Ceramics stared at Song Mo in horror. Elegant words and emotions were first revealed.

  If the Duke of Britain were to kill all his loyal guards who had been transferred by Song Mo because they carried out his orders, who would still dare to die for the Duke of Britain?

  But compared with Song Han, this requirement becomes somewhat insignificant.

  "Can we let Second Master go back to the main house to rest?"

  Song Han lived with his parents in Shangyuan.

  So that's how it is!

  Song Mo secretly mocked himself in his heart.

  The father compromised so quickly, fearing that he would use Song Han to threaten him was also one of the important reasons.

  In Father's heart, I am nothing but a ruthless and unscrupulous person who doesn't even spare his own family!

  Or, when disappointment reaches its peak, there is no longer any expectation.

  Song Mo's heart suddenly became very calm.

  He said indifferently: "When mother meets seven, I come to host the sacrifice; when seven seven sends off, I come to beat the banner."

  All of this has become a joke now.

  Song Mo will once again be recognized as the heir by the British Duke, and the contradictions between father and son will also be downplayed, even a light mention of "misunderstanding" can cover it up, and the British Duke will not be able to pursue Song Mo's crime of murder.

  This must be very hard for the British public.

  May our friendship last forever.

  The top priority is to ensure Song Han's safety - the Duke has only two sons, and he has already fallen out with his eldest son. If he loses his second son as well, will he have to adopt a son from his brothers' families to inherit the title of Duke of England?

  For a national duke who has always emphasized inheritance and is proud to be a British duke, it's probably more painful than killing him.

  The pottery thought for a moment, then answered on behalf of Song Yichun: "As the eldest son, you should be the one to preside over the funeral and beat the mourning drum. Who else could possibly replace you?"

  I'm afraid from now on, Father will day and night think of ways to let Song Han replace him.

  Song Mo was not afraid, he coldly sneered in his heart and said: "From now on, I won't interfere with the affairs of the British Embassy, but the British Embassy also shouldn't interfere with the affairs of Yi Zhi Tang!"

  Ever since his uncle's incident, one thing after another, he needs time to sort out the people left by his uncle, and also needs time to understand the real reason why his father framed him. Only in this way can he truly lift his crisis.

  The weight of pottery is as heavy as Song Mo's thoughts.

  So many people have died that the British government needs time to digest this loss and reduce other people's attention. A short period of peace is very necessary.

  "If it's a male eagle, let him soar to the ninth heaven." Tao Qi laughed and said, "The young master has grown up and should learn to manage the affairs of the Guo Gong Fu. Starting from Yi Zhi Tang is the best. In the past, when the Guo Gong was still the young master, he also started by managing Yi Zhi Tang."

  "Really?" Song Mo smiled lightly. "In that case, after Mother's 77th birthday, please ask Father to divide Mother's dowry between me and Tian En!"

  Ceramics weigh one daze. Elegant words and emotions first issued

  Song Mo said, "Father is still in his prime and will probably remarry soon. Before the new wife enters our household, he wants to give us two brothers Mother's dowry to show that he has no personal motives; Tian En has Mother's dowry by her side. With Father around, I feel more at ease."

  When his wife entered the door, there were nearly ten thousand taels of silver dowry. In these years, she has managed well and roughly calculated, at least it should be around thirty or forty thousand taels of silver.

  Song Mo and Song Han are both at an age that is neither old nor young, and neither of them has gotten married. The dowry for the wife is being managed by Duke Guo, which is reasonable. How could Song Mo have thought of dividing the wife's dowry?

  However, it is not unreasonable for him to make such a request.

  The main reason is that Guo Gongye is still in his prime. The two sons are not yet of marriageable age, and the British public house does not have a person in charge of Zhongfu, so the British public house must be continued. If continued, giving the wife's dowry to the two sons in advance is precisely a show of respect for the wife and the two sons born to her. Especially Song Mo, who has long had someone in charge of managing the dowry of Empress Dowager Lu, has not made any mistakes over the years, so handing over the dowry of Madame Jiang to him would also be a matter of course in the eyes of outsiders.

