Song Zhiyu didn’t agree to Chu Hongzheng, nor did he clearly refuse.
"By then I will definitely be attending with the Commandery Princess. Wherever she goes first, I’ll follow." The source of this content ɪs NovelHub(.)net
A perfect picture of a compliant husband.
Fan Ziying couldn’t hold back, and mocked, "Does Song the husband have no opinions of his own? So afraid of the Commandery Princess?"
"Of course, my wife is so capable in a fight, am I looking to die by not being afraid?" Song Zhiyu gave a look as if Fan Ziying was an idiot, saying, "As for having opinions, I, a mere husband joining another family, what do I need opinions for? Naturally, I’ll listen to my wife!"
Fan Ziying and Chu Hongzheng: "..."
Being able to openly mention joining another family without any embarrassment, Song the husband is truly a man!
"Song the husband is quite eye-opening," Fan Ziying said with a sarcastic smile.
"With that sarcastic tone, I only assume you’re jealous of me, I won’t blame you!" Song Zhiyu snorted, and said to Chu Hongzheng, "Then it’s settled, Third Prince, when the time comes, I’ll follow the Commandery Princess to congratulate you on your marriage!"
Chu Hongzheng put on a magnanimous demeanor, saying, "This prince will eagerly await the Commandery Princess and her husband’s presence."
Song Zhiyu got up and took his leave.
Fan Ziying looked towards Chunluo, signaling her to leave. Once she was out and the door was closed, he slammed a fist on the table.
"This brat is arrogant! Your Highness, I see that Song the husband doesn’t even regard you, holding such a high stance, who does he think he is? Just a mere husband, daring to mock you time and again."
Chu Hongzheng held the wine cup, glanced at his fist, and said blandly, "Who is he? He’s the husband of Commandery Princess Dongyang, the son-in-law of Prince Dingbei’s Mansion, and he is also the direct younger brother of Prime Minister Song. Does this identity deserve our regard?"
Fan Ziying stiffened, his face turning red.
Yes, no matter which identity, none were comparable to him, a mere concubine’s son from the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Fan Ziying, somewhat reluctant, had no choice but to suppress his jealousy, saying, "But he’s too pretentious. After all, you’re a Prince, noble by birth, while he’s just a husband, and his ancestors were nothing more than commoners."
That was what truly infuriated him.
Why could someone from a commoner background, doing nothing, obtain all that he had painstakingly sought?
Honor, wealth, and power, the target of all Princes’ alliances.
Song Zhiyu: Because I have a naturally noble fate and win effortlessly!
Chu Hongzheng slightly frowned and said, "You’re overreacting. He’s just a stick, not worth your anger. Sixth Cousin, you don’t have to feel dissatisfied. You’re in the Military Department now, do your duties well, don’t be stingy with silver, and build good relations with colleagues. Most who work there are nobility’s children, maintain good ties with them for me, and you’ll be credited."
Fan Ziying’s heart warmed, replying, "Rest assured, Your Highness, I will be loyal to your cause above all."
Chu Hongzheng responded with satisfaction, "Sixth Cousin, as long as you wholeheartedly support me, honor and wealth will surely be within your grasp in the future."
If not for the vague intentions of his maternal family, why would he need to draw in a concubine’s son, hmph, even if the Prime Minister’s Mansion wants to play hard-to-get, it depends on whether he agrees or not!
Chu Hongzheng painted big pictures for Fan Ziying before leisurely departing.
Once he left, Fan Ziying’s smile vanished, knowing Chu Hongzheng merely saw him as a temporary tool, yet even as a tool, it couldn’t be so easily discarded.
"Someone, call Miss Chunluo over," Fan Ziying shouted loudly.
Shortly after, Chunluo returned, and as soon as she entered, she was pressed under Fan Ziying.