Not to mention that when Princess Xining passed away, the Wei family had to escort her coffin back to Yuan. Wei Qinglou was too young to endure the long journey, so the emperor took him into the palace to be raised for three years.
Those in the know say that with such a close relationship between the two, it's no wonder Wei Qinglou enjoys such enduring favor, receiving the honor of wearing a sword before the emperor and riding a horse freely within the Forbidden City. Moreover, although he is a playboy, he is also very measured, neither abusing his power nor committing any crimes. Even if court officials wanted to impeach him, they would find no way to do so.
Wei Qinglou stroked the purse at his waist. The dense stitches were smooth, showing that the embroiderer was a master of embroidery.
He opened his mouth, intending to say that he had given it away, but stopped himself just as he spoke, saying regretfully, "It may have been lost on the way."
He didn't say how it fell, and Emperor Wen didn't ask either.
But both of them knew the truth.
Young masters of noble families are always escorted by carriages when they go out. Only when they are in a panic will they forget even their personal belongings.
He didn't speak because he didn't want to play the victim; Emperor Wen didn't speak because there was nothing that could be hidden from him.
Emperor Wen sighed: "You've gone to a lot of trouble for the Crown Prince's sake."
Wei Qinglou bowed: "It is my duty to share the emperor's burdens and receive his bounty."
He raised his head, and Emperor Wen looked him over, scrutinizing his face and figure, and sighed again: "You've lost weight."
He originally thought that Wei Qinglou should be taught to be more sensible, but seeing him like this now, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether his decision was really correct.
A perfectly fine child, after a trip to Suiping, has become like this. He is no longer as pleasing to the eye as he was before, when he was dressed in fine clothes, riding a spirited horse, and full of vigor.
"You should go back first. I'll think about the matter of the Dali Temple."
Wei Qinglou was pure of heart and grateful for kindness, so Emperor Wen trusted him with great confidence. His concern was whether the Dali Temple would be too much of a burden for Wei Qinglou.
He watched Wei Qinglou grow up and always wanted him to live a happy life. Others need to be tempered to become useful, but Wei Qinglou was no ordinary person. To the emperor, he was his own child, a natural-born gem that needed no polishing.
Wei Qinglou bowed his head and said yes.
In front of Emperor Wen, he was always like this, saying everything was good and agreeable, doing whatever Emperor Wen asked of him, as if he never had his own thoughts or opinions.
Emperor Wen had never thought much of it before; emperors were always like that, used to the obedience and flattery of others. But now, seeing Wei Qinglou so obedient, he felt a pang of heartache.
Watching Wei Qinglou's departing figure, Emperor Wen shook his head: "Everyone says he's clever, but I think he's a fool. He suffered such a great injustice, and doesn't even know how to ask for anything in return..."
The white-haired eunuch emerged from behind the artificial hill by the pond, thinking to himself, "That's right. If someone else asks for a favor, you might not give it to them; but even if this Third Young Master doesn't want it, have you ever shortchanged him?"
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