The Cross-Dressing Legend Is Excessively Beautiful - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Wealth and prosperity? No, the Song family’s wealth and status have already reached their zenith. Although Song Ci “commands the nobles in the name of the Emperor,” he has shown no intent to rebel. He has no son; even if he truly staged a coup, he has no heir to inherit the empire.

To gain fame and leave a mark in history? The three words “Blood-Robed Prime Minister” are enough for his name to stink for a hundred years.

Family ties and bloodlines? Although Song Ci is famously protective of his younger daughter, what is family in the eyes of a politician? Perhaps lighter than a single feather…

Not to mention, this fellow Song Ci washed his wife’s clan in blood for three generations, a feat that leaves everyone trembling with fear.

Such a person, such a man…

Perhaps in his eyes, family affection is nothing more than a preposterous joke. As for Song Xialan’s value… that remains to be verified.

In his mind, Jing Jianhua sorted through the data on Song Ci. He discovered that the Song family’s web of blood relations was unexpectedly clean. The two people closest to Song Ci were merely his two daughters.

…Two…

A dark glint flashed deep in Jing Jianhua’s eyes.

Perhaps everyone had overlooked one person—the Eldest Young Lady of the Song Manor, Song Xizhi.

The beauty and reputation of the Song family’s Second Young Lady were known to the whole world. Yet, news regarding the Eldest Young Lady was sparse. It was only known that she was born sickly and bore the appearance of one destined for a short life. She had always remained in her secluded chambers to recover, rarely showing her face in public.

A secluded lady destined for an early grave shouldn’t be able to stir up any waves. Because of Song Xizhi’s physical frailty, everyone had tacitly excluded her from this chessboard—himself included.

Recalling that grand firework display just now, a smile touched Jing Jianhua’s eyes.

Although Song Ci had not shown his affection for Song Xizhi on the surface over the years, he had never ceased sending her things. Rare medicinal herbs and precious jewelry flowed into her courtyard like water.

An old fox like Song Ci would never place his true target out in the open. The fading out of Song Xizhi’s existence might very well be a form of protection for her.

He must, perhaps, re-evaluate the status of “Song Xizhi.”

Seeing that Xiao Hezi was still kneeling where he was, Jing Jianhua asked, “Is there anything else?”

Xiao Hezi gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and said, “Today, His Majesty bestowed two more beauties.” He shrank his neck slightly, cautiously asking Jing Jianhua for instructions, “I do not know how to settle these two ladies?”

Jing Jianhua’s brows furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with utter loathing. “Same as usual. Tell them to get back to wherever they came from.”

“As for the Emperor’s side…” Seeing Jing Jianhua’s somber expression, He Qing quickly swallowed the second half of his sentence.

Just as he was about to excuse himself, he heard Jing Jianhua command: “Tell the person in the Palace to find a way to add Song Xizhi’s name to the guest list for this upcoming Imperial Banquet.”

Xiao Hezi’s heart jolted. “This servant obeys your command.”