Chapter 212 The Most Noble Woman in the World?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiyue blushed slightly, then glared at Cuizhu reproachfully: "You naughty girl, you're talking nonsense! What kind of immortal is the master? How could he judge people by their appearance?"
Cuizhu laughed upon hearing this: "Sir is an immortal, but in this servant's eyes, Miss is also a fairy. Mr. You'an was a prodigy at a young age, so his age is probably not too different from Miss's. Isn't it speculated that Sir is a young master from a prominent family? Miss's actions have relieved Sir's urgent need, and perhaps Sir would even be willing to repay you with his body! However, ordinary young masters from prominent families are not worthy of Miss."
As Zhao Xiyue listened, her fingers gently traced the words, a sweet smile involuntarily curving her lips: "What's there to be unworthy of? If I were to truly abandon these family backgrounds and statuses, I would genuinely want to be with you, sir, even if it meant living a life of poverty..."
“Miss, you are truly devoted to the gentleman. It’s just a pity that you never experienced poverty. You have never lacked anything. You only need to frown, and countless men will bring you things. You are born with a noble destiny.”
"Unfortunately, that day will never come. I am destined to marry the Regent and become the most noble woman in the world."
After thinking for a moment, he sighed again: "People are foolish. A painting or calligraphy like yours could be sold for tens of thousands of taels of silver. The son of the Minister of War even said he was willing to pay ten thousand taels to buy your work. Does he think that by buying your work, he can become like you, a celestial being?"
At the last auction, such a fool actually stole the show.
"When I one day ascend to a high position, I will hold a grand celebration for you, sir. At that time, I will let the world see for themselves who possesses the most of your calligraphy."
As she spoke, she suddenly laughed: "Cuizhu, go and get a pen. I'll write another letter to Young Master Shen and ask him to find a way to buy me some more calligraphy and paintings."
"Yes." Cuizhu immediately picked up her brush and ink.
Zhao Xiyue had just finished writing her reply and had it sent out when she heard from the gatekeeper that her brother had returned.
She immediately stood up happily. From afar, she picked up the calligraphy and painting and rushed to Zhao Xiuyuan: "Brother, look! I've received another piece of calligraphy from the teacher!"
In his agitation, Zhao Xiuyuan subconsciously pushed him away: "I'm not in the mood to discuss calligraphy and painting with you today. It's chilly at night, so go and rest."
"Brother, are you crazy!" Zhao Xiyue said with a pained expression, "Do you know that if this painting is lost, we will lose ten thousand taels of silver! This is the master's calligraphy."
As she spoke, she immediately and carefully protected the words in her hand.
Zhao Xiuyuan rubbed his temples and glanced at the calligraphy in her hand: "You've acquired Mr. You'an's calligraphy and paintings again?"
A hint of surprise unconsciously flashed in his eyes.
Mr. You'an's calligraphy is rare; how did this girl manage to get two pieces in succession?
He subconsciously took it and examined it closely: "It is indeed Mr. You'an's handwriting. Would it be alright if this painting were for my brother?"
Zhao Xiyue subconsciously took it back and held it protectively in her arms: "No, brother, you know this is my favorite."
"My dear, the Prince has always admired Mr. You'an's calligraphy. I'll send it to the Prince, and once you enter the Prince's residence, everything will be yours."
Zhao Xiyue clutched the papers, still reluctant to let go: "Did Brother go to see the Prince today? Did Brother tell the Prince about my entry into the Prince's residence..."
"Not yet. Why do you, a young lady, always talk about marriage? Give me the painting."
Zhao Xiuyuan's tone was not very good, and he tried to snatch it away.
Zhao Xiyue initially held on tightly, not wanting to let go, but she cherished it, while Zhao Xiuyuan did not, and in the end, Zhao Xiyue let go.
When the calligraphy and painting were taken away, Zhao Xiyue burst into tears: "What's wrong with my brother? I don't know what kind of trouble you suffered outside, that you came back and took it out on me! I'm never talking to you again."
"Stop!" Zhao Xiyue abruptly halted. She stood there, glaring defiantly at Zhao Xiuyuan.
Zhao Xiuyuan rubbed his temples, finally softening his stance. He walked over and hugged her tightly, saying, "Alright, alright, it's your fault, don't cry. All this was so you could marry into the Regent's Palace as soon as possible. I think things are about to change. Little sister, you must hurry into the palace and get pregnant quickly."
Zhao Xiyue frowned: "Brother, what's wrong?"
Zhao Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes: "The Sixth Prince is not dead, and is now with Li Rong. The Prince had a huge outburst of anger towards me today."
"Li Rong? Isn't he already a cripple? How could he implicate my brother? How come the Sixth Prince isn't dead? Wasn't he poisoned?"
Zhao Xiuyuan: "You're right. The Sixth Prince is nearing his end, and I think the Emperor is also at his limit. The Regent is at the height of his power, and it seems no one can stop him. Before long, that position will likely belong to the Xiao family."
A hint of fervor flashed in Zhao Xiyue's eyes: "Brother, you're right, I need to enter the Prince's Palace as soon as possible."
Zhao Xiuyuan nodded: "Don't worry, in a few days, the prince will go to the hunting grounds as usual. I will find an opportunity to take you there. Get ready."
"Yes, don't worry, brother."
"Alright. So, are you willing to give this calligraphy and painting to your brother?"
Zhao Xiyue pouted in dissatisfaction: "Just give it to my brother. Once I enter the Prince's mansion, I will definitely coax the Prince to give me the calligraphy again."
"If you marry into the family, will you still have trouble finding Mr. You'an's calligraphy?"
"Yes!" Zhao Xiyue responded excitedly, "Brother, I also heard that a female healer has appeared in Canglin. I heard she is very powerful and has saved the people of the city. Can you find a way to bring her back? I want to take better care of my health."
Zhao Xiuyuan nodded: "Don't worry, brother will send people to look for it."
"Okay! Thank you, brother."
Zhao Xiyue chattered on for a while longer before finally returning home with the help of a servant.
Zhao Xiuyuan watched Zhao Xiyue's retreating figure, his eyes filled with worry. Suddenly, he instructed his subordinates behind him, "Li Rong, and those children, leave no one alive. Tell your men to make sure it's done cleanly."
Upon hearing this, the guards behind him suddenly looked up at Zhao Xiuyuan.
"What, you have a problem with that?"
"This servant dares not, this servant will go and do it right away."
As the guards left, the worry in Zhao Xiuyuan's eyes remained unresolved.
He never imagined that the regent still held onto their old friendship.
There were rumors that the Regent had an improper relationship with Li Rong's sister, Li Sheng, and that the child Li Sheng bore was the Regent's. Furthermore, it was said that the Regent's wife had been secretly sending people to hunt down Li Rong and his companions for many years, all of which he had witnessed.
Those children, if they truly are the Regent's bloodline, could be a hindrance to his sister's path. It would be better to nip them in the bud before they become too powerful.
"Little sister, your brother will help you overcome all obstacles, so you'd better live up to his name!"
Yesterday, I pulled out so much hair. But today, it all came out smoothly all at once! In other words, yesterday's me, give me back my hair! Do you know how important that hair is to an author?! Waaaaah!
(End of this chapter)
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