Chapter 79: Stop being a beloved minister and become a beloved concubine (6)
"Which 'leaf' is that?"
"Yeh He's Yeh."
"What does Ye Hyuk mean?"
Jiang Ye was tired of being asked this question. He put his slender white fingers on the wheel of the wheelchair and said, "Glorious and glorious."
He turned his wheelchair and slid out of the courtyard. Yu Huo clattered after him, "That sounds like a good name indeed."
The person beside him was like a dog-skin plaster that he couldn't get rid of. Jiang Ye had no choice but to stop where he was and look at him seriously: "Do me a favor."
Yu Huo tilted his head: "You say."
"Stand right where you are and shut up." He was about to leave again.
Yu Huo was stunned for a moment, then clung to him again, blocking him with a smile: "Hehe, I won't help."
Jiang Ye was forced to stop and took a deep breath: "Can you please stop rejecting others with such a playful smile? You really deserve a beating."
He had a stern face, and his long eyelashes were curled and raised. Yu Huo couldn't help but reach out to lift some of them.
Before he could even touch her, his wrist was grabbed: "What are you doing?"
Yu Huo tried to turn his wrist, but the other party held it very tightly and very hard. He couldn't break free. He gave up resistance and looked at her with a frivolous look that was not suitable for her age: "You are my child bride, so why can't I touch you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fingers that grabbed his wrist tightened again, squeezing his skin until it turned white and he almost cried out.
Fortunately, a eunuch appeared and rescued him. The other party's shrill voice was particularly creepy in the night.
"Eighth Princess, His Majesty invites you."
The hand that was holding his wrist suddenly loosened, and three red marks from deep to shallow appeared on his fair skin in an instant. Jiang Ye's expression paused slightly, and he raised his eyes and stared at Yu Huo for a few seconds.
"Eighth Princess, His Majesty invites you!"
Jiang Ye then withdrew his gaze, turned his wheelchair, and followed the eunuch out of the courtyard.
Yu Huo looked at the bruises on his wrist and sighed softly, "Beauty... they are all snakes and scorpions."
At this moment, a pair of hurried footsteps came from behind. Yu Huo's ear was pinched by someone before he noticed it. Madam Yu's gnashing voice came from behind him: "What nonsense are you mumbling about again?"
Yu Huo turned his head with a bitter face: "Mom, I'm reciting a poem."
Madam Yu laughed angrily, "You can't even recite the Hundred Family Surnames, and you're trying to recite poetry? I'm afraid you're up to something behind our backs again!"
“It’s unfair… Ugh!”
Mrs. Yu covered Yu Huo's mouth before he could open his throat, so as not to attract the attention of outsiders.
The time for the palace gates to be locked was approaching. Madam Yu didn't want to cause any trouble and make a fool of herself, so she let go of her unfortunate son's ear and said, "Go home! Your father is waiting for us!"
The palace banquet ended, and everyone's expression was filled with relief. As Yu Huo stepped into the second door, he saw Mother Lan, who was with Old Madam Yu, walking quickly towards him. She bowed to Yu Kangping and said, "My Lord, the Old Madam invites you."
Yu Kangping turned around and looked at Madam Yu, then asked, "My mother hasn't slept yet?"
Mother Lan nodded and said, "The second young lady just had a nightmare, and the old lady was trying to comfort her. When she heard that the master had returned, she sent the old servant to call her."
Yu Kangping nodded, took Mrs. Yu's hand and went to Old Lady Yu's yard. Yu Huo looked around and followed them.
Entering the courtyard, Yu Miao was lying in the old lady's arms, acting like a spoiled child. Without waiting for everyone to greet him, he ran up to her, scratching his cheek and mocking her: "Diudiudiu~ You're having a nightmare and still crying in your grandmother's arms."
Yu Miao grumbled and ignored everyone. Old Madam Yu smiled and pushed Yu Miao to Yu Huo, letting the two siblings play around. She then turned to Yu Kangping, who was looking at her daughter with concern, and asked, "How was everything during the palace banquet?"
Yu Kangping glanced in Yu Huo's direction after hearing this, then sighed: "His Majesty has ordered Huo'er to study at Songshan Academy the day after tomorrow."
Old Madam Yu frowned unhappily: "Tell me in detail!"
Yu Kangping said yes and recounted the banquet's story word for word. When he mentioned that Yu Huo couldn't recite the Hundred Family Names, Old Madam Yu interrupted and tilted her head to look at her grandson: "You could recite most of them the other day, but how come you only remembered eight when you got to the palace?"
Yu Huo exclaimed, "So many people are watching me memorize. I'm shy."
"Are you shy?" Old Madam Yu laughed as if she had heard a joke. After that, she continued to ask, "Is there anything else?"
Yu Kangping's expression also eased a lot. "Your Majesty asked me about the money for flood relief in the south. I said that we could raise 60% by doing our best. Prince Yan stepped forward and offered to donate 30,000 taels of silver. His Majesty was very pleased to hear this and agreed. He also said that Prince Yan had just gone out to build a palace, and he would return it to him after the Ministry of Revenue collected the tax revenue."
The smile on Mrs. Yu's face disappeared and she snorted coldly.
Mrs. Yu looked up at her in confusion, and seeing the old lady's face was gloomy and fierce, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to be a quail. She stood beside Yu Kangping without saying a word, and was unusually quiet and calm.
"Thirty thousand taels? I'm afraid even three hundred thousand taels wouldn't break a sweat. The imperial court is corrupt and exploited at every level, and most of the money went into the pockets of the virtuous Prince Yan. If he really cared about the victims, accepting less tribute from the south and giving it back to the people would be much more useful than this thirty thousand taels. He's always putting on a show!"
After mumbling for a while, Old Lady Yu felt that her complaints were pointless, so she waved her hand and said, "Forget it. Your father couldn't do anything about it when he was alive, and as a woman, I don't want to get involved in this. Let's talk about something else."
Yu Kangping frowned and looked in Yu Miao's direction with concern: "Your Majesty also asked about Miao'er today."
"He asked Miao'er what to do?"
"Your Majesty praised Miao'er for her good manners. If it weren't for her young age, he would have made her his daughter-in-law no matter what."
"How did you reply?" Old Mrs. Yu sat up straight and asked anxiously.
"My son naturally didn't want to, but His Majesty stopped me from saying anything, saying we can discuss this matter in a few years."
As soon as she finished speaking, Old Lady Yu picked up the blue and white porcelain teapot on the table and threw it to the ground with a bang.
Everyone was so frightened that they stood there in a daze, and Yu Huo was even stunned by her attack.
I thought to myself: She is worthy of being the eldest daughter of a military general, she is so imposing!
He ran forward with his short legs and offered his courtesy: "Grandma, are you okay?"
Mother Lan came to her senses upon seeing this. She stepped forward, pointed at the two maids serving in the room, and shouted, "What are you all standing there for? The old lady is old, and her hands were unsteady. She knocked over the teapot. Why don't you clean it up quickly?"
The two maids hurried forward to clean up. After everyone had left, Old Madam Yu sneered, "Your Majesty is worried again..."
The atmosphere in the room was too strange. Yu Miao burst into tears. Mrs. Yu felt distressed and mustered up the courage to whisper to her, "Miao'er, why don't you go back to your room and sleep first?"
Yu Miao sobbed: "Mom, I'm scared..."
Old Madam Yu looked at her, a vicious look in her eyes that hadn't yet dissipated: "Humph, it's useless for her to enter the royal family if she's like this!"
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