Chapter 173 Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze (Ye Dingzhi 22) (The End)

Later, Yueyao gave birth to a daughter, who was abducted by Li Yimei's eldest son, and Li Yimei's second daughter was abducted by Yi Wenjun's son.

That's great, they're childhood friends and their children are in-laws, but Baili Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi aren't too happy.

He was deeply resentful about his daughter being abducted, and he treated his son-in-law with contempt, which also affected his in-laws.

Li Muze was also very dissatisfied, as more and more people were coming to the retirement home he had prepared for himself.

First it was Ye Yu's family, then Ru Xian and Yi Wenjun's family, and then Baili Dongjun's family and Sikong Changfeng's family, which made him so angry that he lost his temper every few days.

Fortunately, the younger generation has all gone out to explore the world, allowing his Youruo Valley to be a little quieter.

Li Yimei knew that despite Li Muze's constant complaining, he actually loved lively gatherings. Perhaps it was just that as people get older, they crave excitement and enjoy having younger generations around them.

After the younger generation all left, he stayed in his room and secretly cried, thinking he had kept it a secret.

In fact, most of them knew, but because he was concerned about saving face, they pretended not to know.

On a warm spring day, Li Yimei and Ye Dingzhi closed their eyes forever.

Their elders had long since passed away, and even their friends were either still alive or gone.

Although the younger generation around him were crying, they didn't say anything to try and persuade him to stay.

Because they both knew that separation was inevitable, and that the two elders traveling together would keep them company and prevent them from being lonely.

------over------

In the winter of the first year of the Qianlong Emperor's reign, winter arrived in the Forbidden City. The Empress Dowager was getting old, so charcoal fires had to be lit early in the Cining Palace.

The Empress Dowager, dressed in heavy winter clothes, sipped hot tea and asked Fu Jia beside her, "How is the training going?"

Fu Jia curtsied and respectfully replied, "You've been trained very well. You've learned the pipa well, and you're a person I find very endearing."

The Empress Dowager raised an eyebrow, clearly valuing her first hidden piece, and asked, "Have you gone to check it out?"

"I pretended to pass by and glanced at her. That girl was stunningly beautiful. Even I couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when I saw her."

Thinking of that stunningly beautiful woman who, despite wearing ordinary maid's winter clothes, stood out among the palace maids like a crane among chickens, a rare and beautiful orchid in a secluded valley, Fu Jia was filled with awe.

"How do they compare to Consort Hui and Consort Jia?" The Empress Dowager mentioned these two because they were the most beautiful among the concubines in the harem.

“No one can compare to that girl.” Fu Jia thought for a moment and said, “Whether it’s the Emperor’s harem or the late Emperor’s harem, in terms of appearance and temperament alone, no one can compare to her.”

Fu Jia's words aroused the Empress Dowager's curiosity. "Oh? If that's the case, I'd like to meet her and see what kind of beauty she is that you praise so highly."

"We'll meet again later." Fu Jia smiled meaningfully.

The Empress Dowager naturally understood what Fu Jia meant, and nodded with a smile, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the emperor, dressed in a bright yellow robe, looked at the book in his hands, feeling slightly irritated.

"Wang Qin."

Wang Qin bowed as he entered the room and greeted the servant, saying, "This servant is here."

The Emperor tossed the book aside and ordered, "I suddenly want to hear a pipa piece. Go and arrange it."

"Does His Majesty intend to summon Consort Hui?" Wang Qin asked tentatively, after all, Consort Hui was a master of the pipa.

"It's freezing cold, and the Imperial Concubine is frail. You can go to the Southern Palace to perform the pipa music." The Emperor waved his hand, refusing Wang Qin's offer.