Chapter 127 Election Announcement
Seeing that Song Anle was filled with sorrow, Song Anle held Song Anle's thin shoulders and took her to the chair beside him. Song Anle was filled with sorrow and thought for a long time before she said solemnly: "No matter what, we must explain the truth clearly. I believe that Qing'er can still pay attention to the benefits and interests."
The key points that Song Cheng should explain are already clearly stated. Since Song Anle insisted on doing so, he could only serve as her support, so he said: "If you think so, then I'll accompany you."
Song Anle nodded, "I'll wait for you."
Song Cheng pursed his lips forcibly, then went to wash and change his clothes by himself. Song Anle wanted to help him, but after entering the dormitory, Song Cheng closed the door casually, so she didn't walk in, but when she turned around unintentionally, she vaguely saw the messy area in the dormitory, including the messy bed.
However, Song Anle didn't think much about it. At this time, two little maids walked in. They carried toiletries. After nodding to Song Anle, they walked directly into Song Cheng's dormitory.
After about half a cup of tea, Song Cheng accompanied Song Anle to Qing'er's yard with dark green clothes. Although it was early in the morning, all the people in the mansion should have stood up, but there was no servant in Qing'er's yard coming and going.
Because Qing'er's yard seemed too quiet, Song Anle and Song Cheng both looked at each other in surprise. They walked directly to the gate of the yard, and a little maid appeared and walked towards them.
Song Anle said calmly: "Miss Qing'er has gotten up?"
Although the little maid nodded and lowered her face, she still looked up at Song Anle, then nodded and said, "Go back to the eldest lady, Miss Qing'er hasn't gotten up yet. She said she was feeling uncomfortable, so it was not convenient to see people."
From the strangeness of the little maid, it is not difficult to see that she was just an excuse to be assigned by Qing'er to make excuses for them. I guess Qing'er was still angry, so she refused to see them.
"Then tell Miss Qing'er, just tell her that if she has something to do with the eldest master, she can send someone to find us at any time."
"I understand."
Song Anle nodded slightly, and she looked at Song Cheng again, then turned back to the same direction. The brother and sister had no words along the way, and their heavy thoughts made them unable to breathe, but they had to force themselves to walk on.
"The eldest young master...the eldest lady..." a servant shouted while running: "Not good...nothing..."
Song Anle and Song Cheng, who were both in deep thought, were both awakened by Wen Yin. From the servant's hurrying actions, the brother and sister subconsciously looked at each other, as if they both saw something bad happening from the servant who was running.
Song Cheng and Song Anle also met together. As the two approached, the servants who came running were already out of breath. Song Cheng said with a serious look: "Wother son, why are you so panicked?"
"The eldest young master is not good;" the servant who called Xiao Erzi calmed down and brewed his breath, and said breathlessly: "Just just now, the county government officials issued an imperial edict saying that they would elect beauties in the people for the prince to choose a concubine, and the most important thing is...yes..."
The waiter hesitated for a moment when he was in a trembling embarrassment, but Song Cheng couldn't wait to urge him: "What is it, please tell me quickly."
"We are also in the Song Mansion." The waiter lowered his body in frightened.
Song Cheng and Song Anle both reacted. From the time when Xiao Erzi said the words of choosing a concubine, they both realized the seriousness of the matter, but the matter came without warning, and even made them doubt the truth of the matter.
"What's going on? Tell me in detail quickly." Song Cheng still couldn't accept such an emergency. If the matter was true, it would be like squeezing them into desperate situations.
"This is a letter issued by the government." The waiter handed a letter in his hand.
Songcheng hurried over, and it can be said that the speed seemed a bit snatching. The letter was very simple. Just open it and read it. It was detailed in the details of selecting beauties. But it was just that in Love City, all girls who meet the age of marriage, thirteen to eighteen, each household chose at least one person to enter the palace to run for election. Among them, the Song Mansion was indeed designated.
The Song family has always appeared in a low-key manner to the outside world. Song Anle, Song Xiaojing and Qing'er sisters usually do not go out of the door, so few people outside know that there are unmarried ladies in the Song Mansion. Now that the Song Mansion has been named, it is obvious that an insider cheats.
Song Anle also saw the letters in Song Cheng's hand clearly. She and Song Cheng looked at each other at the same time. They all showed deep sorrow in their expressions, but their thinking was almost the same, and even the people they thought of were exactly the same.
