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  After being beaten by his father, he lay alone on the brick floor of the inner room where his mother was burning incense, his heart as still as death. He only hoped that when he opened his eyes again, everything that had happened would be just a dream, and his father would still be the same strict but nagging father, and his younger brother would still be the weak but obedient brother... At that moment, he felt that death was nothing more than this.

  But he was saved by Duanzhao.

  His sworn brother Chen Tao was killed for refusing to betray him, his staff and bodyguards were hunted down... He had no choice but to stand up, numbly confronting his father... At that time, he felt that the world was cruel, nothing more.

  Ke Wenzhao's escort helped him deliver the letter in time.

  He not only re-established his position, but also won the dowry of his mother, the jurisdiction of Yizhitang, and even if he wore the big hat of "filial piety", he had a way to compete with his father.

  Every time he felt he had reached a dead end, there would be a sudden turn of events and a new path would emerge.

  Song Mo thought of Du Shuang's expression when he said those words.

  Her smile gradually faded from the bottom of her eyes, flashing a hint of sadness, a hint of desolation, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of sighs... But soon it was all gone, and she became radiant again, looking around with a flying gaze, as if a traveler who had been on a long journey, alone in the vast and quiet night, finally couldn't hide his exhaustion after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.

  Tough yet fragile.

  It suddenly made him feel unbearable heartache.

  She is so good, but life is so unfair to her!

  He suddenly wanted to see Wei Tingyu.

  "Chen He," Song Mo ordered, "we'll return to Kyoto immediately."

  "Ah!" Chen He exclaimed in surprise, "You're not going back to your estate in Daxing?"

  "I've been out for seven or eight days, and I should head back." Song Mo said calmly, "After returning to the capital, take my name card to the Jining Marquis's residence - I have business with the Jining Marquis."

  Chen He nodded "yes", and exchanged a glance with Xia Xuan.

  The young master originally planned to stay in Zhending for three days, but now it's only the second day and he's eager to return to Kyoto. Moreover, after meeting Miss Duan, the fourth daughter of the Duan family... isn't Jin'ning Hou supposed to be her future husband?!

  Xia Lian was worried and anxious.

  As soon as he returned to the Yi Zhi Tang, he immediately went to see Yan Chaoqing, who was guarding the house, and told him his concerns: "...... If Guo Gongye discovers anything unusual, it will be disastrous! Dou Si Miss is the niece of Dou Ge Lao!"

  Yan Chaoqing did not know beforehand that Song Mo would go to Zhending to see Duan Zhao. When he found out, Song Mo had already set off for two or three days, and he also felt that at this time, Song Mo should not have too much contact with Duan Zhao, lest the British Gongfu grasp something. Now hearing Xiaolou say so, he feels that the situation is even more serious.

  He pondered and said, "Miss Duan has saved the prince's life, and the prince personally came to thank her, which is a respect for Miss Duan. You don't have to be so surprised, just pay attention next time. If the prince visits too frequently, we can remind him again, it's not too late."

  Xia Lian made up her mind and chatted with Yan Zhao about going to Zhen Ding. Then she went back to her room to rest.

  Yan Chaoqing wandered around the house for half a day and went to Song Mo's place.

  Song Mo had just washed up and was sitting on the large kang by the window, listening to Wu Yi tell about what had happened in the Yu Zhi Hall over the past few days.

  Since Wu Yi and Song Luo recovered from their injuries, Song Mo made them his personal attendants.

  When he saw Yan Chaoqing coming in, Wu Yi hurriedly bowed his head and smiled at Yan Chaoqing, and only after finishing speaking did he come forward to pay his respects.

  Song Mo invited Yan Chaoqing to sit on the kang, smiling and saying: "I was just about to go visit Mr. Yan later, didn't expect Mr. Yan to come first." Then he ordered Wu Yi to make a pot of Bi Luo Chun tea. "This season is best for drinking Bi Luo Chun."

  Yan Chaoqing smiled and thanked him, then sat face-to-face with Song Mo.

  Wuyi went up for tea and quietly retreated afterwards.

  Yan Chaoqing then said: "So to speak, has the young master already known?"

  He just heard a faint sound when he came in.

  Song Mo nodded and said: "I heard Wu Yi say... Father asked two old Confucians from the Hanlin Academy to tutor Tian En at home, and personally supervised Tian En's homework."

  If it were in the past, he would have returned to the mansion and Song Han would have rushed over eagerly, but today, even until now, there is no sign of Song Han.

  Yan Chaoqing hesitated and said: "So your meaning is......"

  Song Mo laughed and said: "I've already done so, if Tian En can gain Father's delight, it might not be a bad thing!"

  "But...if things go on like this, Song Han will inevitably become estranged from Song Mo. If the Duke of England continues to secretly instigate and manipulate them, I fear that he will stage a story of brothers becoming sworn enemies."

  "It doesn't matter," Song Mo said. "Tian En is only ten years old this year, and the reason why his father can speak up in front of the emperor is that he has more or less relied on some of his grandfather's remaining prestige. You don't have to worry."

  The old British public is wise and has a good understanding of the emperor's intentions, being considered as his right-hand man. This allowed Song Mo to obtain the hereditary title of commander-in-chief for his newly born son. Compared to the old British public, Song Yichun was far inferior, and with Song Mo ahead of him, he would need great ability to promote Song Han.

  Yan Chaoqing suddenly understood.

  "It was indeed I who worried too much." He smiled and then spoke out his true intention, "I am worried that after you come of age - at that time you will be sixteen years old, I fear the Duke will make a move on your marriage..."

