Lin Anyan was about to speak, but Song Wanwan took a step aside and said, "Young Master Lin and I are innocent. Please pay attention when you address me to Young Master Lin."
Hearing what Song Wanwan said, Lin Anyan frowned and felt a little uncomfortable.
Although he and Song Wanwan have not yet discussed their marriage, they have long been determined to belong to each other.
He came to the Changping Marquis Mansion today to make it clear to Wan Wan. After returning home, he planned to ask the elders of the family to propose marriage.
But then Lin Anyan thought about how important a girl's maiden name was. Before discussing the marriage, it was normal for Song Wanwan not to want everyone to misunderstand.
Lin Anyan bowed and said, "Second Miss Song, I was the one who was rude."
Song Wanwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly looked at Zhao Hongjun.
Zhao Hongjun kept his eyes on Song Jiuxi, and he said gently: "Miss Song, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can tell Gu, and Gu will make the decision for you."
He acted impartially and compassionately for the people, which made the people onlookers nod and praise him.
"Your Highness, you called me wrong." Song Jiuxi raised her head and looked at him directly, and said coldly, "My wife is now the general's wife given by His Majesty himself, and is no longer the eldest lady of the Changping Marquis Mansion.
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Zhao Hongjun's eyes darkened, but he still smiled: "Mrs. Yan, are you lonely?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that he would make decisions for his wife, but is this true?"
"of course it's true."
Song Jiuxi said: "I came back to the house to get back my mother's things. My mother left a dowry for me before she died. My wife left in a hurry yesterday and didn't have time to get it. But I didn't expect that I would come back today."
When I returned home, I couldn’t even get through the door.”
Song Wenzhi asked angrily: "Song Jiuxi, don't talk nonsense. When did your mother leave you a dowry? Who else is stopping you from entering the house?!"
Song Jiuxi sneered and looked at the two boys standing behind them.
The two boys caught her gaze and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, looking at Song Wanwan with pleading eyes.
Song Wanwan gritted her teeth, fearing that the two men would confess her in front of the prince, so she immediately scolded: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you see that my sister is back?"
Song Wanwan smiled and said to Song Jiuxi again, "These servants need to be taken care of. Don't worry, sister, dad will definitely make the decision for you."
Song Jiuxi smiled half-heartedly and said, "His Royal Highness is here today. I believe dad will make the decision for me."
Song Wenzhi had no choice but to say: "These two unruly slaves will be punished fifty times with a cane."
"Master, have mercy on me! Master, please have mercy on me!"
After the two boys were pulled down, Song Jiuxi asked, "Dad, can you give me your mother's dowry?"
"When did your mother leave you a dowry when she left? My father indulged you too much and let you tell lies in front of His Highness the Crown Prince!"
If it weren't for the fact that Song Wenzhi was determined to strangle his daughter to death in front of so many people, he shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and kept her here.
"Dad, I have a dowry list here." Song Jiuxi handed a booklet to Zhao Hongjun, "His Royal Highness, please make the decision for your wife."
Zhao Hongjun took it, took a look at it, and then said: "Yes, these are indeed the dowry prepared by Mrs. Changping Hou for Mrs. Yan."
Song Jiuxi looked at Song Wenzhi and Song Wanwan, slowly raised her lips and said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble my father to open the warehouse so that my daughter can get her dowry back."
Song Wenzhi frowned. He didn't believe there were things left by Jiang Jun's woman in his house.
The property in the house was accumulated bit by bit after he became the Marquis of Changping.
That woman was just a martial artist, so how could she have the wealth to buy a dowry for Song Jiuxi?
He wanted to see what Song Jiuxi could take away.
Song Wenzhi said: "Go and open the warehouse and let her get it."
"Father." Song Wanwan hurriedly stopped her, but Song Jiuxi said with a half-smile, "Second sister, won't you let me?"
Song Wanwan's face froze, and then she said: "What are you talking about? I'm just curious, what kind of dowry has the lady prepared for my sister?"
Song Jiuxi smiled and said, "You'll know right away."
With His Highness the Crown Prince sitting in charge, someone immediately went to invite Qiu Ting, the current wife of Changping Marquis.
Qiu Ting took the key to the warehouse and asked hesitantly: "Master, the warehouse is all the property of the house, where is Jiuxi's dowry?"
Song Wenzhi said solemnly: "Go and open it, and you will know if there is anything there."
Qiu Ting looked ugly, but in front of His Royal Highness, she had to open the warehouse.
Song Jiuxi knew from one look at Song Wenzhi's face that he had no idea where the property in the warehouse came from.
Her father had been a noble man all his life and believed that money was commonplace. As long as he didn't have to worry about food and drink, he didn't even think about how hard his mother had worked to buy all this property.
But judging from the ugly expressions on Qiu Ting and Song Wanwan's faces, the mother and daughter should know how these properties came from.
Song Jiuxi said: "Please, Your Highness the Crown Prince, be a witness. The dowry my wife took was all her own."
Zhao Hongjun is used to pretending. He just promised to make the decision for himself in front of so many people. Now he will definitely carry out his good deeds to the end.
Zhao Hongjun nodded and said pleasantly: "Of course, Mrs. Yan, don't worry."
Song Jiuxi walked into the warehouse, Zhao Hongjun read an item from the book, and Song Jiuxi took one.
At first, Song Wenzhi had a sullen face and was very angry with Song Jiuxi. But as Song Jiuxi brought out more and more things, his expression gradually changed.
Qiu Ting was sweating anxiously on the sidelines. She knew how many things there were here.
What Song Jiuxi took were all valuables. If Song Jiuxi was allowed to take these away, how would she, the wife of the head of the Changping Marquis Mansion, be the head of the house in the future?
Qiu Ting took Song Wenzhi's arm and said urgently: "Master, even if Jiuxi gets married, she is still the daughter of the family. How can a married girl still take things from the family? And these
Everything I have earned for the house over the years, I know how much I have paid for the Song Dynasty over the years, I really can’t bear the Changping Hou Mansion to go back to the time when it had nothing."
Song Wenzhi's face turned uglier. He thought that when the world was in chaos, he was just a poor scholar, hungry and full.
Later, he relied on his talent and learning to become the Crown Prince and Tutor, and was granted the title of Marquis of Changping, which was how he managed to accumulate this family property.
If Song Jiuxi takes it all away, then all his efforts over the years will be in vain.
Qiu Ting knew that she had touched upon the pain in Song Wenzhi's heart. What Song Wenzhi was most afraid of was going back to the beginning when there was nothing.
Her eyes flickered, and she continued: "Besides, when my sister was alive, she was not in good health, and everything she ate and drank came from the house. Even if she had money, she used the money from the house. How come the family property in the house has now become
I have received Jiuxi’s dowry.”
"Stop!" Song Wenzhi shouted angrily.
He walked up to Song Jiuxi and shouted: "You bastard! I have earned the Song family property over the years. Your mother has passed away long ago. How can these be your mother's!"
"Do you really have no idea how your father got all this property?" Song Jiuxi sneered, "With your little monthly salary, is it really enough to support several outhouses?"