Song Cheng said to the waiter again: "You go down first, don't go out for the time being about this matter, wait for me to notify you."
"You're leaving." The waiter nodded and retreated. In fact, this matter has been widely publicized. Although there are not many people in the mansion, the incident that caused a sensation in the whole city will sooner or later be known to everyone.
After the waiter retreated, Song Cheng glanced at Song Anle, who had a serious face, and said, "Let's go, go back to the house."
Song Anle nodded with a sad face. The brother and sister returned to Songcheng's study room. They were silent for a long time. There was no news for Gao Yuan. It had been several days since the palace had never made any signs about choosing a beauties. This was so abnormal that it was unacceptable.
After all, it is a major event such as choosing a concubine, and it is related to the continuation of the Northern Dynasties. It should be the top priority. At least one should first announce the world and make every household mentally prepared. Now, not only does it not have any reminders, it caught people off guard, and this move is even more confusing.
They knew this in their hearts, but after Song Cheng pondered for a while, he couldn't help but say first: "Anle, what do you think about this?"
"The Northern Dynasties issued a draft before the New Year. Do you think this is reasonable?" Although Song Anle spoke in a gentle and faint tone, the solemnity on her face was not added at all, because she might know more than what Song Cheng guessed. After all, she should look a little deeper about Gao Yuanshang and get closer to her contact.
"Do you also think it was Gao Yuanshang's intention?" Song Cheng's question seemed a bit redundant, but what he asked was not the subject, but wanted to confirm it later, or it could be said that he was asking for a closer countermeasure.
Song Anle sighed and said, "Or how could he choose a concubine for the prince?"
Song Anle seemed to suddenly realize that the night he last met Gao Yuanshang, the meaning of what he said was the power he had, which she said at that time. Unexpectedly, Gao Yuanshang always remembered and quickly used it.
When electing the princess, they all understood that if it was really Gao Yuanshang's intention, then his purpose must be Qing'er. Just to be more certain, Song Cheng said again: "You mean, his intention is Qing'er?"
Song Anle paused thoughtfully for a few seconds. In just a few seconds, the thoughts spreading in her consciousness almost made her unable to breathe. The incident happened too suddenly, so it would never be as simple as it appeared. She recalled Gao Yuanshang's arrogant power, as if she could see his wild revenge.
An inexplicable intuition always reminded Song Anle in consciousness. The unknown situation made her feel uneasy. But in order to avoid Song Cheng being overly worried, she still said lightly: "Maybe it's not just love, but also our Song family."
Song Cheng felt a little nervous. If it was not only because of love, it would mean that it would involve their Song family. If this continues, the grudges between the Song and Bai families and the royal family will sooner or later be revealed. Moreover, they still have unknown strengths. If they are found out, the most serious result may not even be able to imagine.
"Are you worried that Gao Yuanshang would still refuse to investigate our family's strength?" Song Cheng was unwilling to accept the answer in his heart, so he was confused and wanted to seek a different answer from Song Anle. Even if Song Anle could not imagine things so pessimistically, at least he could relax a little.
Song Anle actually didn't want to answer this question, because she couldn't tell me whether Gao Yuanshang was more attentive to Qing'er or was it just to retaliate against her actions that day.
No matter what it was, Song Anle knew clearly that at this time they should not consider Gao Yuanshang's intention, but how to deal with this matter. So she also said seriously: "It's not something we should worry about now, but think about how to deal with this matter first."
"Are you planning to obey and enter the palace?" Song Cheng had no suitable way to face this matter, so he could only throw the problem to Song Anle.
Song Anle sighed and said, "Can we have other choices?"
"But..." Song Cheng seemed unwilling to accept it, but he was already struggling to death.
"Okay, brother;" Song Anle interrupted Song Cheng's words, and she said helplessly: "At this point, we should face the facts, not blindly avoid them. Qing'er is right. Some things should not be borne by us, so we should face everything that cannot be avoided with a brand new attitude."
After a series of events, Song Anle had already seen the situation clearly. Qing'er would never give up on Gao Yuanshang before she knew the truth. Gao Yuanshang seemed to be unable to give up Qing'er easily. Now the prince's choice of concubines has made Gao Yuanshang's intention more obvious.
Chapter completed!