  But judging from Song Mo's tone, it seems that he wants to divide the dowry of his wife first before handing over Er Ye to them...

  "Dividing property is a trivial matter, I'm afraid it won't be settled for the time being..."

  He slowly spoke, observing Song Mo's expression, with a somewhat probing tone.

  Song Mo felt even more disgusted.

  Since Song Han is so important, why does Father care about Mother's dowry?

  He listened quietly as Tao Qian repeated what he had just said, then replied, "Alright, we'll take our time to settle this. After all, neither of us brothers is in a hurry."

  The pottery is heavy like this and it's certain that Song Mo has an idea.

  He couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh, and smiled: "The young master's body is not in harmony, I won't disturb him. When I return to the Duke, it will be arranged for the three sevens' sacrifice."

  Song Mo has already made his request, as for whether Father agrees or not, and when he will agree, it depends on who can hold their breath longer!

  He nodded slightly and let the guard send the pottery out of the door again.

  The guard came to report: "Yang Taishan has arrived."

  Song Mo asked Yang Xiu Shan to see a doctor for him for an important reason, which was to ask about his mother's illness.

  Yang Xiushan was shocked by his injury and didn't come back to himself for half a day. When he came back to himself, he hastily asked: "What's going on?"

  "My mother passed away, my father was in a bad mood, I rushed back anxiously, blaming my father for not telling me earlier, and got beaten up by him."

  "This is also too severe!" Yang Xiushan shook his head repeatedly, asking Song Mo to invite Huang Zhongli as well, "His family has been passing down the tradition of treating bone injuries."

  Song Mo was thinking about how to put pressure on his father, and Yang Xiu-shan came up with a good idea.

  He was as kind as a flowing stream and immediately asked someone to invite Huang Zhongli, then he mentioned his mother's illness to Yang Xiushan.

  "It's still mainly a mood thing," Yang Xiushan sighed, "This kind of heart disease can only be cured with heart medicine."

  He often moves in the British government, knows that Song Mo and his mother are very close, originally wanted to say that Song Mo should have been guarding Jiang's side at that time, but thinking of Song Mo's injury, he swallowed this sentence.

  Huang Zhongli has not arrived yet, Gu Yu brought a large pile of medicine and supplements first.

  He saw Song Mo's appearance and took a deep breath of cool air.

  Yang Xiushan also often gave medical treatment to the women of Yunyang Bo's family and was familiar with Gu Yu. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yang Xiushan tactfully excused himself to go write prescriptions, yielding the place to Gu Yu.

  Gu Yu waited for Yang Xiu to leave, then sat down on the embroidered stool in front of Song Mo's bed with a gloomy face: "What happened? Why did you want me to keep my uncle here for a few more hours?"

  Winning his heart with hers, afterwards she feared that she would still need Gu Yu's help in restraining her father.

  Song Mo did not conceal anything and briefly told the whole story.

  Gu Yu's expression changed greatly, and he exclaimed: "How can this be?"

  "I don't know either." Song Mo's expression looked somewhat bitter, "If I can find the reason, maybe I can untie this knot."

  "Every family has its own difficult scripture to recite." Gu Yu's face revealed a mocking expression, "Everyone thinks I'm a fool. But I know that the person who dares to scold me in front of my aunt is the one who truly cares about me." He said, his expression turning solemn and cold, "Tian Ci Ge, you tell me, what do you want me to do? I'll brave boiling water and walk through fire without hesitation."

  What is listed below is unfilial and disobedient. All are not asked about, just standing on the side of Song Mo like this.

  Song Mo's eyes moistened instantly. After a while, he said: "There is nothing you can help with for the time being." He told him about his conversation with Tao Qi, "...First, take care of your injuries and then think of ways to protect yourself. Investigate why Father wants to treat me like this. After the mourning period, I will find a way to get an official position."

