Chapter 81: Death makes me regret lifting the red veil
Jiang Yueying stumbled on the spot, her lips twitching slightly. Xie Yuting... cold? And majestic?!
He is just a stinky scoundrel who loves to act like a spoiled brat and has a childish temper...
The people have a deep misunderstanding of him.
However, Jiang Yueying couldn't rush out to explain: The Crown Prince who is so cunning, cold and majestic in your mouth is a fake!
Qing Ge, who was standing next to him, was amused and said, "We've heard a lot of new things along the way."
Jiang Yueying curled her lips: "They're almost making Xie Yuting a god."
"This is a good thing," Qing Ge said. "Emperors since ancient times have always had legends about them, either the reincarnation of this star or the descent of that immortal. In the future, not only will the Crown Prince be mentioned, but the Crown Princess will also inevitably be considered a deity."
It was rare to hear Qingge speak so long in one breath. Jiang Yueying knew in her heart that she was genuinely happy for them.
From then on, no one laughed at her and Xie Yuting for being a "match", the dandy and the domineering, but in the end both the dandy and the domineering were fake.
Before she knew it, another autumn had arrived. She had been in Liang for a whole year, but it seemed like half a lifetime.
The ups and downs she experienced in just one year were worth more than ten years of boredom in the cold palace. Now she finally had a sense of peace and security that everything had settled.
With her veil lifted slightly, Jiang Yueying continued to walk forward, and sure enough, she heard a lot of talk about the Crown Princess.
The fishmonger, who was scraping fish scales, grinned with interest. "By the way, do you remember when the Crown Princess first arrived at the Eastern Palace? At the time, many people were betting on them at the gambling house when a fight would break out, but they ended up getting along so well. It seems there's a lot of tricks going on!"
"This shows that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess are both kind-hearted people. Maybe they can see through each other's disguise at a glance and feel that they met too late to drink and chat happily." The lady who washes rice said with a smile.
Jiang Yueying smiled awkwardly, feeling incredibly guilty. Perhaps Xie Yuting had already suspected her, but she hadn't seen through Xie Yuting's flaws at all...
The fishmonger continued, "At that time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince even went to the Minglei Casino to place a bet for himself and won a lot of silver bills. Oh my!"
The old lady understood instantly: "I was wondering where the Hanyi Swordsman got so much money to help the victims. I guess it's not just the Crown Prince's salary, but also the gambling winnings!"
"Your Highness the Crown Prince is truly intelligent. Even a visit to a gambling house can benefit the people."
The little girl with buns eating candied haws said, "Auntie, Auntie, I've seen the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess go out together. They are so beautiful. My parents say they are a match made in heaven."
The old lady patted the little girl's head and said, "When I think of them as the future emperor and empress, I feel relieved."
The little girl blinked her bright eyes and said, "When will they become emperor and empress? I can't wait."
"Don't say that." The old lady quickly covered her mouth.
Jiang Yueying walked past them, raised her eyebrows, and thought to herself, there's no need to rush, it will be soon.
Back at the East Palace, the Crown Prince, who had been busy all day, was sitting in the corridor. The evening light fell on the man's handsome eyebrows and eyes, making him look extremely gentle in the dim light.
The moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere was ruined. Xie Yuting raised his eyebrows and said mischievously, "Are you tired, Ying? How about I carry you to dinner?"
Jiang Yueyingping withdrew and walked up to him: "You are up to no good again. I really let you plan to have a meal. In the end, I don't know whether you will have a meal or me..." When she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I look hungry?"
She smiled and said, "Don't you have any idea in your mind?"
He leaned over and kissed her, his eyes full of smiles.
"By the way, I heard a lot of interesting things on the street today." She took his hand and they walked hand in hand towards the flower hall. "Can I tell you about it?"
Xie Yuting clasped his fingers with hers and said, "Madam, please speak."
The setting sun lengthened the two figures, making them look particularly affectionate and dependent.
…
Ever since the old emperor was bedridden and the crown prince took over the government, Xie Yuting smiled all day long, but his methods were extremely ruthless. He investigated the officials of various departments from beginning to end, and in just a few months, he caught all the officials who did not do their work and were greedy for money.
A large number of corrupt officials were imprisoned and punished. After a series of drastic reforms, the court took on a new look and became clear and upright.
Xie Yuting showed special mercy and reinstated Mu Lin, the director of the Imperial Observatory, but deducted one year's salary as a punishment.
After dealing with a group of corrupt officials, the court was short of people. Xie Yuting selected some of the minor officials for promotion, including Xi Ni, who was of the seventh rank.
Ever since Xi Ni exposed the Third Prince's plot to murder the old Grand Tutor, he has been ostracized in the court, especially by the Third Prince's former followers, who wanted to kill him. However, he escaped danger every time, as if someone was protecting him.
Later I heard that Old Tutor Du was the mentor of Crown Prince Xie Yuting. The last time he went to visit the Crown Prince, he turned around and went to Liuzhou, actually to visit the old tutor.
He is a smart man and he figured it out immediately. No wonder he can always turn danger into safety. This is because His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is grateful to him and secretly sends people to protect him!
Xi Ni was moved to tears and vowed to work hard and live up to the trust placed in him by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
Xie Yuting was called the regent, but in reality he did not consider himself the crown prince at all. He acted as if he had already ascended the throne and was at ease.
He ordered the disaster-stricken areas to be exempted from taxes for three years, and the Ministry of Revenue allocated grain funds for disaster relief. After strict supervision, the grain funds actually reached the hands of the people, winning numerous praises from the people.
The court was thriving, but the bedridden Emperor Liang was nearing the end of his life.
At the end of the cold winter, heavy snow fell.
