The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1253: Prime Minister Song’s Silver Tongue

It’s said that the Prime Minister Song’s mouth is a deceitful one. Qingcheng Marquis, having never dealt with him, always thought it was an exaggeration, but now he realizes.This tongue must have been forged and tested through countless trials.

What kind of words is he saying?

Qingcheng Marquis nearly choked on his own old blood.

Clearly holding the token, his odds were great, but now, ha.

"...You know, those who enlist and fight, if luck favors them, they earn military merits and get promotions. But to put it bluntly, it’s like living with one’s life tied at the waist." Song Zhiyuan continues to ’criticize himself,’ apologetically saying: "If that child is lucky, he returns whole for marriage, but if he’s missing any limbs, well truly... alas."

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, giving Qingcheng Marquis some space to ’digest.’

Swallowing a sip of tea, he sincerely added: "That’s why what my father did wasn’t right, wouldn’t my mother scold him? We should live honestly, and if setting up a marriage alliance, follow the proper three letters and six rites process, not like him who fooled others, settling matters without properly discussing them, isn’t that just deceiving the girl?"

Qingcheng Marquis: "..."

I suspect you’re cursing at me.

Song Zhiyuan stood up and gestured with his hand, saying: "My lord, for the mistake my father made, I, as his son, apologize to you."

Qingcheng Marquis chuckled lightly: "You must have heard wrong. The agreement with your father was clearly made for your family’s eldest son, not for some second Young Master?"

Song Zhiyuan said in surprise: "That can’t be, my father knows my brother Su’er is already betrothed. Why would he arrange another? Perhaps my lord drank too much and misunderstood? I asked over and over, and he indeed set it for my second nephew."

Qingcheng Marquis turned green.

If it really was settled for the one heading to the army, it’s just like with the family’s eldest son — a promise beyond fate, unaware of when the other side might return. In the future, whether they’re dead or alive, should my granddaughter marry over, just like her aunt?

Qingcheng Marquis held his teacup again and took a sip. Indeed, Prime Minister Song just casually turned the game alive.

Song Zhiyuan’s smile was faint. Not to mention using unlucky Zhao’er as the scapegoat, even if Qingcheng Marquis House genuinely wanted to decide, they could force it over, and there’d still be a way to annul it in the future.

He’s gambling, gambling on whether Qingcheng Marquis would be the ’unscrupulous’ grandfather, insisting on this marriage and thoroughly offending Song Family, or use this leverage for something real.

Indeed, how this so-called verbal agreement came about, everyone knows, if Qingcheng Marquis truly decides, before the girl even marries over, he could completely offend Song Family.

Better to use the token for a tangible benefit.

Qingcheng Marquis was clearly a wise man, sighed: "Bo Ning brother is really, how could he be so confused? Look at how this matter is stirred up, alas, if my granddaughter got settled like this, in the future she’d resent me to death as her grandfather?"

"Marriages are major affairs, with parents’ command and matchmakers’ words, you mustn’t speak like that."

Qingcheng Marquis waved his hand, saying: "I’ve said it before, I’m old, I can’t bear those matters of life and death. Not to mention, you’re not an outsider, you were once classmates with my useless son, naturally you know of the lawsuit he’s involved in?"

"I’ve heard a bit about it."

Qingcheng Marquis revealed a bitter smile: "Precisely because such a marriage was arranged in the past, it became such a joke. We, as the elderly, remained untroubled, but he faced hardships. Could I heartlessly make my granddaughter a second Mrs. Luo?"