  Once he entered officialdom, Song Yichun would no longer be able to treat him with such clumsy means.

  Gu Yu nodded and said, "Don't worry. During the mourning period, I will come to visit you every now and then. Not only will I come myself, but I will also occasionally bring one or two influential young nobles from Kyoto with me. And from time to time, I will mention you in front of your aunt and the Emperor."

  "Thank you!" Song Mo was very grateful.

  "Ah, what's the point of saying that?" Gu Yu's face turned slightly red. He had never been thanked so sincerely by someone he respected as much as Song Mo before, and it was the first time in his life. "I didn't help much either."

  Time is ruthless. After three years of mourning, who knows if the emperor still remembers him. With Gu Yu's help, he often mentions him in front of the emperor and empress, and after the mourning period, even if his father wants to stop him, he has a way to get an official position.

  "This is already the greatest help for me." Song Mo once again thanked Gu Yu.

  "Never mind all that," said Gu Yu, waving his hand in embarrassment. "Are you short of guards here? I have two more who are quite skilled, given to me by my aunt. If you need them, I can send them over..."

  That was the Queen Mother's talisman to Gu Yu, if not for these two guards, relying solely on him, how could he make a name for himself as "Little Overlord" in the treacherous Kyoto Castle?

  "It's okay." Song Mo couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile, "I still have Uncle's people left here."

  "How could I have forgotten this!" Gu Yu patted his head and said, "Do you want some silver? I don't have much private money, but I have many ancient paintings that haven't been published yet. Later on, we can take them out to pawn, and at the very least, we can gather a few thousand taels of silver."

  "You don't need to." Song Mo felt warm in his heart, "You keep it for yourself!" Knowing he was sincere, he added, "If I need it, I can always ask you later."

  "Then you must remember to tell me!"

  "Alright." Song Mo smiled and a guard came in to report: "Huang Taiyi has arrived."

  Gu Yu busily replaced Song Mo and welcomed Huang Zhongli inside.

  Huang Zhongli was around fifty years old, with a tall and sturdy build, looking like a martial artist at first glance. Although he was rough and robust, his large hands were surprisingly dexterous.

  He felt Song Mo's pulse, then touched the injured area, his eyebrows furrowed tightly: "External injuries are easy to deal with, and it will heal in three to five months, but this internal injury..."

  Gu Yu jumped in fright: "What? Can't be cured?"

  "It's not," said Huang Lishan, "In three or five years, it may not be all right."

  Gu Yu let out a sigh of relief: "If it can be cured, then that's settled! You just tell me what medicine to use. If not, I'll go ask the Empress Dowager for some." The spoiled air around her suddenly appeared, causing Song Mo to laugh and shake his head.

  Huang Zhongli was also a bit temperamental, and with a subtle smile, he said: "The medicine used is all ordinary, it's just that it needs to be decocted with rootless water, which is a bit of trouble."

  Water without roots is rainwater.

  This year, it has rained in all four seasons, but less often, especially in a dry climate like Kyoto.

  "Must we move to Jiangnan to live?"

  Song Mo knew that Huang Zhongli was teasing Gu Yu, but he was also moved by Gu Yu's sincerity, and smiled: "It's okay to use a bucket to catch the rain."

  "How could I have forgotten!" Gu Yu burst out laughing.

  Song Mo's heart skipped a beat.

  Three years ago, the emperor had awarded him a small estate in Daxing, less than sixty miles from Kyoto.

  Maybe that place can be used!

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  Sisters and brothers, these past few days have been a back-and-forth rush, without time to sit down and write. There were many small errors, which friends in the comments section also pointed out. I've corrected them one by one, with no impact on the plot. If you're interested, you can go back and take another look.

  Thank you for pointing out errors in the comments section, if there are any problems, please continue to correct me as always.

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