  Jiang died, Jiang Mei and others were either dead or exiled, and Mrs. Mei was far away in Haozhou. Even if Song Yichun had arranged a marriage for Song Mo, there would have been no one to stop it in time.

  Song Mo sneered: "But she's just a woman in the inner courtyard. If she obeys, that's fine; if she has ulterior motives, let her fend for herself."

  The father and son are like fire and water, this is the only thing that the father can grasp now. The father cannot easily give up on it. He has long been prepared in his heart, his wife will not be a good match for him anyway.

  Yan Chaoqing gazed at Song Mo's bright and handsome face, and couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

  Song Mo had already made preparations and had long since made up his mind, feeling that continuing to discuss this topic would be a waste of words. He shifted the subject, saying: "Is there any new discovery on my father's side?"

  Since the situation had stabilized, Song Mo went over everything again, but still couldn't find any reason why his father would want to harm him.

  Although he occasionally had the idea of "how good it would be if Diao Zhao could see something with a clear mind as an onlooker", he did not place all his hopes in Diao Zhao - Zhuge Liang knew everything under heaven without leaving his bed. It was also because he made friends with knowledgeable and famous scholars, who understood the past and present. The family affairs of the Duke of Britain were probably not enough to be a topic of discussion among people, and Diao Zhao had never been to Kyoto, so how could she know?

  Song Mo went to see Dou Zhao, mainly to thank her for adding congratulations and hairpinning joy.

  Yan Chaoqing smiled bitterly: "When Dingguo Gong had an accident, Guogong Ye made arrangements everywhere and didn't show any perfunctoriness..."

  Song Mo Si thought back and forth, feeling that the reason for his parents' quarrel could only be due to the death of his uncles.

  He felt relieved and yet a little disappointed, muttering to himself: "Could it be some old business from before... Mother didn't know about it earlier, but with the passing of my eldest uncle, it was dug up again..."

  In Song Mo's impression, his uncle seemed to look down on his father a bit, as if he was afraid that his father would spoil him. He was so busy, but often wrote letters to him by hand and interfered with his homework. Even his uncle's own son had never enjoyed such intimacy. His father was also very dissatisfied with his uncle because of this.

  He thought for a moment. Before Yan Chaoqing could speak, he had already said: "If it's really an old matter from years ago, I'm afraid the only one who can be asked is my grandmother..."

  Song Mo's move to weed out the snakes shocked Song Yichun, who then killed all those who had framed Song Mo and were involved in his downfall, especially the old servants of the Jiang family; not a single one of the third-class maidservants survived.

  As soon as he finished speaking, he and Yan Zhaoqing discussed: "This matter concerns the secrets of the British government, I'm afraid you'll have to go to Huzhou personally."

  "The young master can rest assured, I will return immediately to pack my clothes." Yan Zhaoqing was also a straightforward person, "Set off for Haozhou tonight."

  Something happened at the British Consulate. Song Mo didn't dare tell her grandmother.

  His grandmother is advanced in age and has lost her son, daughter, grandson and granddaughter one after another. How can he bear to let the old lady worry about his affairs?

  But Grandma was sharp and capable. To avoid arousing her suspicion, only Yan Zhaoqing could go would be the most suitable!

  He called Xiaolong in and had him arrange for several highly skilled guards to escort Yan Chaozhu.

  Xia Lian responded with a respectful tone, and Chen He returned to report: "Young Master, the Marquis of Jin'ning said he is in mourning at home and it's inconvenient for him to receive guests!"

  Everyone in the house had a gloomy face.

  It was the same during the Wei and Jin dynasties, when very few people were able to observe the 27 months of mourning according to the Zhou Li. As long as they didn't indulge in music and horses, it was fine. Wei Tingyu did this precisely to draw a clear line between himself and the Song and Mo schools.

  At first, Song Mo treated him like a brother, seeing that he liked riding and shooting, so he gave him the red jade horse from his mansion.

  Song Mo also looked unsuspecting.

  It seems that what happened at the British Consulate has quietly spread out.

  Wei Tingyu is so indecisive and gutless, if Du Zhao marries him in the future, won't she have to suffer along with him?

  He secretly worried about Dòu Zhāo and thought about whether he should find an opportunity to meet Wèi Tíngyú.

  Although it was for Duan Zhao, thinking of Wei Tingyu made him feel quite annoyed.

  Song Moqiang suppressed his annoyance and instructed Chen He: "We'll talk about this later. Just keep an eye on Wei Tingyu's movements for me!"

  Is it impossible for Young Master Shizi to interact with that broken Marquis?

  Chen He and others all changed color slightly, only Yan Zhaoqing, looking at the tea cup in his hand, showed a thoughtful expression.

  In the Jin'ning Marquis's estate, not far from the British Embassy, Wei Tingyu was being scolded by Wei Tingzhen, who had returned to her parents' home to visit Tian Shi: ".... What business is it of yours what happens in the Song family? Are you afraid that after Song Yichun killed Song Mo, he'll come after you next? What are you afraid of? Who is Song Mo? His own father can't even handle him, and yet you dare to show him your backside! Have you gone mad? If I hadn't stumbled upon this by chance, were you planning on cutting ties with Song Mo from now on?"

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  Sisters and brothers, I am finally free.

  Update tomorrow!

  However, the house is in a mess and can't sleep without cleaning up, so I'll make an effort to clean up tonight and write tomorrow. Everyone will see the article tomorrow afternoon!

  Hehe......

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