Chapter 5 Youngest Prime Minister

On the other hand, Song Zhiyuan sent his father back to the yard to settle down, and then returned to his yard with a tired face.

Mrs. Song stepped forward and took off his official uniform, put on his comfortable home clothes, took the warm veil from the maid and handed it over, and responded to his actions skillfully and naturally.

After a while, the couple sat down on the Arhat bed next to the window, holding a cup of tea and sipped.

The confidant mother took a group of maids and asked the maids to do their own business. She herself stood under the eaves and listened to the trouble at any time.

Song Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and looked at his wife sitting on the other end of the kang. His eyes were soft and he said, "Thank you for the hard work these two days. Now that my mother has woken up, you have a rest. If you have anything, please tell the servants to do it. I see that your face is much haggard, but don't let your mother go, but you fell down."

This gentle and grateful tone made Mrs. Song feel warm in her heart, holding the tea and smiling: "There is no hard work, it's all what I should do. Fortunately, my mother woke up, and it's worth it."

Song Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes."

Since he entered the officialdom at the age of nineteen, he has been in high positions in two dynasties, with a high position in the first-rank official and powerful. He has become the youngest prime minister since the founding of the country. It took him twenty-one years.

But just when I was happy, my mother suddenly fell down in everyone's suspicion on the day she received the first-class imperial edict. No matter who saw it, she could not help but say a word of joy and sorrow.

During the past two days when she was in a coma, the entire Song family was like a hot ant on a oil pan. They were so anxious that they were afraid that their mother would really not wake up as soon as she sat in the seat. If she wanted Ding You before she could sit in the heat, it would be really unbeautiful. Although Ding You could be reinstated after Ding You, who knows what the situation would be?

Now that my mother is awake, she can really go.

Mrs. Song said: "When my mother was unconscious, she sent people to her second, third uncle, and aunt. Do you think she was going to recall the person?"

Song Zhiyuan put down the teacup and said, "Call the people sent to the second child, and the business on his side must be negotiated. I guess they know that their mother will come back even if she wakes up. The third child cannot leave, and the third child’s wife must come back. After all, Zhou'er is six years old and has to go to clan school."

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Even if they haven't gone to the clan school, they will come back. Master, no, it's time to call you prime minister. You have to come back to celebrate with this promotion."

Song Zhiyuan smiled but said nothing.

"When it comes to this celebration, Prime Minister, our family really doesn't have a banquet? My mother has also woken up, right?" Mrs. Song said hesitantly.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "I have attracted many people to sit in this position at this age, and I have to be jealous of others, so as to avoid being caught and being frivolous in front of you. When can't the banquet be held? If you sit firmly, there will be more opportunities in the future."

Mrs. Song felt a stern and hurriedly said, "It was my vanity that caused it."

The title of the Prime Minister's wife made her vanity reach the extreme. I almost forgot that my master was not able to sit firmly.

Song Zhiyuan: "Xiangyi, the higher she stands, the more cautious and sober she must be. You and I must keep this in mind."

Mrs. Song nodded heavily.

"The banquet is not invited now, but aren't you celebrating your birthday in May? Then you will have a fun party." Song Zhiyuan reached out and shook her hand, saying, "Master Prime Minister, you can hold a birthday party in a high-profile manner."
Chapter completed!