Emperor Jingxi could still spend several years peacefully on the throne, but Yan Cheng knew that he would have to live in this vast land of the north for a long time.
In this case, his residence could no longer be arranged as arbitrarily as before.
Thus, the construction of Prince Yong's Mansion began in an atmosphere of great enthusiasm.
Yan Cheng didn't take Yun Cong'an's rhetoric about asking him for more because they didn't have enough manpower to heart. After all, he was not very clear about the Yun family's true intentions, so he naturally didn't dare to believe every word the Yun family said.
During the construction of Prince Yong's Palace, there was a shortage of manpower, so he sent people to hire local people from Qilian City to do the work.
On the third day after the construction of Prince Yong's Mansion began, Yan Cheng carefully prepared a cart full of gifts and then set off for Kangtai City.
As a grandson, when he came to his grandfather's home place, he had to pay a visit to the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion in Kangtai City no matter what.
The reason for this gift was not that Yan Cheng particularly cared about Marquis Zhenbei's opinion and attitude towards him, but mainly because when he built Prince Yong's Mansion in the capital a few years ago, Marquis Zhenbei had generously sponsored a lot of silver.
With the support of that money, he had to bring a high-end gift when he went to visit the Marquis of Zhenbei this time, otherwise it would be embarrassing.
The Zhenbei Marquis Mansion was completely different from the official residences in the capital, at least it was completely different in style from the Xie Mansion that Yan Cheng had seen before.
If the Xie Mansion is synonymous with luxury and extravagance, the kind that makes people feel as if they are in a world of gold and silver as soon as they enter, and every corner exudes an atmosphere of wealth, then the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion is a model of simplicity and plainness.
Walking into the living room, I didn't see anything particularly precious.
Even the wood used to build the mansion was of very ordinary material, completely unlike the wealthy families in the capital who would mostly choose high-grade wood when building their mansions to show off their identity and status.
All this made Yan Cheng feel a little unexpected.
Judging from the generous amount of banknotes that the Marquis of Zhenbei had given him a few years ago, he had originally thought that the Marquis of Zhenbei's mansion was particularly wealthy.
Now just looking at the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion in the north, whether from the exterior of the building or the interior decoration, you can't tell the wealth of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion at all.
Thinking back to the day when Yun Cong'an came to visit, the clothes he and his cousins in the Yun family wore were made of ordinary materials and there was nothing special about them.
Could it be that the Marquis of Zhenbei’s Mansion was not as wealthy as he imagined?
Where did the silver notes that the Marquis of Zhenbei gave to him and his brother in those years come from?
These questions kept lingering in Yan Cheng's mind, causing him to fall into deep thought.
When the people in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion came out one after another, Yan Cheng's eyes were unconsciously attracted by their clothes.
After careful observation, he found that the clothes were indeed made of ordinary fabrics.
The first to come out were four young men of the same generation as Yan Cheng, namely Yun Cong'an's three sons and Yun Laoer's only son.
They were not very familiar with Yan Cheng. After greeting Yan Cheng, they seemed a little at a loss, and each of them exuded an air of helplessness and confusion.
Yan Cheng noticed that they were so reserved in front of him, so he didn't deliberately make things difficult for them or stare at them. Instead, he quietly picked up the teacup and sipped the tea.
The tea in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion tasted very ordinary. At least Yan Cheng hadn't tasted tea with such a light taste for a long time.
Although the tea is ordinary, it has no strange smell, which is pretty good.
Thinking of the sweet tea he drank when he first went to Xian'ya Palace for tea tasting, as well as the sweet tea he occasionally drank in recent years, Yan Cheng could not understand why Concubine Yun Shu always wanted to poison him.
Yun Cong'an came with the Marquis of Zhenbei. When the four brothers of the Yun family saw the two of them coming, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
They secretly sighed in their hearts that this cousin was so handsome and his movements were several times more graceful than those of them, the rough guys.
Just like an immortal in heaven, they didn't know how to get along with him.
When he met the Marquis of Zhenbei, Yan Cheng, adhering to his status as a junior, bowed to him politely.
But the Marquis of Zhenbei quickly dodged to the side, saying that he dared not accept the gift from Prince Yong.
Yan Cheng didn't force it any further. He said a few polite words decisively and sat down again.
Anyway, he has done his best to save face. As for whether the Marquis of Zhenbei accepts it or not, that is his business.
Afterwards, Yan Cheng looked at the Marquis of Zhenbei quietly, and the Marquis of Zhenbei also looked at Yan Cheng. The two just looked at each other, speechless for a while.
Although the Marquis of Zhenbei appears calm on the surface, he is actually as cautious as his grandsons in his heart.
He never imagined that his grandson would be even more beautiful than his daughter, and that he was indeed better than his daughter.
This child doesn't seem like something that could be born from a family as ugly as their Yun family.
Yan Cheng felt that this Marquis of Zhenbei, whom he met for the first time, was just as surprising as this simple Marquis of Zhenbei Mansion.
He originally thought that as a local lord, the Marquis of Zhenbei should be a majestic and extraordinary person.
But now it seems that the Marquis of Zhenbei is thin and has an ordinary appearance. He does not look like a victorious general who has fought in the northwest for many years, but more like an ordinary old man.
It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover.
Huh?
Why does it feel like the Marquis of Zhenbei seems a little reserved? Is it his illusion?
At this time, Zhenbei Hou finally adjusted his mood, and with difficulty ignored Yan Cheng's overly eye-catching face, and asked, "Have you ever practiced martial arts?"
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