Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 166 The Two Kings Meet Song Shi'an
Jiang was dressed in a complete set of fine silks and satins, looking like a divine being.

She originally didn't own many of these clothes, but now she has more than she can wear.

"These clothes given to me by the Lady of the Prime Minister are indeed elegant and luxurious." Standing in front of the maid, she slowly turned around, her face full of undisguised joy.

Ling Cheng was Song Jing's former deputy, and he was also the first to arrive today to present his congratulatory gift.

Those who are particular about etiquette will not only send gifts to the Marquis, but also have their wives send gifts to the Marquis's wife.

This one is even more particular.

They sent two sets of gorgeous clothes, different in style but made of the same material.

It is true that there is only one matriarch in a family.

But who wouldn't notice Song Shi'an's mother?
Bribing the mother of a powerful person is far more thoughtful than directly bribing the powerful person.

"Madam doesn't look like she's in her thirties at all," the maid said with a smile, feigning surprise at her beauty.

"You don't look like you're in your thirties at all! I'm already forty." Jiang was amused. "How come you have such a silver tongue?"

"Ah? This servant can't tell at all," she said, feigning alarm.

"Heh." Madam Jiang snorted, then lowered her voice and asked, "If the master were to divide the jewels that the powerful and wealthy people outside gave me, would he give me half?"

"Of course we need it," the maid said very seriously. "Young Master Shi'an is a prince bestowed by His Majesty."

Jiang was indeed a concubine.

But Song Shi'an suddenly became the 'legitimate son'.

Then her identity would change accordingly.

The number of maids increased from one to four, making them equal to Madam Cui's status.

Although the location of the house cannot be changed, I heard it will be renovated and some expensive furniture will be added.

In short, we are no longer living under someone else's roof.

"When Young Master An becomes the young master, does that mean he'll become the master of the Song family in the future..." the maid whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense," Jiang said, raising her finger.

However, no reprimand was issued.

In her view, her son should naturally become the master of the Song family.

This title was personally bestowed by His Majesty!
"This servant knows she was wrong and will not speak recklessly."

She quickly admitted her mistake, then glanced furtively at Madam Jiang, her face flushed, and asked cautiously, "Young Master Shi'an doesn't have a maidservant... Madam, what do you think of me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang looked her over.

Her face, still chubby from being a baby, had delicate skin with a hint of pink, and she was quite pretty. Although she still had a childlike, rounded shape, her waist had narrowed out, making her taut, rounded breasts even more noticeable.

"What, you want to become like me?" Jiang asked back.

"...This servant dares not, this servant dares not."

The maidservant immediately lowered her head and became obedient.

"Don't become a maidservant to the young master, and if you happen to give birth to a son, you can also try to gain status through your son."

"This servant would not dare to have such unrealistic thoughts... This servant is only worried about the young master..."

No matter how she explains, it's just a cover-up; there's no way to rationalize what she just said.

Song Shi'an did have servants, but none of them were specifically there to serve him, because he himself didn't like anyone staying there.

As for the point about a young man's 'enlightenment'.

In the Song family, no one ever worried that Song Shi'an was ignorant about matters between men and women; in fact, they hoped he would visit brothels less often.

But now, Jiang has some doubts.

It's a little strange that a man in his twenties doesn't want to get married and isn't interested in the many women in the household.

Could it be that when people listened to music in brothels in the past, they actually went to drink alcohol with their music?

Everyone else ordered, but he didn't?

"I knew you wouldn't dare," Jiang said after scolding him. "I have four people here, which is too many. You should go to the young master's place."

Upon hearing this, the maid's eyes lit up, but she suppressed her joy: "Yes, Madam."

“But you were there to serve the young master, not some maidservant.” Staring at her, Madam Jiang said seriously, “If you dare to get pregnant, you’re dead.”

The maid nodded with great reverence: "Madam, this servant would never dare to do such a rebellious thing."

.........

In his room, Song Shi'an sat at his desk, pen in hand, writing in small regular script on sheets of white paper, his writing somewhat hastily.

Give your full attention.

Just then, there was a knock on the door: "Young Master."

"Enter."

Song Shi'an continued writing without looking up.

Then, the girl walked in and stood shyly beside Song Shi'an.

"What's wrong?" Song Shi'an still didn't look at her.

“Young Master, Madam sent me to serve you,” the girl said.

They've all come to serve?
Are you so worried that I have sexual repression?

Song Shi'an smiled and said, "No need, I don't need any service here. You can go back."

Upon hearing this, the girl was visibly silent for a moment, then said in a somewhat naive and soft voice, "It was Madam who sent me..."

Song Shi'an raised his head and looked at her.

The girl lowered her head, gently biting her lip, her eyes filled with grievance, looking weak and pitiful.

"I really don't need it here."

Song Shi'an wasn't impotent; he just wasn't interested in such ordinary, pretty maids.

If it's someone he likes, he's still willing to show his masculine qualities.

Besides, for him now, women are clearly not the interesting thing.

At this moment, he is a writer.

As a writer, how can you easily dismiss your uniqueness (referring to inspiration)?

"Alright, then you can stay here."

Since it was his mother's wish, Song Shi'an did not refuse.

"Mmm." The girl nodded with a smile, looking quite happy.

"By the way, what's your name?" Song Shi'an asked.

“My name is Yun’er, Yun as in 'cloud bean'.”

"Oh, you can read?"

"I can't read, but when I entered the manor, the head maid told me that I was chubby, like a kidney bean, so I'll call myself Kidney Bean," the girl explained.

“Kidney beans are good.” After saying that, Song Shi’an looked at the paper in front of him and asked, “Can you understand this?”

"I don't understand at all." Yun'er shook her head. "What is this that the young master has written?"

"What's written is my ten thousand taels of gold."

