When the old master of the Song Family returned to the mansion for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family surely had to host a small banquet to welcome him, as usual held at Chunhui Hall. However, when the head of the house learned that the old father had taken another concubine, they were helpless and speechless.
Especially when Song Zhiyuan heard that the old master was willing to take infertility medicine just to take a concubine, he immediately ordered an investigation into Shui Lianlian’s background to make sure she wasn’t someone sent in to cause trouble for the Song Family.
As for the infertility medicine, he was just like Song Ci, very pleased with this outcome. They, the brothers, didn’t need any more half-siblings.
The old master was infatuated with beauty and couldn’t control his lower half, but they must ensure there were no illegitimate children causing trouble for the Song Family.
Yet Song Zhiyuan did not expect his old mother to be so ruthless.
The old master also thought his wife was ruthless and felt he had made a significant sacrifice, wanting his sons to know that for the sake of the children, he too had the resolve.
This led to a conversation between father and son.
"Your mother is ruthless and not very talkative. Where else would you find an old lady who makes her husband take infertility medicine?" The old master said, feeling wronged.
"Yet you agreed, Father," Song Zhiyuan said calmly.
This tone, impossible to tell whether it was good or bad, the old master hurriedly said, "Eldest son, I agreed with her not out of fear, but to avoid family quarrels that would bother you. What she said was quite to the point; with you and your brothers, and several grandsons, someone to support me in old age and at my passing is already there, no need for more children."
Song Zhiyuan smiled, "As long as you understand, Father."
The old master chuckled dryly twice, "I understand. Even if I’m muddled, I can still understand human talk. Another child means another share of the family inheritance, doesn’t it? It’s just easier this way. But I’m old, and I’ve only taken two concubines. If I pass away before them, they’ll have no children to rely on, and this..."
Song Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and said, "Don’t worry, Father. If they behave themselves, after all, they served you well as concubines. No matter what, the Song Family will support them in their old age."
Having multiple affections is also heartless. The old master’s words were like giving a guarantee to the two concubines, showing he cared for them, but what about Song Ci?
Song Zhiyuan felt a bit resentful for his mother, but as a man of ancient times, holding a high position with ambitions over territories and politics, he would not bother himself with these trivial matters. They didn’t have that qualification anyway.
After all, they were just two concubines who could not bear children. They were playthings, kept as they were. Even if there were ten or eight more, the Song Family could still afford them. As long as they served the old man happily, letting him live a joyful and prolonged life wasn’t a problem.
If they dared to act out of place, dealing with them would just be a matter of a few words.
Thinking this, Song Zhiyuan’s expression softened a lot. Never mind, as long as the old man was happy, that’s what mattered.
The old master felt the pressure from his son ease and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead but thought that would be a cowardly act, so he stood up and said, "You’re busy; I won’t bother you anymore. I’m leaving now."
Song Zhiyuan also stood up, nodding with a smile, "If you lack people to serve you or need more silver coins, just let Lady Gu know to provide for you."
The old master immediately beamed with joy, saying okay, looking at his filial eldest son whom he raised.
Song Ci: Bah! You shameless scoundrel!