frightfiction Chapter 267: Ignorance is terrible
Chapter 267: Ignorance is terrible
Before Song Changwei entered the study, he heard the sound of things being smashed inside, mixed with the angry curses of Master Zhong.
"Song Qingwan, that bitch! How did she escape in the first place? And Zhao Huaijin, he actually didn't die, it's simply outrageous!"
Song Changwei stood at the door calmly. When he heard that things inside gradually became quiet, he pushed the door open and walked in.
I saw Master Zhong sitting on the chair, panting tiredly, his eyes wide open and his face flushed red. All the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were thrown on the ground and smashed to pieces.
The floor and the table were covered with scraps of paper, and even the books on the bookshelf were affected, all torn into pieces.
Song Changwei sneered in his heart. What kind of ability is it to be so incompetent and angry and only know how to vent your anger on things!
But on the surface he looked worried, and Song Changwei stepped forward to comfort him.
"Father, please take care of yourself. The future of the Zhong family still depends on you."
"Hmph, what are you counting on! I think the Zhong family is finished this time! I didn't expect that after all their calculations, they actually missed Song Qingwan!"
"Father is a wise and powerful man, so he would not be fooled by a young woman. Maybe she just took advantage of the opportunity this time."
Song Changwei's words really touched Master Zhong's heart. He just liked the feeling of being praised by others.
Even though the current situation cannot be changed by just a few compliments, Master Zhong does not believe from the bottom of his heart that Song Qingwan really has much ability. He simply attributes it all to his own momentary oversight.
So Master Zhong's attitude softened and his expression looked much better. He let out a long breath and asked in a somewhat strange tone.
"You went out today?"
"Yes, father. I went to the teahouse on the street to ask around. I wanted to see if the people had any bad things to say about the Zhong family."
"What did you hear?"
"Nothing special, just rest assured, father."
"That's good."
What Song Changwei said was certainly not a lie, but he only told half of it. Who in the capital city would care about the declining Zhong family now?
Everyone was discussing whether Prince Huai Zhao Huaijin would be the next emperor and when the current emperor would die, because from beginning to end no one thought that the Zhong family could accomplish anything great.
The Zhong family has been doing so well in the past two years that Zhong Qingshu temporarily forgot how he climbed up to the top.
In such a great country, there are countless capable scholars in the entire Great Saint Dynasty. If we really talk about talent, how could it be the turn of an unknown family like the Zhong family?
Faced with Zhong Qingshu's self-deception, Song Changwei naturally didn't want to bother to point it out, so he just let him continue to live in his dream.
"Father must be very unhappy staying in this study all day. Changwei has invited a troupe of actors to perform in the backyard. Please go over and enjoy the performance. It will help you to relieve your depression."
"You are really filial. I will ask someone to clean up the study and then I will go over."
Song Changwei quickly stepped forward to stop Master Zhong and volunteered to take care of the matter.
"There are letters and calligraphy in father's study. It's better not to let others know about it."
Zhong Qingshu thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement. Song Changwei was right. If the letter was accidentally leaked, it would be a disaster for the Zhong family.
"You are thoughtful, but I am confused."
"My father is so busy that he is bound to miss things."
Song Changwei's flattery was very accurate. Zhong Qingshu walked to the backyard with a relaxed pace to enjoy the opera. Seeing that the time had come, Song Changwei quickly locked the door of the study.
He first tidied up the messy room a little, then moved the painting on the wall with ease and took out the brocade box inside.
After a careful inspection, he confirmed that it was the original one, so he put the fake in his arms on it and then considerately put the painting back to its original place.
After doing all this, Song Changwei began to slowly pick up the things scattered on the ground, until he finally put away the thick pile of letters. Song Changwei couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Master Zhong was really persistent in seeking external assistance. There were more than a hundred letters, almost all of which he wanted to send out.
However, there were very few replies, and most of them were excuses, saying that they were afraid of the power of Prince Huai's Mansion, or that they were not feeling well and wanted to go home to retire.
Among them, Song Changwei also found a letter written by Grand Tutor Zhong to Prince Yu. He opened it curiously and found that Grand Tutor Zhong was willing to give up everything for his own power and status.
The content of the letter was not only a confession to Prince Yu and a reflection on his past arrogance, but also a request for Prince Yu to help the Zhong family out of trouble.
He even proposed to send a few more girls from the Zhong family to Prince Yu's Mansion, and they could be assigned any position they wanted, and it didn't necessarily have to be concubines.
Finally, he repeatedly assured Yan that in the future, the Zhong family would follow Prince Yu's arrangements in everything and would never be disrespectful to him again.
The whole article was filled with prayers and expressions of loyalty, and there was not a single mention of his daughter's disappearance.
Song Changwei sneered, crumpled up the letter calmly and threw it into the trash can.
Zhong Xueying is the most favored daughter of the Zhong family after all, but compared with the power and status of the Zhong family, she is worthless, not to mention his Mei'er.
Song Changwei had no doubt that if one day the Zhong family needed Zhong Xuemei to make sacrifices, then Master Zhong would definitely push his wife out without hesitation.
The next day, Song Qingwan received the brocade box sent by Song Changwei. She found that the lock was indeed very special and its shape was not like the usual ones.
Moreover, the material of the lock was very hard. She tried several methods to pry it open but failed. However, Song Qingwan was not discouraged. She thought of the surgical equipment she had in the space.
Some surgical equipment is very sharp and tough and may be useful.
So Song Qingwan went back to the space and searched through all the drawers and cabinets. Finally, she took out a saw used for amputation surgery and sawed at the lock for a long time before finally opening it.
Song Qingwan threw the broken lock back into the space and planned to study the material when she had time to see if it would be of any help to Zhao Huaijin.
She suppressed her excitement, opened the brocade box, and took out the letters inside. After reading them one by one, Song Qingwan lowered her head dejectedly as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her.
She didn't recognize any of the words on the letter. It was the same as the love poem that Tuoba Guang wrote to Zhong Xueying. Both were written in the language of Dongyue Kingdom, which she couldn't understand at all.
"How can we decipher this letter when Shen Jingyi is not here?"
Song Qingwan sat at the table with a sad face, fiddling with the papers with one hand.
At this time Chunya came in with tea. Seeing Song Qinglan's expression, she asked with concern.
"Miss, what difficulties have you encountered?"
"Yes, your lady is uneducated and doesn't know these words!"
Song Qingwan answered with some self-mockery, covering her face in frustration.
"Otherwise, I'll ask Fatty Yan to come over. He seems to be quite knowledgeable about this kind of foreign language."