Frost for a Thousand Years

Chapter 198 The Grand Wedding at the Song Family Mansion Brings Abundant Wealth

Why did I hear my own name?

Song Qin, who happened to be coming out, stood there in astonishment.

"Perfect timing." Song Shi'an walked over, patted her head, and casually instructed, "Take Yu'er out to play, okay?"

"Hey!"

Seeing that Song Shi'an was about to leave, Song Qin called out to him.

"A relative from my hometown, can you please not be so cold? I can't even ask you to take them out for a little fun..."

"Who says it's not possible?" Song Qin said, stretching out her hand, staring into his eyes, and said confidently, "How can we go out without money?"

"You're just obsessed with money."

After making a complaint, Song Shi'an took out his money pouch from his sleeve. But as soon as he took it out, it was snatched away: "Stop dawdling."

"Remember to pay me back if you don't finish spending it!"

After speaking to Song Qin, Song Shi'an looked at Yu'er and said with a smile, "Brother has something else to do, so let sister play with you."

Yu'er was not discouraged at all. On the contrary, she smiled politely and said, "Goodbye, brother."

A girl who calls someone "brother" so affectionately is the most well-behaved type. And being so young, she doesn't have many thoughts about romantic relationships.

So this kind of girl would be perfect as a younger sister.

Being a wife truly feels sinful.

"You child!" Jiang was exasperated, having no way to deal with Song Shi'an's stubbornness.

At her age, she's still not married. What is she trying to do?!
Be free.

Song Shi'an went directly to Song Ce's room.

Upon seeing this, the palace maids who were helping with the clothes quickly withdrew.

He walked over to his younger brother, who was sitting on the ground, and asked with a smile, "How are you feeling?"

“I don’t know whether I’m happy or nervous.” Song Ce shook his head. “I think Chang Qing is even more uneasy.”

"You have empathy at such a young age? That's good."

However, this personality doesn't necessarily make him a cuckold.

Gentleness alone is gentleness that accomplishes nothing.

But someone of this social class, talent, and appearance who can also love his daughter is truly invincible.

"Brother," Song Ce looked at Song Shi'an, who was also sitting on the ground beside him, and asked with some concern, "Will this trip to Northern Yan be dangerous?"

"Hmm," Song Shi'an asked, "You really want to go, don't you?"

"..." Song Ce, who had been hit the nail on the head, smiled and said, "The ambition of a great man should be like the Yangtze River flowing eastward to the sea."

“That’s well said,” Song Shi’an agreed.

"You said it at Situ Sun's banquet."

"Ah... Oh right."

“As civil officials, unlike military generals who go to the battlefield to fight the enemy, we don’t have many opportunities to face enemy countries directly,” Song Ce said. “But going on diplomatic missions, mediating in diplomacy, upholding national dignity, and protecting the borders and people is probably the best way for civil officials to leave their mark in history.”

“That’s right,” Song Shi’an said. “History records will not miss any official missions.”

The thought that he would no longer be able to hold a position of real power after marrying the princess made Song Ce slightly dejected.

The next moment, Song Shi'an put his hand on his shoulder: "Even if you win the heart of a beauty, don't forget to study, practice martial arts, and ride horses. Prepare everything and wait quietly."

"Waiting for His Majesty to have an enlightened mind?"

"No, rules are rules precisely because they cannot be broken."

Song Ce knew perfectly well that marrying the princess would ruin his career. The emperor's purpose was to suppress the Song family; why would he grant them any special favors? That would be putting the cart before the horse.

"but."

His gaze grew serious as he looked at his younger brother, and Song Shi'an said, word by word, "The rules will change."

.........

The next day was the wedding day.

None of the officials in Beijing, high or low, received an invitation, but almost none were absent. Even those who couldn't attend sent gifts via servants.

After all, this was not just a wedding for the Song family, but also the emperor's daughter's marriage.

Therefore, compared to the day the Song family was promoted to a noble family, the amount of funds flowing into the mansion today is much larger.

Those who registered their names with the red flag never stopped, and the congratulatory gifts kept pouring in.

As the eldest brother, Song Shi'an and Song Jing greeted them at the door.

Every now and then, he would steal a glance at the gift list and mutter to himself, "Lord Situ is truly magnanimous and doesn't hold grudges against petty people."

"What do you want to say?" Song Jing asked.

Song Shi'an said, "I thought he would only give me a copper coin. I didn't expect him to give such a big gift."

"Don't speak so recklessly."

Song Jing glared at him and whispered a reprimand.

Even at a time like this, you're still showing off your humor!

It is actually quite funny.

"His Highness the King of Wu has arrived!"

"His Highness the Prince of Zhongshan has arrived!"

Just then, such a sound suddenly came.

The two immediately left the mansion to greet him.

As soon as the two princes got out of the carriage, the eunuchs who had delivered the gifts went into the mansion.

"Please come in, Your Highnesses," Song Jing said.

"We've come today to deliver congratulatory gifts," King Wu explained. "We also have some military and state affairs to attend to later."

"Oh, I see." Song Jing nodded knowingly. "It is truly an honor for Your Highnesses to come in person. I am flattered."

"May the Song family soon have a distinguished grandson." King Wu personally offered his congratulations, and then prepared to leave.

