Chapter 1639: Shen: Whether You’re Useless or Not, It Doesn’t Matter

After hearing a snippet of ’I heard,’ Song Zhiqing was struck as if by lightning, panting heavily, his body uncontrollably shivering.

If what Qi Feng said was true, then his current miserable state was entirely caused by someone?

Song Zhiqing glared at his own legs; only he knew what condition they were in.

Due to being unable to walk for so long, these legs had become weakened, so even if he could stand again, they wouldn’t support him for long. Entering the officialdom again? Impossible!

And all this, was led by someone?

Who is this person?

Who doesn’t want him to be okay? Him being unwell, who benefits?

The answer was about to reveal itself.

Song Zhiqing’s eyes were filled with venomous resentment; if it truly was the eldest, no, only he had this capability.

He took a deep breath, slowly pulled out a handkerchief to wrap around the back of his hand, his eyes dyed with an indissoluble gloom, turning his wheelchair to leave.

Let the servant push him back to his courtyard, Song Zhiqing then sent for Cheng Yong to come over, and after some thought, changed to someone else.

Concubine Shen looked at his hand wrapped in a handkerchief, with blood seeping through, and couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Master, how did you get hurt?"

Song Zhiqing raised his eyes to glare at her, the hatred and menace in his eyes not yet withdrawn. This glance frightened Shen Shi, causing her heart to pound and retreat two steps.

"It’s nothing."

Seeing her scared, Song Zhiqing lowered his gaze and withdrew his hand.

Shen Shi swallowed, and said, "Let me bandage it for you."

She had someone bring clean cotton cloth, warm water, and golden sore medicine, moving very gently.

Song Zhiqing looked at her slightly inclined face and said, "You were bestowed to my side, and followed such a useless person like me, do you regret it?"

Shen Shi was taken aback, lifted her head, and said, "Why does Master suddenly ask me this?"

"Answer me."

Shen Shi pressed her lips and said, "I do not regret it."

"Even though I’m useless?"

Shen Shi smiled faintly and said, "Master, before I entered the Song Family, all I sought was a place to rest, and someone to offer sacrifices after my death. This, I not only sought but gained even more."

Song Zhiqing narrowed his eyes.

"I gave birth to Shunge’er, which is a great boon for me. If not for being by Master’s side, how could I have gotten such a child? So, I have no regrets." Shen Shi mentioned her son, with a glimmer in her eyes.

She had no affection for Song Zhiqing, nor did she care about being favored by him. Anyway, she wasn’t fond of such things, most importantly her desires were fulfilled, so whether he was a cripple or not, she didn’t care at all.

To say the least, Song Zhiqing, now crippled, causes fewer disturbances, making her more at ease, so her son can grow up well in the Song Family.

Song Zhiqing didn’t know Shen Shi’s inner thoughts, only thinking about the youngest son, his gaze softened slightly.

He had three sons; the eldest son has now passed the Scholar exam but in his view, Song Lingzhou struggles with academics, feeling the child’s future is limited.

As for the second son, born of Bai Shuilian, he deeply resented his mother’s status, and accordingly disliked him, not to mention he was foolish.

But the youngest son, only six years old now, is exceptionally intelligent.

"Master, how did you get hurt?" Shen Shi asked tentatively.

Song Zhiqing said blandly, "I slipped when going to the lavatory."

Shen Shi frowned; to the lavatory, he had a servant helping him, how could he slip and hurt his hand?

She pondered inwardly, when outside, a maid came in to deliver a message, saying that Li Sheng had arrived.