Chapter 509: 466 Song Xiangqiao’s Notebook (4000 characters)
Prince Chiluo listened intently to Wen Nian’s words, his eyes immediately lit up, and he stood up to bow deeply to Wen Nian, wishing to express his gratitude.
Wen Nian urged him to sit down quickly,
"Chiluo, between you and me, we are equals, aren’t we?"
"Indeed we are."
"Then why such a grand gesture all of a sudden? Do you think I can accept it?"
"Ha ha ha! I’m just excited, just really excited."
Chiluo might have realized his actions were a bit too formal.
"Just now, I was telling Prince Chiluo that I wanted to become friends with him, that no matter the difficulty, we could help each other,"
Song Lili said.
Wen Nian nodded.
Chiluo smiled, sipping the hot soup the servant brought to warm up, and spoke softly,
"In the Royal Family, even when I’m with my parents and siblings, I don’t feel the warmth I’ve felt in your home."
Song Lili and Wen Nian exchanged glances.
In most constitutional monarchies today, the royal family holds no real political power, but their revered status is still enough to make ordinary people envious.
For princes born into the royal family, the inevitable issue is the succession of the throne.
Rarely do royal members, like the proverbial Kong Rong giving away pears, handle succession without conflict.
Where there’s desire, there’s competition.
Not to mention other countries, M country’s Royal Family alone, with people like Qing Luo, shows many aspects of the monarchy that are less than satisfactory.
When the rebel army was about to wage war, their leader had made his opinions known.
Qing Luo felt that not only the Royal Family of M country but the entire state from the people to the officials, from society to politics, was corrupt.
He wanted to break the country’s aristocratic system, letting those who thought they could inherit titles and continue their fathers’ legacies lose their umbrellas and advantages.
I wonder...
What Chiluo understands about M country’s own problems.
Song Lili just thought to herself, not bringing up the issue openly; after all, it’s related to M country’s national affairs, which should not be discussed in G country’s President Mansion.
After a satisfying lunch, Wen Nian and Chiluo proceeded to the conference hall; G country was eager to assist M country, but where to start—politically, economically, militarily...
All this needed careful deliberation.
Song Lili and Wen Xun returned to their room to rest, Wen Qichen was also waiting for Song Lili.
"Big sister, will Brother Chiluo someday become King?"
"..."
Song Lili paused for a moment, suspiciously regarding Wen Xun, surprised by his sudden question.
"Since Brother Chiluo is a prince of M country, it’s possible he might ascend to the throne, isn’t it?"
That was true indeed...
"What does that have to do with you?"
Song Lili asked, amused by his precociousness.
Wen Xun touched his own chin. "Just asking out of curiosity. If Brother Chiluo becomes King someday, I’d feel quite honored."
Song Lili quickly flicked Wen Xun’s forehead,
"Always talking about face and honor... Who taught you that?"
"Hehe."
Wen Xun just laughed.
Song Lili held Wen Xun’s hand,
"Whether or not Brother Chiluo will be King in the future, it has nothing to do with us. M country’s political matters are not for us to discuss, understand?"
"Can’t I even mention it?"
Wen Xun questioned.
Song Lili squatted down so she could meet Wen Xun’s gaze,
"You are a Wen, you live in the President Mansion, you are educated in the President Mansion. So, every word you say represents not just you, even though you are still a child."
"..."
Having said that, Song Lili paused again; she wasn’t sure Wen Xun would understand all this.
"I understand now."
"..."
Wen Xun smiled at Song Lili, "Big sister, I’ll remember your words."
Song Lili stared at Wen Xun, a smile of relief spread across her face.
They returned to the room. Wei Yuandong had already had the nanny feed Wen Qichen once, who then fell asleep again in his rocking cradle.
Wen Xun took off his shoes, changed into pajamas, and climbed onto Song Lili’s bed, resting by Wen Qichen’s infant bed for a nap.
The little one grabbed a pillow, lay down, and sweetly fell asleep.
Song Lili was also tired, but before she even lay down, her phone rang; glancing at the caller ID, it was Song Jiayu calling.
She hurried out to answer,
"Dad, is everything okay?"
"Xiangqiao has woken up."
"Woken up?"
Song Lili was surprised, as she thought that after being transferred to the ICU, it would take much longer for her to regain consciousness.