The Mute Wife Who Brings Prosperity

Chapter 916 - 870: Unworthy (Second Update)

Song Erlang looked at Song Wei in disbelief, "Didn’t we agree to send her to the Capital for selection? How did it turn into expulsion from the clan?"

The candidates for the Heir Princess Consort Cheng were personally selected by Prince Cheng from the Ministry of Revenue’s registry. Once Song Qi was expelled from the clan, the Ministry would soon erase her registration, which means her name would be crossed off the candidate list. How could she still be a candidate when she arrived in the Capital?

Realizing this was a trap set by Song Wei, Second Lang’s wife’s face turned ashen, and she trembled as she spoke, "Third Son, the child truly knows her mistake, please be merciful and spare her life. I have three daughters, one went to the Kangding Bo Mansion, one died young, and only one is left. If she is gone too, I don’t know how I will live on..."

Ignoring Second Lang’s wife’s pleas, Song Wei informed everyone, "The matter is settled and will not change. Yuanbao, arrange to return to the village immediately."

Hearing that Song Qi was to be expelled from the clan, Song Yuanbao’s face, which had been sullen for months, finally showed improvement. Supporting Ye Ling, he returned to the room and quickly set to work.

Second Lang’s wife, after crying to no avail, returned to her room, grabbed Song Erlang’s sleeve, "Qi Qi has only been gone for a day. If you ride quickly, you should catch up. Erlang, go tell her she must not go to the Capital."

By staying, at least she would still belong to the Song family. Once she left, she would be expelled from the clan, and the Prince Cheng Mansion wouldn’t want her. How could she live all alone?

Frustrated and upset, Song Erlang flung his wife’s hand away, "If you want to go, go by yourself. I said I wouldn’t care about that wretched child’s life or death anymore."

Second Lang’s wife was stunned, "Erlang?"

"Shut up!" Song Erlang, having never committed any heinous deeds in his life, let alone taking a life.

Last year, it was that wretched child who had angered his mother and daughter to death. His wife could forget, but he couldn’t!

After a while, Old Song’s servant Si Xi came over, "The carriage is ready. The old master asked me to see when the second master and second madame plan to depart?"

Second Lang’s wife hastily wiped her face, intending to say she wasn’t feeling well, but Song Erlang spoke first, "Immediately."

With that, he grabbed his wife and dragged her out like a dead dog, throwing her onto the carriage.

The servants were startled by Song Erlang’s rough actions.

Second Lang’s wife was unwilling, wanting to go down and take the opportunity to bring Song Qi back.

Seeing this, Song Erlang opened the curtain for her, "Still want to go, do you? Get out now! I’ll have the Clan Leader erase your name from the family registry, and you and your daughter live outside forever. Don’t come back."

Second Lang’s wife’s back stiffened, her face turned pale. She knew he was so angry about Jiaojiao’s death that he meant what he said. She didn’t dare retort, whispering, "I wasn’t going anywhere, just wanted to instruct the maids to take good care of Duobao."

Song Erlang snorted coldly, instructed the coachman to depart, and followed Song Wei’s carriage.

...

As for Song Qi and her group heading north, their carriage broke down while passing through Kui State, coincidentally running into Xie Feng who was riding by.

At first, Xie Feng wasn’t sure it was Song Qi, but the more he looked at the servants bending over to check the wheels outside, the more familiar they seemed. Thinking carefully, weren’t they the Song family servants?

Xie Feng’s heart warmed as he rode up to ask, "Are you from the Song Mansion in Ningzhou?"

The servants turned to look at Xie Feng, immediately recognized him, and quickly bowed, "Mr. Xie."

Indeed, they were from the Song family. No wonder the Commandery Princess said Sister Song Qi had already departed for the Capital; it must be her sitting inside the carriage.

"Is your carriage broken? I happen to know how to fix it." Xie Feng dismounted, tied his horse to a nearby tree, and walked over.

The servants glanced at each other, all showing delight. The Xie Family’s eldest young master was fond of tinkering with things, and fixing a carriage was no problem for him, so they quickly fetched the usual tools.

Xie Feng took them, hesitated, and said, "It has to be removed to be fixed, so the person inside will need to come down."

One of the servants hurriedly bowed through the curtain to the person inside, "Second Miss, we’ve encountered Mr. Xie, who says he can fix the carriage, but you will need to come down for a moment."

Inside the carriage, Song Qi’s face had already stiffened, now turning livid.

She never imagined she would encounter Xie Feng in this desolate area. What was he doing here?

Oh, fixing the car. He came to fix her car.

Haha, truly born with a lowly fate. Thankfully, she hadn’t really married into the Xie Family back then, or she’d be the wife of a car-fixing servant now, constantly subjected to disdain.

