Chapter 20 Poison Oath
"Why, you don't want to?" Emperor Xuande noticed her little action, and there was a deeper meaning in his eyes.
Song Yanxi shook her head, her face calm and serious as she said, "Your Majesty, I am just an ordinary woman in the harem. I have never done anything that benefits the country or the people. I am truly unworthy of your reward."
After hearing these words, Emperor Xuande understood that it was not that she did not want it, but she did not dare to accept it because of consideration for certain people!
As for who to take into consideration, the answer is self-evident!
The smile on Emperor Xuande's face obviously faded.
At this moment, Lin Tingfeng impatiently emphasized: "Your Majesty, Song is just an ordinary woman in the inner chamber. She is short-sighted and does not deserve such a heavy reward from you."
There are only two princes in the capital who have fiefs. Among the princesses, except for the eldest princess who married the Marquis of Changxin and enjoyed a fief, the rest of the married princesses, the most favored one could only enjoy a fief of 10,000 households.
There are nearly 30,000 people in Yuzhou. What qualifications does Song Yanxi have?
With Zhuang Shihan as an example, Lin Tingfeng looked down on his wife who had been raised in seclusion since childhood, and his words were filled with contempt.
Some words, coming from Song Yanxi's mouth, can be explained as a girl's modesty due to her shyness.
But when Lin Tingfeng said it, it was like a slap in the face of Emperor Xuande.
Who the hell does he think he is? How dare you question him?
Emperor Xuande rarely turned cold, and said calmly: "If I say she is worthy, then she is worthy."
Song Yanxi thanked him respectfully without any hesitation.
When the two left, Emperor Xuande specifically reminded Lin Tingfeng of something.
He said, "General Lin, the happiness of having a wife like Qi is not so easy to enjoy. You must not let me down."
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After the others left, Emperor Xuande got up and went to the side hall.
Mo Jinchuan was still sitting in front of the chess game that he had not finished when he left, but with a book in his hand.
Hearing footsteps, he raised his eyes and looked over, a faint smile in his eyes, "Is Father done with his work?"
Emperor Xuande nodded, his eyes falling on the page in his hand. When he read the words about military strategy, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
Seeing Mo Jinchuan was about to put it away, he stopped him: "It's just a book, read it if you like."
"Yes, father." Mo Jinchuan responded indifferently.
Looking at his son who was overly steady and completely different from the high-spirited son in his memory, Emperor Xuande felt a burning fire in his heart.
A good girl like Yan Xi, who is sensible and knows when to advance and retreat, and has a strong character, should be paired with a good man like his Xiao Wu, not such a short-sighted fool.
Emperor Xuande snorted coldly, no longer concealing the disgust in his eyes, and said, "At first, I thought Lin Tingfeng was a talented general who could be entrusted with important tasks. Now it seems that he is just a reckless man with nothing but military power."
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Father, are you talking about General Lin who died in battle a few days ago?"
"It would be better if he really died in battle." Emperor Xuande flicked his sleeves and sat down.
As much as he admired Lin Tingfeng when he learned about his military achievements, he now felt disgusted with him.
Emperor Xuande hated ministers who were too smart and felt they were difficult to control.
But if it's too stupid, even one look would be too much for him.
If he had any common sense, he shouldn't have brought the matter to light and earned a reputation as a heartless and ungrateful person.
Seeing Mo Jinchuan's silence, Emperor Xuande thought of how he had stopped attending court since his leg injury. Guilt filled his face as he explained, "Lin Tingfeng is the son of General Weiyuan. He was the one who led the troops to quell the battle in Southern Xinjiang."
Hearing this, Mo Jinchuan's eyes showed undisguised admiration as he praised, "The terrain in Southern Xinjiang is complex, and many veterans who have fought for many years find it quite a headache when they mention it.
In this way, General Lin is indeed a rare military talent."
Emperor Xuande's eyes were subtle. "Xiaowu, if I remember correctly, this is the first time you have praised a general in front of me."
"Your Majesty, you remembered it wrongly." Mo Jinchuan replied indifferently.
"Really?" Emperor Xuande frowned, thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said with a touch of nostalgia, "That old fellow, Yan Yichuan, was unrivaled in his time with his red tassel spear. It's a shame there's no one in the next generation to inherit his legacy."
After he gave birth to a child, Mo Jinchuan said quietly, "Half of the male members of the Yan family died on the battlefield. Even the bodies of Elder Yan's eldest and second sons have never been found.
I once heard a rumor that when the world was first settled, Madam Yan forced Mr. Yan to swear a poisonous oath at the cost of her own life.
If any male member of the Yan family joins the army within three generations, she will be killed without a burial place, and the Yan family will be extinct."
Mo Jinchuan felt hard to bear even when talking about the poison of the oath.
If Song Yanxi hadn't said these words herself when she was treating him a few days ago, he would never have believed it.
A general who has served the emperor well and even saved the life of the current emperor many times actually has to use such means to prove his loyalty.
Emperor Xuande's expression was equally grim, and he murmured, "How could this happen? My sister-in-law..."
"Father, it's your turn." Mo Jinchuan put down his son and spoke at the right time.
Emperor Xuande came back to his senses, and at the same time, he felt a pang of bitterness in his heart and a surge of anger.
He remembered what he had promised when Yan Yichuan rejected him because of the generation difference between Mo Jinchuan and Song Yanxi.
"As long as I am here, I will definitely find a good husband for the little girl in the future and will never let her suffer any injustice."
But he broke his promise.
A woman is supposed to obey her husband after marriage. Even if he gave Yan Xi a fiefdom, if she is not loved by her husband and does not have a child, she will inevitably be bullied in her husband's family in the future.
Emperor Xuande ordered with a cold face: "Dehai, go to the storehouse and pick out some jewelry and jade that women like, and send someone to the general's mansion."
Dehai looked at Mo Jinchuan calmly, and quickly agreed with a smile.
After playing two more games of chess with him, Mo Jinchuan said goodbye.
Emperor Xuande was reluctant to let me go, and said with a stern face: "It's so rare for you to come to the palace, and you didn't even ask to have dinner with me before leaving."
Mo Jinchuan lowered his eyes, "Father, it will rain tonight."
Ever since he injured his leg, he would suffer from unbearable pain in his legs whenever it was cloudy or before it rained. Countless doctors inside and outside the palace had come to see him, but no cure had been found.
This is also the pain that Emperor Xuande can never mention in his heart.
Xiaowu is the best among his children. He is also the one he has brought with him since childhood and the one he loves and respects the most.
It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people…
He was feeling sad when he heard Mo Jinchuan say, "When I have time in the future, I will come and play chess with you, father."
He rarely went out after the accident, and the number of times he entered the palace in recent years was very few.
Emperor Xuande couldn't help but have tears in his eyes and said "good" three times in a row.
After Mo Jinchuan left, his face darkened immediately. He looked at Eunuch De who was serving beside him and ordered, "Send someone to keep an eye on the Lin family. Don't miss any sign of trouble."
That year, his Xiaowu was ambushed by the enemy at the place where Lin Tingfeng won the victory, and his legs were broken.
When it comes to marching and fighting, this man is far inferior to his Xiaowu.
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