The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 493 - 491: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (17)

Chapter 493: Chapter 491: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (17)

But Mr. Song was somewhat fierce. Even if Madam Song had opinions, she dared not say much and could only endure. The servants attending them dared not even breathe, each with their heads bowed, as if wishing to bury their heads in their chests.

Everyone hoped Mr. Song’s anger would dissipate quickly.

Song Wanwan gathered her courage to speak on behalf of her mother, "Father, please don’t blame Mother anymore. Isn’t the most important thing now to find a way to invite the Seventeenth Prince?"

Mr. Song replied, "You’re not wrong, but you see the situation now; that Seventeenth Prince simply won’t come."

Indeed!

Having recognized this fact, everyone fell silent. They stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in front of them, as if staring long enough could reveal something new.

Seeing everyone’s expression, Mr. Song sighed deeply, "Fine, let’s eat our meal, everyone, go ahead and eat."

Once Mr. Song gave the order, staring at the bowls and chopsticks before them any longer was pointless. Following Mr. Song’s lead, everyone picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.

However, the previously delicious food now tasted like wax in their mouths, utterly tasteless.

Everyone ate a little hastily and then went back to their rooms.

...

Night fell, as dark as ink.

One couldn’t see their fingers in front of them.

Madam Song’s maid, carrying a red lantern with four corners, carefully led Madam Song to the courtyard where her two daughters lived.

Song Wanwan and Song Manman happened to be together, seemingly arguing about something. Both sisters appeared flushed and short of breath, their complexions not looking good.

Madam Song’s arrival prompted them to cease all arguments, putting aside their grievances, and feigned a picture of harmony.

The sisters sat separately at each side of the Eight Immortals table. Though there was no quarrel anymore, and everything seemed fine, neither paid attention to the other, creating an undeniably subtle atmosphere.

A mother knows her daughters best.

Madam Song saw the situation and understood everything but did not speak directly.

She said, "Wan Wan, Man Man, I’ve thought about it. We cannot be so passive. If we want to marry the Seventeenth Prince, we must strive for it ourselves and find a way."

Song Wanwan said with a headache, "But Mother, you’ve seen it too. Even though the Seventeenth Prince lives with us, eats ours, and stays at our place, he doesn’t give us any face." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Madam Song advised, "Wan Wan, mind your words."

Song Manman said, "That’s right, mind your words. The prince can give Father a paper with his private seal, letting Father write whatever bride price he wants. Such a gesture shows that he’s not an ordinary person. If he wanted, he could buy ten of our estates, let alone staying here for a few days. There’s nothing to fuss about."

The Song family had been merchants for generations; although merchants held a low status, they had wealth!

With money but nothing to do, naturally, they built and refurbished estates.

The current Song estate was designed by Mr. Song himself and constructed by skilled artisans. Regardless of its appearance, it was certainly time-consuming, labor-intensive, and costly...

Something ordinary families wouldn’t dare dream of.

But the Seventeenth Prince clearly didn’t value such an estate and could casually give out paper stamped with his personal seal, letting people write whatever they wanted.

Hearing Song Manman’s words, Song Wanwan finally understood all this.

She felt slightly embarrassed for not understanding the situation, taking herself too seriously, and belittling others suddenly.

She approached and hugged her mother’s arm, calling softly, "Mother."

"Alright, Wan Wan, as long as you know what to say and what not to say." Madam Song said, "I’m here because I have an idea to discuss with you."

Saying that, Madam Song looked at the maid who came along.

The maid understood, quickly leading the attendants in the room to stand guard outside.

The spacious room was soon surrounded tightly, not even a fly could enter.

"Mother, seeing you being so cautious, do you have a good idea?" Song Manman asked uneasily.

Song Wanwan, full of curiosity, asked, "Do you think this idea can work?"

Madam Song, brimming with confidence and a hint of pride, said, "When I reached marriageable age, our family was not well-off, and I was just a concubine’s daughter. I couldn’t have expected to marry your father. But to be able to marry him, I relied on this trick. Do you think it worked?"

Song Wanwan exclaimed excitedly, "Then it must work."

Madam Song smiled, acknowledging silently.

Song Manman felt uneasy, her eyes flickered, and she remained silent.

"Mother, tell us what the plan is." Song Wanwan urged anxiously.

"It’s very simple." Madam Song said, "All you need to do is make the rice cooked; subsequently, everyone sees it. Then, whether he admits it or not, the Seventeenth Prince will have to marry you."

Back when she wanted to marry Mr. Song, Madam Song became pregnant with Song Wanwan before marriage.

Now, she was passing this "foolproof" plan to her daughter.

She believed it was a fail-safe "good idea", so after presenting this idea, her eyebrows showed a trace of pride.

Song Manman observed her mother’s reaction but said nothing.

Song Wanwan understood the meaning of "making the rice cooked", felt a bit embarrassed, her ears turned red.

After a long pause, she bashfully, hesitantly asked, "Mother... what... what if it doesn’t work?"

"These officials care most about saving face. In situations like this, they will surely resolve it promptly without letting the matter escalate." Madam Song confidently stated, "So it will work."

Song Manman hesitated, "Mother, there are always unexpected things. If it doesn’t work out, won’t the girl’s entire life be ruined?"

Madam Song replied, "Believe in Mother, there won’t be any unexpected events."

Song Wanwan agreed, "Yes, there won’t be, with Mother setting the precedent!"

"Wanwan is right." Madam Song continued, "Manman, whether you listen to your mother or not is up to you. I respect your decision and won’t force you. Just know, if your sister listens to Mother and ends up marrying the Seventeenth Prince, don’t blame me."

"Mother, I’m a bit scared it won’t work. You help my sister instead!" Song Manman was still apprehensive and felt it wasn’t right, so she said, "I’ll go back to sleep first."

Song Manman fled like she was escaping, worried that if she stayed any longer, she would be brainwashed and change her mind.

"If she doesn’t listen, so be it. Wanwan, let’s continue our discussion." Madam Song sighed regretfully, then continued to plan with Song Wanwan on how to execute this.

In no time, they had a rough plan.

Three days later, a banquet would be held again at the mansion, inviting close friends and relatives, including Song Wei and the Seventeenth Prince.

Many people would be there, plenty would be watching, making it the most convenient time to accomplish their goal.

So, the mother and daughter planned to act in three days.