Taking advantage of the free time before the Qionglin Banquet begins, I'll make good plans for the future.

That's right, it's a novel.

The author of the bestselling novel of the time, "The Strange Tale," made a small fortune. Song Shi'an, after reading it, offered a very apt assessment: it's not as good as "Battle Through the Heavens." Of course, he wasn't yet sure what he wanted to write.

But it's definitely not original.

A novice writer wants to become famous? He's not that good enough.

It's worth taking a look at; it's necessary.

Moreover, he desperately needs a large sum of money earned honestly.

"Although I don't know what it is, the young master is really amazing."

Yun'er's face was full of admiration.

"You can sit in the front."

Seeing that she was still standing, Song Shi'an casually said something.

"Hmm."

Yun'er was quite obedient and sat down at the table in front of Song Shi'an's desk.

As soon as she sat down, her rounded hips, wrapped in a hemp skirt, overflowed from the edge of the stool like a steamed cake rising from its folds, forming a taut, full-moon-like curve that was quite plump and lustrous...

"Come sit on my bed."

Song Shi'an felt that his uniqueness as a writer was being disturbed.

"Yes, young master." Yun'er blushed, then walked nervously to the bedside and sat on Song Shi'an's bed.

With his hands resting on his thighs, he stood tall and waited patiently.

But in this way, about half an hour passed.

Song Shi'an is still focused on writing.

Behind her, Yun'er slumped down, exhausted, propping her head up with her hands, sitting there listlessly.

Having finally finished the first chapter, Song Shi'an put down his pen, picked up the papers, and after carefully reading them, couldn't help but murmur in approval: "Although the writing still needs to be polished many times, the plot is already vividly presented."

Sure enough, any plot point that Song Shi'an could remember perfectly must be a classic among classics.

It certainly can meet the needs of this era.

He put down his pen, stretched, and turned around. At that moment, Yun'er, who had been slumped over, immediately sat up straight, revealing a gentle and joyful smile: "Young Master."

"Have you maids talked about anything?" Song Shi'an asked.

The government's intelligence network.

"We have a lot to discuss. What is it you wish to ask, young master?"

"Haven't you had quite a few people coming to give congratulatory gifts all day today?" Song Shi'an asked.

"Many officials came, and they brought very fine gifts. One official even brought a whole box of jewelry." As she said this, she showed a small piece of white jade on her wrist. "Every servant in the manor received one."

"That's great. Do you have the money?" Song Shi'an asked.

"Yes, everyone received a considerable amount of reward money."

"You deserve this."

The Song family has gone through such a great disaster, and these servants have shared weal and woe with them. Now that they have prospered, it is only natural to reward them, win their hearts, and strengthen the family's cohesion.

"They also talked about the marriage proposal..." Yun'er said. "When those adults came, many of them asked about the marriage between the young master and the young master."

"What are your thoughts?" Song Shi'an asked.

“We all think that the young master will follow the master’s arrangements,” Yun’er said. “But we also think that the young master might have his own ideas. Everyone is saying that the young master wrote about a woman in his examination paper, and that she is the woman he wants to marry.”

Who do you think it is?

"Everyone guesses it's the daughter of the Sun family," Yun'er said with great anticipation. "After all, she's the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan."

"So you mean I only care about looks when choosing a wife?" Song Shi'an asked.

“Of course not,” Yun’er said seriously. “For the young master, it’s definitely also about his physique.”

Song Shi'an: "?"

"Family background is also very important..."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Song Shi'an was relieved.

Everyone knows he has a rebellious streak and won't easily get married.

Old Song, don't even think about it anymore.

With Song Ce at home to help carry on the family line, please stop pressuring me to get married.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door. It was Song Gan: "Young Master."

“Go in,” Song Shi’an said.

After opening the door, Song Gan urgently announced, "A royal procession has arrived outside the manor. I heard it's the Prince of Wu, and it seems the Sixth Prince has come as well. The Marquis is receiving them at the gate. I've come to inform you."

Song Jing indeed had no energy left to give orders, but Song Gan was so shrewd that he naturally knew that the two of them were actually there to see Song Shi'an.

So without saying a word, they came over immediately to report.

“Okay, I’ll come out after I change my clothes and straighten my hat.” Song Shi’an was surprised because this was unexpected.

It's not that I think they shouldn't have come.

But I never expected to meet with the two kings so soon.

Today is very important!

"Yes, young master."

Song Gan quickly withdrew and closed the door.

Just as Song Shi'an was about to change his clothes, Yun'er was already looking for a robe for him.

"No need, I can do it myself."

Song Shi'an said casually.

Yun'er stopped and lowered her head, honestly saying, "Yun'er is just eating for free at the Song residence; she'll be kicked out..."

"No, no, no."

Song Shi'an raised his hand and said, "I'm wearing the gilded crown and jade belt that the emperor gave me, and the clothes are that white set."

Yun'er quickly got to work.

Song Shi'an didn't take her seriously, untied his belt, and took off his clothes.

It was quickly picked up and hung aside.

Yun'er was quite efficient and quickly helped Song Shi'an put on the white robe.

She gently knelt down, facing upwards, and tied the white jade belt around Song Shi'an's neck.

Then she went around behind him and tried to adjust his belt. Unintentionally, she pressed herself against him, and her ample figure was imprinted on his back, like a millstone pressing down.

In no time, everything was tidied up.

Indeed, as a powerful minister who was to share the empire with Xiao Wei, he had to adapt to such extravagance.

"Stay here until tonight."

Song Shi'an casually tossed out a sentence and stepped out the door.

Full of confidence and preparedness, they aimed to capture both kings in one battle.
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I couldn't resist using some vulgar language; if you find it offensive, feel free to criticize here.

(End of this chapter)