The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 911: Playing the Villain

Song Ci’s words made Song Zhicheng and Jiang’s rare silence.

Not wanting the younger generation of the Song Family to join the military, their family follows the Civil Servant path, adding a Military General would be like saying the thorns in the flower bed aren’t enough, are you courting death?

But knowing one’s own son, Song Lingzhao taking the Civil Servant path is impossible; he is a rough-and-tumble young man. Asking him to memorize books and study philosophical texts is harder than getting him to practice a set of sword skills.

Song Zhicheng had long considered that if the eldest son truly couldn’t pass the civil examination, he could take the military examination instead, and perhaps use connections from the elder uncle to secure an unimportant position in some Military Department in the capital.

If worse comes to worst, he would take over the management of household affairs and minor duties, which require reliable people to handle given their scope.

The couple planned so many things and never thought Song Lingzhao would sneak away to join the military.

Facing Song Ci, Song Zhicheng didn’t hide the plan at all and roughly grabbed his head.

Song Ci sighed and said, "Although there is a division between civil and military, the Song Family hasn’t reached that point. The children are still young. Putting aside who besides Jie’er can follow the Civil Servant path, even if Zhao’er truly enlists, it would still take time before he becomes a powerful Military General."

While accumulating military achievements can provide a day to shine, honestly speaking, is accumulating military merit that easy?

With so many small soldiers on the battlefield, standing out requires a bloody price, certainly more challenging than scholars passing the civil examination, which is like an army of horses crossing a single-log bridge, and is stepping over the corpses of the dead.

"If a person’s dreams are crushed, it’s like breaking their wings. What you assume as beneficial might not be what he wants. Compared to being a good boy at home, Zhao’er perhaps prefers fighting on the battlefield."

Song Zhicheng’s mouth felt dry as he said, "Mother, do you mean to let him go?"

Song Ci questioned, "And what about you? You’ve already sacrificed for the family, do you want your son to walk your path too?"

Song Zhicheng was shaken, turned to look at Jiang, and fell into silence.

Jiang said nothing, only silently wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Since you’re awake, stop eavesdropping." Song Ci suddenly spoke.

The two were startled and instinctively looked towards the bed, where Song Lingjie moved his eyelids, opened his eyes, and grinned sheepishly at them.

"You little brat." Song Zhicheng raised his hand to hit him again.

Song Ci coughed heavily and cast a warning look his way.

Song Zhicheng’s hand froze in mid-air, glaring fiercely at his son.

Only then did Song Ci look at Song Lingjie and ask, "Grandmother still says, since you managed this by skill, grandmother doesn’t blame you."

"Grandmother..." Song Lingjie, a bit guilty, said, "It was my fault, worrying grandmother."

"The most worried aren’t me, your grandmother, but your parents. Not to mention the future of your brother’s affairs, you should at least reveal which path he took, so I can consult with your uncle." Song Ci said, "Jie’er, as a man, wanting to strive for a future for the family legacy is understandable, but you can’t make your parents anxious. You kept your promise to fulfill your brother’s dream, but you should also consider your parents’ feelings. Parents’ greatest wish is to see their children safe and healthy until old age, not having white-haired parents send off black-haired children."

These words hit right at the heart, and Jiang cried once more, while Song Lingjie was already trembling slightly.