Chapter 137: Insolent Maid, How Dare You!

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Song Zhiyuan’s voice was soft and gentle, yet his words were sharp enough to chill Madam Song to the bone.

“Once our daughter becomes a prince’s consort, even if I openly declare I won’t take sides or show favoritism, do you think outsiders will believe it? What about those above?” Song Zhiyuan raised a finger upward.

Madam Song forced a stiff smile. “It’s not that serious, is it?”

“Madam, let’s be practical. Even if we send Qi’er in and win the faction battle, do you really think, with her temperament, she can outmatch a group of palace women?” Song Zhiyuan sighed. “I know Qi’er too well—just like you, she’s competitive and strong-willed. But she’s been spoiled growing up at home; we indulged her. Marriage will be different. The palace is a den of tigers. This isn’t about indulgence anymore; it’s about survival.”

“She’s my daughter, and her status is already noble enough. Compared to an uncertain future, I’d rather she live safely and prosper, a life of harmony and peace.”

These were Song Zhiyuan’s heartfelt words.

Though he once dreamed of the Song family rising to great heights, he hesitated. After talking with Song Ci, his resolve was firmer.

Mother was right. The Song family’s foundation isn’t stable. We shouldn’t gamble on uncertain prospects and risk losing not just our daughter but the entire clan.

Madam Song no longer smiled. Her dreams shattered; laughter no longer came.

“In truth, that’s still negotiable. But I believe those above won’t permit it,” Song Zhiyuan pointed upward again.

He was a favored figure close to the emperor, enjoying immense imperial grace. Yet sometimes, too much favor is a curse—too much, and the emperor’s word can topple you in an instant.

Hence the saying: “Serving the sovereign is like serving a tiger.”

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Madam Song gritted her teeth. “What about the other young masters? Husband, if we delay any longer, there won’t be any good ones left for Qi’er to choose from.”

She was already fifteen; the best matches had been snapped up.

Song Zhiyuan smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ve been looking into a few families.”

Madam Song’s eyes brightened. “Who are they?”

Just as Song Zhiyuan was about to speak, a commotion arose at the door, causing him to frown.

Madam Song’s complexion changed dramatically. She recognized the ruckus and the insolence immediately. That vile maid—how dare she!

Instinctively, she looked toward Song Zhiyuan, who also wore an expression of displeasure. Her anger flared so fiercely she felt like biting her own gums.

The door curtain was swept aside, and a maid dressed in a deep red jacket and skirt burst in. She immediately knelt with a thud before Madam Song and Song Zhiyuan, followed by Shaoyao and the others.

Madam Song was speechless.

That wretched maid dared to argue she didn’t want to marry? She was her servant, only one step away from kneeling at the prime minister’s feet, clutching his legs and crying. What was she thinking?

Furong wept with tears like scattered petals, lifting her pale face. “Madam, Prime Minister, this humble servant does not wish to marry. I am willing to serve Madam and the Prime Minister for life. Please, Madam, do not arrange a match for me.”

As she spoke, she kowtowed repeatedly.

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The sound of her kowtows was loud and forceful. If Song Ci were here, he might have exclaimed, “Wow, that’s some dedication.”

Furong put her whole strength into it. When she looked up again, her forehead was broken, bleeding thin streams of blood. Her eyes were pitifully fixed on Song Zhiyuan.

She was so fragile now—surely the Prime Minister would take pity?

Madam Song’s face twisted with anger.

Song Zhiyuan set down his teacup, put on his shoes, and said to Madam Song, “Madam, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go to the study to speak with Mr. Jun.”

Madam Song, both embarrassed and vexed, stood up and forced a smile. “Prime Minister, please take care.”

Song Zhiyuan nodded and, passing by the pale-faced Furong, walked out.

“Wretched maid, how dare you!”

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