throne at the age of nine. A nine-year-old emperor, with the support of the crowd, followed the movements that the etiquette officials had taught him step by step, and recited the fu poems and lyrics that his teacher had taught him over and over again. Fortunately, although he was young, he was also smart, and he never made any mistakes from beginning to end.

If we say that Emperor Linghui at that time could still be considered a diligent emperor who was willing to cooperate with everyone in doing all these superficial efforts, however, more than ten years ago, Emperor Linghui's birthday had no longer been celebrated in this way.

Yuanwailang Chen Du and Huang Jian were sitting in the side room working, and at the moment they were comparing lists of things they needed.

They had already prepared the things needed for the one-day ceremony. Chen Du's eyes turned black as he looked at them. He complained, "If you ask me, there is nothing to prepare. What's the point of preparing so many formal clothes? Our emperor won't wear them, so don't waste your energy. Just prepare a set of Taoist clothes for him."

Chen Du has always been outspoken, and there are only two of them here. He also trusts Huang Jian and is not afraid that he will spread the word.

In all these years, when would Emperor Linghui have cooperated with them to complete these procedures? Ever since the death of his Grand Tutor when he was 20 years old, the quarrel between the emperor and his subjects had become as ugly as it could be. In addition, when he was 24 years old, he met the woman of his life, Concubine De, and from then on, he was no longer the obedient and sensible little emperor.

Even the morning court was cancelled, so how could I cooperate with them in these rituals?

All the ministers should be grateful that he could show up on his birthday.

When Huang Jian heard Chen Du making up bad things about Emperor Linghui, he simply reminded him, "Wenchang, he is the emperor after all, don't say that about him."

Chen Du's courtesy name was Wenchang.

When Chen Du heard his words, he couldn't help but sneer from his throat, "Huang Qingwei, you are the one who speaks for him. How can he be such an emperor? You want to shut me up, why don't you shut up everyone in the world!"

Although none of the East Factory and the Embroidered Uniform Guard listened to Emperor Linghui, he could still command them to catch those who gossiped and spoke ill of him, but he himself was unwilling to do so.

If one could say that an emperor had achieved the level of Emperor Linghui, he would be considered extremely useless. If we were to count the emperors before him who would allow their subjects to insult them like this, he would truly be the first one.

Huang Jian's face darkened when he heard this. "How come the young emperor worked so hard back then and no one praised him? Now that he has been pushed to this point, what else can he do?"

Chen Du argued, "Why should he worry so much? What does the credit have to do with him? Why don't you say it was Prime Minister Song who worked hard? Once a teacher, always a father. Why don't you say it was he who worked hard to educate the emperor?"

"If he had really taught him, the emperor would be like this now! From top to bottom, he always talks about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and moral bondage. He used those things to teach the emperor to be an emperor who can only kneel and has no kneecaps, right?"

Huang Jian questioned repeatedly, spitting. He had never lost his composure like today, to the point where he totally disregarded his manners. He also had his own heart-wrenching pain, and his pain was the emperor and the imperial tutor of the past.

If Emperor Linghui had been tougher and more courageous back then, would the Grand Tutor have not died at all?

Huang Jian stood behind the Grand Tutor, who was holding the sword of the New Deal, intending to fight with the He Party, but in the end, they were defeated miserably and completely.

Why? Huang Jian also thought about it for a long time, why did they lose, it was clear that even the emperor was on their side at the beginning.

He thought for a long time before realizing that the emperor of that time might have been tamed by them. Even if he had some plans in his mind and his own ambitions, he was also passionate about the new policies mentioned by the Taifu. However, he was an emperor who ascended the throne at the age of nine. His life seemed to be destined from the moment he ascended the throne.

He wanted to take that step, a step of resistance. He finally took that step and went to work with the Grand Tutor to plan a new policy. But in the end, the death of the Grand Tutor and the failure of the new policy pulled him back.

Huang Jian and Chen Du had different experiences. Huang Jian followed the Grand Tutor, who sympathized with the emperor, so Huang Jian would have some feelings for Emperor Linghui. But what about Chen Du? Chen Du only knew that the emperor was a foolish emperor, an incompetent emperor, and an emperor who had the spirit of destroying the country.

Huang Jian sighed softly, his voice filled with unconscious sadness. He said, "Wenchang, I'm not trying to excuse him, but he became what he is now. Look at what he went through in the past. He worked hard in his childhood and remained consistent until he was twenty. Eleven years of hard times have passed. Do you think he suddenly became what he is now? Not necessarily."

Chen Du wanted to argue more, but someone came to see him outside the door. A messenger came in and said to Huang Jian, "Doctor Huang, someone is here to see you."

Huang Jian quickly calmed down, and after a few breaths, he asked, "Who is it?"

"It's the Minister of Works, Mr. He."

(End of this chapter)