Upon hearing this, Qi Yong fell silent.
He knew that the children who became bodyguards were all good, but An San had caused a very bad start.
With him standing as a flag bearer, it's actually unfair to the other children.
But sometimes, you really can't deny your fate.
After a long while, he patted An San on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, live a good life from now on. You are a lucky person, and things will only get better and better for you in the future."
"Thank you for your kind words."
An San smiled, said nothing more, and left after a short while.
He knew he wasn't suited to show off in the capital, but for such a major event as marriage, he had to inform his brothers and elders first, otherwise it would create distance between them later.
Although An San didn't say it, he cherished these relatives from the past very much in his heart.
After An San left, Qi Yong calmed himself down with a cup of tea and went to the Imperial Study to see Ji Xuan.
"Your Majesty, Dark Three..."
Upon hearing this, Ji Xuan immediately interrupted him, saying, "I already know about this matter. I am very pleased that he can marry, have children, and live a peaceful and prosperous life."
"Your Majesty..." Qi Yong opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
He had many concerns, but he didn't know whether he should say them or not.
"Qi Yong, a ruler must not only be tolerant of others, but also keep his word. When we gave her to the Lady Protector of the Nation, we were destined for this outcome. We must accept it."
Ji Xuan was heartbroken at losing an arm, but if he were to stop someone who had risked their life for him from having such good fortune, he would not be worthy of being the emperor.
“That’s true,” Qi Yong said, looking troubled. “But the secret guards still have work to do. What will they think if word gets out about what happened to the Third Secret Guard?”
The worst thing is comparison. No one knows better than the bodyguards how boring their lives are.
Loyalty to the emperor and love for one's country are one thing, but people are selfish; who doesn't want a better life?
“It won’t get out,” Ji Xuan explained in a deep voice. “An San knows the rules. He only told An Yi and a few others. He has already left the capital. From now on, he is Qi Fan, and can only be Qi Fan.”
Upon hearing this, Qi Yong fell silent for a long time before nodding earnestly, "This servant understands."
Come to think of it, strictly speaking, An San was no longer a secret guard. They had been entangled for a long time and were also the link between the Huang family in the capital and the Huang family.
At this time, the two elders of the Jiang family were in the capital, as were the eldest, third, and fourth sons. An San's role had long since disappeared. As long as his traces in the secret guard were faded, time would erase everything.
After thinking it through, Qi Yong was genuinely happy for this younger generation who would continue his family line.
“Don’t relax too soon,” Ji Xuan sighed softly. “Since he has such good fortune, let him stay by the side of the Protector of the Nation and not come to the capital again unless necessary.”
"Don't worry, Master, I understand."
"Send ten thousand taels of silver notes over. After all, he has risked his life for the Great Zhou for so many years. Now that he has started a family, I should do my part to show my appreciation."
"Yes, ma'am."
Qi Yong readily agreed.
Even without Ji Xuan's orders, he would have done it. The fact that An San inherited his surname clearly meant that even without the name of father and son, they already had the reality of father and son.
It's not appropriate to say these things openly, but privately, those who need to be taken care of must be taken care of.
"Qi Yong," Ji Xuan suddenly said with a sigh, "Am I a failure?"
A sense of powerlessness welled up inside me, and suddenly I felt so tired.
"Why does Your Majesty say this? Your virtue is comparable to that of Yao and Shun, and your achievements surpass..."
"I only want to hear the truth," Ji Xuan said with a headache, "I don't want to hear these flatteries."
“Every word I uttered came from the bottom of my heart.”
Oh……
Qi Yong has also learned to be cunning.
"You!"
Ji Xuan shook her head, unwilling to say more.
He felt that talking to Qi Yong was a mistake; all Qi Yong ever did was flatter himself…
“Your Majesty, this servant is absolutely not lying,” Qi Yong said with a serious expression. “Looking back on the two hundred years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, apart from the founding emperor and you, who could have held up such a turbulent and disaster-ridden situation?”
Ji Xuan agreed with this statement and chuckled, "That's not wrong. However, one thing is one thing. Even though I am the emperor, there are many things I am powerless to do. I do envy the Lady Protector of the Nation."
Even he would find it difficult to protect those close to him without doing anything.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yong, fearing that Ji Xuan might overthink things, immediately became nervous. "After all, she is a banished immortal; there will always be some differences."
"A banished immortal?"
Ji Xuan remained noncommittal. After a moment, he shook his head, shaking off these emotions. "Bring me the memorials from the Northwest and Shu. I want to study them carefully."
"Yes, ma'am!"
An San was unaware of these matters. After informing the people he needed to know, he immediately left the capital with his wife.
Because Liu Niang couldn't ride a horse, she had to take a carriage, and the round trip took half a month.
Half a month is neither long nor short, but it is enough for Wolong Village to prepare for the first happy event in the village. Everyone participated, and the newlyweds entered the bridal chamber amidst the blessings of all the villagers.
An San, who was usually expressionless, was all smiles, which surprised and envious people at the same time.
“Dad,” Jin Yong said sourly, “if I had known it would be this lively, I would have properly gotten married.”
"What? The one I bought isn't good enough for you?"
“No, that’s not it,” Jin Yong said, sounding a little aggrieved. “It’s just that I feel a little sorry for myself for having to rush through such an important event in my life without the participation and blessings of my relatives and friends.”
"Come on," Manager Jin couldn't help but give his son a hard smack on the head. "So many men don't even have wives and can only remain bachelors. Your father has already done you a favor by spending twenty taels to buy you a pretty girl from a respectable family. Don't be ungrateful."
“Father, that’s not what I meant,” Jin Yong explained. “I just admire Third Master a little.”
"You can only be envious," Manager Jin sneered, speaking disdainfully. "Don't you even know what he's capable of? If you had half of his abilities, not only would you be able to find a wife, but you could even take several concubines without any problem."
These words left Jin Yong speechless.
He was just being sarcastic; he wouldn't dare do it himself, after all, the things his own mother had done were still vivid in his mind and were truly terrifying.
It's better to marry a timid, hardworking person who only knows how to keep their head down and do their job than to marry someone who harbors ill intentions and is always plotting to kill you.
Although dull, boring, and crude, he is easy to control and you never have to worry about him getting out of control or taking dirty tricks when you are in trouble.
Seeing this, Manager Jin curled his lips and said, "It's good that you're sensible, otherwise I would have broken your legs with a stick."
Seeing this, Jiang Nuan frowned.
Have these two been deeply hurt by women? Why are they so superstitious about it?
After carefully considering the events leading up to this, Jiang Nuan decided not to meddle.
“Uncle Jinming,” Lai Zi said thoughtfully, “if there are the conditions, we should still help Brother Jin Yong get a proper wife.”
"What advice do you have for me, my nephew?"
"I dare not presume to offer my advice, but I do have some thoughts," Lai Zi said with a sigh. "The Jin family's business will surely grow bigger and bigger. As the saying goes, a virtuous wife brings less trouble to her husband. She may be a good concubine, but she is not good enough to be the mistress of the house. Her status is too low, and the children she raises will not be magnanimous enough."
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