Chapter 117 I Can't Stay Any Longer
When it was dark, Song Shiwei returned to the Cheng'en Marquis' Mansion.
Song Moting was extremely happy when he heard that his daughter was chosen by His Majesty as this year's top scholar.
He ordered the mansion to be decorated with new lights and colorful lanterns to celebrate.
He waited until dark and finally saw his daughter coming back.
She was wearing a bright red top scholar robe, looking very majestic, and her grace and demeanor were no less than that of a man.
Song Moting was overjoyed and hurried over to her, saying, "My dear daughter, come and let your father see you."
He held Song Shiwei's arm, looked her up and down, and said with tears in his eyes: "You really bring honor to your father. You are the only female champion in history."
Song Shiwei asked him, "Isn't my father angry with me? Your Majesty granted me the favor, but I didn't ask for a title for Sheng Ge'er. You must be very disappointed in me, right?"
"Hey."
Song Moting said: "How could that be? Dad was narrow-minded before.
You have pleaded for women in the palace today. This is a noble cause. Your name will be recorded in history and passed down through the ages. Dad is proud of you."
He patted Song Shiwei on the shoulder and smiled from ear to ear.
"Dad wants to hold a big banquet at home to celebrate for you. What do you think?"
At this moment, Song Moting wished he could announce it to the world, telling the people of the world that the new top scholar Song Shiwei was his, Song Moting's, daughter.
In the past, he placed all his hopes on Shen Linchuan, but now he realizes that he was extremely wrong.
Although a girl who wins the top spot in the imperial examination cannot become an official, but his daughter has this honor and is appreciated by His Majesty, the powerful people in the capital will certainly be scrambling to make friends with her.
This is a great opportunity.
Song Shiwei saw through Song Moting's little thoughts clearly.
She said, "No need. My daughter doesn't want to be extravagant. If your father really wants to celebrate for his daughter, why not do more good deeds?"
Song Moting's face froze for a moment, then he nodded and agreed: "That's good, you must be exhausted after this day, go back and rest. Dad will ask the kitchen to make you something to eat."
"I am not tired."
Song Shiwei asked him, "Is mother feeling better now? I want to go see her."
When mentioning Zhou, Song Moting's face looked a little unnatural. He was afraid that Zhou would be suspicious so he only poisoned her once.
Given Zhou's hatred for Xu Miaoshu, if she knew that Song Shiwei had become the top scholar, who knows what kind of madness she would go.
What if she reveals the truth in anger?
The identity of the assassin has not been found out yet, and Zhou is the only one who knows many of his secrets.
He couldn't feel at ease unless she died. It seemed that he could not keep this woman any longer.
Song Moting sighed: "Your mother treated you like that before, but you still let bygones be bygones and are willing to visit her. You are such a kind-hearted child.
I hope the lady can understand your intentions. Go ahead."
Song Shiwei nodded, and then went towards Minghua Hall.
Zhou has been suspicious for some time. Ever since Song Shiwei reminded her that she suspected she was poisoned, she has been cautious about what she eats.
She would test the food, soup and medicine brought by the servants with a silver hairpin before eating them, but there were no problems for several days.
Zhou thought that she might be overthinking, and her condition seemed to have improved a little, and she could get out of bed and walk around.
But her body was still a little weak and her spirits were not good. In addition, she missed her daughter, so the illness recurred.
During the time she was ill, Jingniang had already become the mistress of the mansion, and all the household affairs of the mansion were handed over to her.
It's a pity that she is now powerless and can only let that little bitch step on her head.
Zhou closed her eyes, feeling anxious. Suddenly, she heard the sound of a door being pushed open. She thought it was a servant delivering food, so she did not open her eyes.
Song Shiwei came over and asked, "How does mother feel?"
Hearing Song Shiwei's voice, Zhou opened her eyes and saw that she was dressed so strangely. She couldn't help but feel curious: "What are you doing?"
Song Shiwei said: "Mother, you may not know yet, but I have been chosen by His Majesty as this year's top scholar.
Not only that, I have also divorced Shen Linchuan, and Your Majesty will soon issue a law allowing women in Nanli to divorce their husbands on their own accord."
Number one scholar, divorce your husband?
These words sounded absurd to Zhou. How could a woman become the top scholar and how could she divorce her husband?
but……
Zhou thought that the mansion seemed to be different from the usual busy days today, and everything looked brand new as if some happy event had occurred.
Could it be that Song Shiwei really became the top scorer?
Zhou looked at her in disbelief and said, "How is this possible? You are just an ignorant little girl who grew up in the countryside."
Song Shiwei smiled and said, "Who says growing up in the countryside is useless?
My mother knew that I amazed everyone with a song at the banquet in the Marquis' Mansion.
This little imperial examination is not difficult for me, it is my mother who has always looked down on me."
She glanced at Zhou and said, "My father loves me so much now that he wants to tell the world that I am his daughter."
Zhou was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
Thinking that her own daughter was still suffering in Baiyun Temple, while Song Moting treated someone else's daughter as his own precious baby, she gnashed her teeth in hatred.
She raised her head and glared at Song Shiwei fiercely, saying, "What are you so proud of? It's just..."
Before she could finish her words, Song Moting's voice interrupted her: "Madam."
He walked over with a cold face and his hands behind his back, and said to Song Shiwei: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest first."
"it is good."
Song Shiwei responded and turned and walked out.
After they left, Song Moting glared at Zhou and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
Zhou looked at the man she had loved for half her life and couldn't help crying: "Why, Master, are you afraid that I will tell her about her life story?
It's just a bastard born by a bitch, but you treat it like a treasure.
And you don't care about our daughter, do you still have a conscience?"
Song Moting said with impatience in his eyes: "You sent Mingzhu away to avoid the limelight. Do you want her to marry Shen Linchuan?"
Although Zhou was ill, she knew all the dirty deeds of Shen Linchuan. How could her daughter marry such a man?
She looked at Song Moting and asked, "You really didn't give up our pearl?"
Song Moting sat on the bed, holding her hand and said, "Mingzhu is our daughter, how could I ignore her?
Now that Shi Wei has been recognized by His Majesty and has become the first female champion in Nanli history, our Chengen Marquis’s Mansion has risen in status, which is also a good thing for Mingzhu.”
Zhou was a little hesitant. She didn’t know if she could still trust Song Moting?
As she was hesitating, she saw the servant bringing her medicine.
Song Moting took it and stirred it with a spoon, saying, "Your illness keeps coming back and there's no way to cure it. I'll write to cousin Jin tomorrow and ask him to come over to see you. Come, drink the medicine first."
He scooped a spoonful and brought it to Zhou's mouth.