At this moment, Wei Wusheng found Song Shi'an and said, "It's some military discussion about dealing with Yan Qi, so I can't attend Jingming's wedding today. I'm sorry."

"Then, will Your Highness be able to come?" Song Shi'an joked.

“Don’t say that.” Wei Wusheng gently punched his chest and said, “Changqing grew up with me and is my dearest sister. You must ask Jingming to take good care of her.” “When Your Highness comes to the Song residence, you will be enjoying a life of luxury,” Song Shi’an said.

"Okay, I have to go now."

Just as Wei Wusheng was about to leave, Song Shi'an noticed Song Qin standing to the side and suddenly beckoned, "Qin'er, come here and pay your respects to the two princes."

"..." Song Qin walked over honestly and gave a woman's bow to the two princes, "Greetings, Your Highnesses."

The King of Wu nodded slightly.

Wei Wusheng looked at her and smiled as he slowly bowed.

Upon seeing this, Song Qin immediately returned the greeting, appearing very reserved and fearful.

"Then we'll leave first."

With the two kings personally seeing them off, they boarded the royal carriage and left the Song residence.

"Take care of yourself first, don't worry about Qin'er," Song Jing said.

“Of course I have to worry about it,” Song Shi’an retorted stubbornly. “How can I not care about my sister?”

Song Qin, who was behind him, finally understood and her face turned red instantly.

Is this a way of marrying me off to the King of Zhongshan?

Although I was a little scared and didn't dare to look for too long, the King of Zhongshan did seem to be more handsome than the King of Wu beside him...

A short while later, Xinyue came over alone, carrying a gift box, and joined the line of people giving congratulatory gifts, appearing even more honest and unassuming.

"Oh, my wedding is here."

Seeing this, Song Shi'an left Song Jing behind and quickly walked over, taking the initiative to greet her: "Xin Yue, have you eaten?"

"I'm just here to eat at the banquet..."

Xinyue was unusually nervous.

After all, as a bodyguard, she had always been like a bat, and even if she had access to high society, she would never attend high society alone as a guest.

I'm here today purely out of respect for Song Shi'an.

"Then come in directly." Song Shi'an prepared to take her arm.

She strode quickly into the mansion and placed the items on the table.

“Record it, Xinyue,” Song Shi’an said to the servant who was recording the name.

The other party immediately did as instructed.

Then, led by Song Shi'an, Xin Yue walked up to Song Jing and slowly performed a man's salute: "I congratulate you, Minister (a respectful title for the Minister), and wish the Song family a grandson soon."

Song Jing had very complicated feelings about this woman.

He's a good kid, but as Jiang said, his involvement in dangerous situations is really a headache.

"Thank you." Song Jing nodded.

"Song Qin, take good care of your sister Xinyue," Song Shi'an instructed.

"Do you need to tell me?" Song Qin said happily, taking Xin Yue's arm and leading her into the mansion.

After Song Shi'an smiled and watched her leave, the father and son seemed to suddenly feel awkward, unsure of what to say.

Finally, Song Jing seemed to have come to a sense of relief and suddenly sighed.

Song Shi'an also comforted him, saying, "That's right, it's good that you've come to your senses, Dad. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings..."

"Did you say those words, you unfilial son?"

This provocation left Song Jing confused again.

.........

After all the gifts had been given, the guests who were able to participate were led into the mansion one by one.

People were seated in different areas in batches, according to their status and relationship with the organization.

These are the main halls.

Courtyard.

Some are in other courtyards.

There were just too many people.

While we were waiting, suddenly the festive sound of gongs and drums rang out.

Song Qin, who was huddled with Xin Yue, suddenly became excited: "The bride is coming!"

The two witnessed firsthand the eight-bearer sedan chair entering the Song residence and proceeding all the way to the main hall.

The brocade curtain with sun and moon patterns hanging from the Seven Treasures Chariot was lifted by a golden hook, and Princess Changqing leaned out, her arm linked with that of the master of ceremonies.

The pearl tassels of her nine-flower hairpin crown swept across her full forehead, and the golden phoenix with a pearl in its beak, perched precariously in her hair, was tilted to one side by the wind...

Watching this scene from the courtyard, Song Qin was instantly captivated by Changqing's beauty and couldn't help but feel envious: "Princess Changqing looks so beautiful today."

“You’ll be just as beautiful then,” Xinyue said to Song Qin.

“But the princess still has an innate air of nobility,” Song Qin said.

"You can tell it's noble?" Xin Yue asked curiously.

“Yes, a princess’s temperament is different from that of an ordinary person. Even the richest legitimate daughter is not like that…” As she spoke, Song Qin looked Xin Yue up and down and said, “Sister Xin Yue is closer to the princess’s nobility than I am.”

Xin Yue slowly looked at her, then suddenly her face turned murderous, and she said coldly, "And now?"

"...This is terrifying." Song Qin quickly begged for mercy, "Don't kill me."

"It depends on your performance."

I must say, his sister is quite fun.

"Then, Sister Xinyue, when will you marry my brother?" Song Qin asked again.

Why should I marry him?

My brother likes you.

"Oh?" Xin Yue asked, "He told you about it?"

"That was never said..."

“He loves the Goddess Luo, let him marry her.” Xin Yue smiled and changed the subject.

To this, Song Qin asked blankly, "Huh? You don't know that the Goddess is you?"

(End of this chapter)