Nanny Li and Xique and Hua Mei sat nearby, so Song Qi dared not show much emotion and quickly suppressed her displeasure, saying with a smile, "So it’s Mr. Xie, thanks for your trouble."

Saying this, she took out a silk handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her face, then said to Nanny Li, "Nanny, let’s go down and rest for a bit."

Hearing the title "Mr. Xie," Xie Feng was taken aback. He clearly remembered before returning to Ningzhou, Song Qi once hid in their guest house, pitifully calling him Brother Feng and saying she was willing to marry him.

How long has it been since they last saw each other, and why has she suddenly become so distant?

While lost in thought, Xique and Hua Mei had already helped Song Qi and Nanny Li down.

Xie Feng’s gaze fixed on the young girl with her face covered, her hair styled in a hanging bangs bun, adorned with a green hairpin, her light green jacket highlighting her youthful charm.

She’s become so lovely; it seems the Song Family’s attitude towards her has changed.

Seeing her, Xie Feng’s heart warmed, and he smiled at Song Qi as he performed a courtesy gesture for an equal, "Sister Song Qi."

Hearing Xie Feng address her as sister, Song Qi felt deeply uncomfortable inside. She was soon to become the Heir Princess Consort Cheng in the Prince Cheng Mansion, not the sister of some car-fixing servant.

Yet, due to the strict upbringing this past month, she couldn’t show any sign of discomfort, forcing herself to appear very amiable, "We’re rushing to Beijing, about the carriage, I’ll rely on you."

Inside, Xie Feng felt as sweet as honey, "I’ll repair the carriage as quickly as possible." Saying this, a hint of youthful shyness appeared on the young man’s face, "I requested leave to come fetch you, my parents are unaware. Don’t worry, I will arrange for you to stay at the estate, which the Commandery Princess gifted to me, unknown to others."

Song Qi deeply frowned while listening, "Fetch me? Estate? I don’t understand what Mr. Xie is talking about."

This matter was solely his idea from the beginning, without discussing with the family or Ningzhou, it’s natural for Sister Song Qi to be unaware. Seeing that there were many people around, Xie Feng worried Song Qi might be embarrassed, so he called her aside and said in a low voice, "I’ve said it before, I’ll marry no one but you in this lifetime, although... although my parents disagree now. But as long as you follow me back, initially settling at the estate, as time passes, and the old matters gradually fade away, maybe they will change their view of you, and everything will be fine. I have a position at the Ministry of Justice, I’ll work diligently, earn money to support you, and buy you beautiful clothes and jewelry."

Song Qi understood now, Xie Feng had no idea of her being chosen by the Prince Cheng Mansion, and he specifically came to Ningzhou to take her to the estate as a mistress.

A mistress? With the Xie Family’s background, being able to support a family was fortunate enough, let alone a mistress? Just hearing it made her want to retch!

Song Qi suppressed her rising nausea, her eyes mocking, "What is Mr. Xie saying? I don’t recall ever promising to you."

Xie Feng was stunned, mumbling, "Before returning to Ningzhou, Sister Song Qi said you were willing to marry me."

"I’m willing to marry; can you afford to?" Song Qi didn’t hide the contempt in her tone, "Dare to think of the Heir Princess Consort Cheng, aren’t you afraid of implicating your entire family for execution?"

Xie Feng was petrified, "What Heir Princess Consort?"

How could Sister Song Qi be the Heir Princess Consort?

Xique, being closest to the two, heard their conversation and immediately sneered, "Mr. Xie, I advise you to give up your affection for our Miss Song as soon as possible. Miss Song has been chosen by the Prince Cheng Mansion as a candidate for the Heir Princess Consort, can she become your mistress? Stop kidding around, if known, people would ridicule our Miss Song endlessly."

Xie Feng was practically struck by lightning, his face stiffening, shaking his head incessantly, "Impossible, impossible, Prince Cheng is indeed selecting a consort, but I haven’t heard of Miss Song being chosen, did you get it wrong?"

"We’ve come to this point, Mr. Xie’s continued stubbornness serves no purpose?" Xique unhappily looked at him, "Haven’t you noticed the palace’s nanny following along? Our Miss Song is going to Beijing to enter the Prince Mansion as the Heir Princess Consort, yet you want her to go to the estate and become a hidden mistress? Can you reach that far? Truly laughable!"

This statement might as well openly declare he’s unworthy.

Xie Feng bit his lip hard, his heart blocked, looking at Song Qi, his eyes tinged with red, "Then what about those words you said to me previously..."

"Just a joke, why take it seriously, Mr. Xie?" Song Qi casually glanced at his simple attire, her eyes filled with greater disdain.

Unless she lost her mind, why would she choose to be a consort over being a mistress?