In the emperor's bedroom, Emperor Liang was lying on the dragon couch. There was silver charcoal heating in the room and he was covered with a brocade quilt, but he could not feel a trace of warmth. His eyes were staring blankly at the golden curtain above his head.
His eyelids were heavy and his throat was still sore that he couldn't utter a word. He lay on the couch for more than half a year. Xiao Zhongzi often came to report to him about the changes in the court. Under Xie Yuting's governance, the people of Beiliang lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the atmosphere was peaceful.
Everyone says it is much better than when he was in power.
It seemed as if everyone was looking forward to his death and the crown prince's ascension to the throne.
Not only did the people around him betray him, but even the people betrayed him.
Emperor Liang lay there listlessly, and heard footsteps in his ears. The sound was sonorous and powerful, and did not seem to come from the eunuchs serving him. Who was coming to visit him at this hour?
No, he was not feeling well just now, and Xiao Zhongzi said he would go and ask the imperial physician to come. I guess the imperial physician has arrived.
Soon, a bright and charming face appeared. Queen He Wanhong was dressed in red and full of vitality, which formed a sharp contrast with his dying and miserable appearance.
Emperor Liang opened his mouth, but could only make "ah ah" sounds.
He Wanhong lowered her eyes and bowed lightly: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."
"Your Majesty's illness is unlikely to be cured. If you have anything to tell me, why not tell me now?"
Emperor Liang stared at her angrily, his chest filled with resentment and unwillingness. He was so angry that he coughed violently, making a hoarse roar.
He's so hypocritical, it's obvious that he's here to laugh at his joke.
I wish he would die sooner.
He Wanhong saw through his thoughts and, sitting leisurely beside the couch, said bluntly, "I truly hope Your Majesty will pass away soon. This thought didn't just come to me today, but from the day Your Majesty attempted to kill Ting'er, it's been ingrained in me like a stubborn disease, difficult to eradicate."
"If Your Majesty doesn't love me, why did you come to me and propose marriage, swearing such a solemn vow?" He Wanhong smiled. "You want the military power of our He family, but you don't treat our daughter well. How can such a good thing happen in this world?"
"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, yet Your Majesty wants to poison Ting'er just because he has the He family's bloodline?"
"Your current situation is entirely your own fault; you cannot blame anyone else."
He Wanhong glared at him coldly with an arrogant look on her face and snorted in disdain.
Under the stimulation, Emperor Liang's eyes widened. The sleepless night made his eyes filled with turbid bloodshot, and his old face was covered with wrinkles, like crisscrossing ravines.
He was like a piece of rotten wood, gradually losing his vitality.
Emperor Liang's hands clenched the quilt tightly.
A cool breeze blew into the bedroom. He Wanhong walked to the window and looked up. There was heavy snow falling everywhere. This was the heaviest snowfall in recent years. She took a deep breath and reached out to close the window.
He turned around and walked towards the bed again, and the hoarse cough stopped abruptly.
She stood there, staring for a long time, then turned around gently and pushed open the heavy carved door of the bedroom.
But in the blink of an eye, the wind and snow outside the hall stopped, and light salt fell.
The cold winter is over and the next spring is about to come.
…
In the East Palace, the snow is falling.
The room was warm and cozy. Jiang Yueying sat by the window with a bright candle lit in front of her.
The firelight warmly illuminated the girl's face, making her skin transparent and clean. The dancing flames flickered like the shadow of golden osmanthus flowers on her cheeks, fluttering and dancing.
She lowered her eyes, holding a royal blue sachet in one hand, and embroidering on the sachet with the needle and thread in the other.
I promised Xie Yuting to embroider a sachet for him and I can’t go back on my word.
He just hasn't decided on a pattern yet. He already has a ginkgo leaf pattern, so why not embroider a dragon pattern?
That's not appropriate. The old emperor is not dead yet. It won't be too late to embroider it after he dies.
After much thought, she pursed her lips and decided to embroider a mandarin duck playing in the water.
When the two got married, the quilt was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Unfortunately, no one appreciated it at that time, and the two of them were only busy bickering with each other.
Now that I think about it, she shouldn't have lifted the red veil herself. It was such a rare opportunity to get married, how could a bride lift her veil herself...
If she had known that she would fall in love with Xie Yuting, she would have gone into the bridal chamber obediently and not let Xie Yuting come in through the window.
well……
When Xie Yuting came in after taking a bath, he saw his Crown Princess sighing.
"You're so worried about embroidering a sachet for me," he said, smiling as he came over and hugged her, showering her with wetness. "If you don't like it, then don't embroider it. Why are you sighing?"
"The sigh isn't because of the sachet. I'm quite handy with it, huh."
"Did someone upset you?"
"No, I just suddenly remembered when we got married..."
Xie Yuting was heartbroken: "You sigh just thinking about getting married? Ah Ying, you don't love me anymore, I won't live alone. I'm going to jump out of the tree right now, and you can just wait to regret it!"
"With your lightness skills, jumping down from the tree can't even be considered stretching your muscles, right?" Jiang Yueying immediately interrupted.
Xie Yuting pinched her little face: "What's going on?"
"I just feel a little regretful about lifting the red veil, it's not a big deal."
Jiang Yueying put down the sachet in her hand and leaned into his arms.
He hugged her tightly and laughed softly: "You even locked me out of the door. Now I think about it, I feel so wronged..."
"Stop being pathetic."
The two were reminiscing about the past when suddenly there was a knock on the window frame. Usually only Yu Lang would knock on the window, and then it was an urgent matter.
Xie Yuting opened the window and asked what was going on.
Yu Lang said calmly, "His Majesty has passed away."
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