At the end of November, the Prime Minister's eldest grandson, who had just been brought back, got married. Regardless of whether this eldest grandson was as despicable as the outside world rumored, the officials in the court had to send a gift for the Prime Minister's sake.
The children were invited to attend a poetry meeting hosted by Princess Qingyang. After they left, Chu Yuan asked someone to bring the account book and thought about what kind of gift would be appropriate.
Being the mistress of a house is not an easy job, especially in a wealthy family. The husband works hard outside, while the mistress of the house is in charge of the huge mansion.
The male host is an official and has to attend social events on a daily basis. Visiting cards, invitations, and messages are often delivered to the doorman. The mistress of the house needs to carefully consider which invitations to accept so as not to cause trouble for her husband.
In the court, the position of the Prime Minister is second only to the emperor, so his family's invitation certainly cannot be shelved. The Yan family must attend the wedding banquet.
After roughly looking through the warehouse account books, Chu Yuan had an idea in his mind. He picked up a pen and wrote down some things on a piece of paper, and was about to ask someone to go to the warehouse to find the things.
A little girl ran in hurriedly.
As soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Madam, something bad has happened!"
"What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? Madam is fine!"
The head maid Bai Hua pointed at the person who came and said unhappily.
The little girl quickly changed her words: "It's not Madam, it's the Second Young Master. Just now, the servant from the gatehouse came running and said that the Second Young Master was being carried down from the carriage. He seemed to have fainted."
"Cheng'er fainted? No wonder she came back so early. Did something happen at the poetry gathering?"
Chu Yuan slammed the table and stood up, looking intimidating without being angry. He asked where Yan Cheng was going and headed towards Qinglan Courtyard where Yan Cheng lived. Although he seemed to be walking in small steps, he was actually very fast.
She thought a lot along the way, wondering why Yan Cheng fainted.
Were you bullied at the poetry reading?
Or maybe the internal injuries caused by previous practice have not healed completely?
Guesses came one after another, but when Chu Yuan hurried into Yan Cheng's room, she found that the scene inside was completely different from what she had imagined.
She thought that Yan Cheng was lying unconscious on the bed, surrounded by a circle of worried people.
In fact - Yan Cheng sat at the table, surrounded by a group of dark-skinned and ugly people.
When Chu Yuan entered the room and saw Yan Cheng's pale face which was the same as before, he felt relieved.
The other half's heart is filled with worry and suspicion.
The three children came back not long after they went out, and one of them even came back "lying down". No matter how you think about it, you can tell that there is something wrong.
"Is Cheng'er okay?"
Yan Cheng shook his head indifferently: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, I just found an excuse to come back."
"That's good. Otherwise, we really have to go outside the palace to invite a doctor. Today is the day that Madam Liu went to see Madam Ma for a follow-up consultation. She left just before you returned. Madam Ma and her family live in the North City, so it will take some effort to find them."
Madam Ma was the woman who was brought back to the capital by Yan Cheng and his party. Her husband's surname was Ma, so everyone politely called her Madam Ma.
After staying at the Yan family for a few days, Mrs. Ma said she felt embarrassed to stay there and wanted to move out.
She had made up her mind and no one could stop her. They just asked Madam Liu to check her pulse every once in a while until she recovered.
Chu Yuan also went through the teenage years and had personally experienced the various methods used by the young masters and young ladies of the big families. When she heard Yan Cheng's words, she knew that something was wrong.
She sat next to Yan Cheng, looking at her second son with pity, who always encountered various accidents, and her heart softened.
"You three came back in such a hurry. What happened at the poetry gathering?"
Yan Cheng pursed his lips, his face cold, similar to Leng Yan's attitude towards the outside world. He frowned, opened his mouth but stopped himself from saying anything.
How to say it?
It is said that he might be related to the royal secrets, or that he might be a prince who was lost outside?
That he had brought a huge trouble to the Yan family, one that might even cost him his life?
From the moment the Prince of Chu said in front of many people that he looked exactly like the Seventh Prince, he knew that his future would be filled with endless troubles.
The Yan family was originally clean and innocent. He knew that his family had decided to stay away from the fight for the throne and become a pure royalist.
But because he was raised with an unknown identity, he would become a thorn in the eyes and flesh of some people and would soon be dragged into the quagmire of chaos.
If they had not raised him, they would not have to face the crisis that might come next.
——It’s all because of him.
Yan Cheng's already pale face turned even paler, but others couldn't see it.
Yan Zhuo didn't speak immediately, he was also organizing his words.
To be honest, except for the moment when his younger brother's identity was revealed, he thought about it a lot later.
No matter what, the emperor should protect them because their family has raised the prince for more than ten years, right?
At this moment, he was thinking about how to say it so that his mother would not be too surprised that their family might be lucky enough to raise a prince, and that he might soon become successful.
Yan Xi didn't have two, she sat next to Chu Yuan, holding her arm, panicking and at a loss.
She looked at Yan Cheng nervously and swallowed: "Mom, I want to tell you something, don't be too surprised."
"What's going on? You're so mysterious."
Yan Xi looked around and found that there was no outsider in the room, but still lowered her voice and said, "Mother, my second brother might be the prince."
"……Um?"
Chu Yuan slapped the table, and the water in the teacup trembled. Yan Xi also trembled, and instantly thought of the time when he was scolded for doing something wrong in the past.
Yan Xi muttered, "Mom, didn't we agree not to be too surprised?"
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