Chapter 240 Efforts
In Han's mother's view, the unfilial son is simply brainless.
"Miss Lin is engaged to the Crown Prince. There are so many beautiful girls in the capital. Why is our family involved in this trouble?"
"How is it a problem? At that time, Miss Lin was ill, and the General's Mansion took the initiative to cancel the engagement. Didn't the Emperor even express his approval of the General's Mansion?"
After Miss Lin broke off her engagement with the Crown Prince, who was still the King of Wei, Cheng Shu, the grandson of the other sex of the old lady in the General's Mansion, was promoted from an ordinary guard to a centurion, which shows the emperor's attitude towards the General's Mansion.
Mother Han was unmoved: "You only care about the emperor and don't care, what about the prince?"
It would be fine if the prince was magnanimous, but if he was petty, he would probably dislike the man who married Miss Lin.
Although this is only a possibility, why would the Shangshu Mansion take this risk?
"The prince is a generous person—"
Han's mother didn't want to listen: "You don't have to say it, anyway, I don't agree."
"Mother——" Han Baocheng's eyes were full of disappointment.
Han's mother turned her eyes away, trying not to be soft-hearted.
Even if Miss Lin was engaged to someone else, she would consider it, but that was the prince, and would become the emperor in the future. What would happen to the Shangshu Mansion if Miss Lin became dissatisfied with it?
"Son, I understand. Mother, please take a good rest." Han Baocheng said and walked out silently.
Looking at her son's dejected back as he left, Han's mother sighed deeply.
Han Baocheng did not return to his room, but left the Shangshu Mansion and made an appointment with Yang Zhe to have a drink.
Seeing him drinking one glass after another, Yang Zhe asked, holding the wine cup: "Brother Han, is there something on your mind?"
Han Baocheng put down his wine glass. The slight drunkenness did not make him unclear, but gave him courage.
Looking at Yang Zhe's handsome face, he said, "Brother Yang, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Brother Han, please speak." Yang Zhe said in a gentle tone.
Han Baocheng clenched the wine glass on the table and said, "My family once asked for Miss Lin's hand in marriage. You know that."
Yang Zhe nodded.
"She's still unmarried, and I...I still want to marry her."
Yang Zhe's eyes flickered slightly: "Brother Han, what do you need me to do?"
"I'd like to ask Brother Yang to sound out the Crown Prince and see if he would mind." Han Baocheng made up his mind and stated his plan. "If the Crown Prince doesn't seem displeased, I'd like to ask him to find a Baoshan of suitable status to help me find a match."
Han Baocheng placed his last hope on the prince, not out of impulse.
When the prince was still the King of Wei, because Yang Zhe had a good personal relationship with the prince, he had a lot of contact with the prince as a good friend of Yang Zhe, and could see that the prince was a generous person.
There are risks in pursuing desired results. Knowing the prince's character, Miss Lin is worth a try.
Being cautious is risk-free, but he will miss the girl he likes. He doesn't want to regret why he didn't try harder when he is old.
"I'll ask for Brother Han." Yang Zhe agreed immediately.
Han Baocheng raised his glass: "Thank you, Brother Yang."
Yang Zhe smiled faintly: "It's awkward to talk about this between us."
Yang Zhe soon found an opportunity to bring up the matter with the Crown Prince: "Brother Han is a simple-minded man. When my family first saw Miss Lin and wanted to discuss marriage with her, he became interested. Now that Miss Lin is still unmarried, he wants to ask for her hand in marriage, but his family strongly opposes it."
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When the prince heard Yang Zhe mention Lin Chan, he was stunned for a moment.
It has been a long time since he heard anyone mention Miss Lin. Thinking back now, his marriage with Miss Lin seemed like it was so long ago in his previous life.
"Is Miss Lin recovered from her illness?"
"I heard it's getting better."
"That's good." The prince smiled with relief. "Miss Lin is a good girl. It would be a good thing if she could marry Baocheng."
"It's a pity his family won't agree."
"Because you broke off the engagement with me?" The prince understood the crux of the matter without much hesitation and sighed, "Speaking of which, I always feel guilty about breaking off the engagement when Miss Lin was seriously ill. If she missed out on another good match because of me, I would be even more uneasy."
He felt a bit regretful about breaking off the engagement with Miss Lin, but if Yang Zhe hadn't mentioned it today, he wouldn't have even paid attention to Miss Lin's illness in the past few months. If he was upset because Miss Lin was talking about marriage with someone else, then what was the difference between him and that brother?
Thinking of this, the prince came up with the idea of matching Han Baocheng and Miss Lin.
If all those families held the same idea as the Shangshu Mansion and the Han family, and no one dared to propose to Miss Lin, wouldn't there always be people thinking of him?
This situation makes people uncomfortable just thinking about it.
The prince quickly came up with an idea: "How about this, I'll ask the teacher to ask Han Shangshu's opinion. If the Han and Lin families are interested, I'll let the teacher be the guardian."
The teacher mentioned by the prince was originally a professor in the palace's chief historian's office, named Chen Fuli. The prince had always treated him as a teacher. It was undoubtedly very important for him to come forward as Baoshan with his identity, and it also fully demonstrated the prince's intentions.
When Han Baocheng heard this news from Yang Zhe, he couldn't contain his excitement: "Did the prince really say that?"
Yang Zhe pulled out his sleeve, which he was holding tightly, and laughed, "Would the Crown Prince really lie to you about something like this?"
"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Han Baocheng bowed deeply.
"It's the Crown Prince's kindness. I didn't contribute much." Yang Zhe avoided the greeting and reminded, "Brother Han, it's best to inform your grandfather first."
"Yes, I'll tell Grandfather right now that I'll treat Brother Yang to a nice meal another day."
Han Baocheng said goodbye to Yang Zhe, hurried to Taoranzhai to buy a roast chicken, and rushed back to the Shangshu Mansion with it.
It happened to be a holiday, and it was rare for Minister Han to be at home at this time.
"Grandfather, your grandson brought you some snacks to go with your wine." Han Baocheng put the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper on the table and said with a smile.
He was a handsome man with big eyes and thick eyebrows, and his smile was very pleasing to the elders. Han Shangshu looked at his eldest grandson with a bright smile and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Is it the roast chicken from Taoranzhai? Baocheng really knows how to love his grandfather. Come on, let's have a drink together."
The grandfather and grandson ate roast chicken and drank wine, and added a plate of crispy peanuts.
Han Baocheng saw that it was almost done and chuckled, "Grandfather, the prince wants to match my grandson with Miss Lin. What do you think?"
"Puff—" Minister Han spit out a mouthful of wine and glared at his grandson. "What did you say?"
"The prince suddenly felt that his grandson and Miss Lin were a good match, and he wanted to bring us together—"
"You're talking nonsense after drinking a few glasses of wine. Go away, go back to your room." Minister Han didn't believe a word he said and shooed his grandson away like a fly.
The next day, when he left the yamen, Minister Han met Chen Fuli.
"Lord Chen invites me for a drink?" Although Han Shangshu was surprised, he didn't show it at all. "That's great! I was worried about having no drinking buddies."
Although Chen Fuli's official position was not high, he had taught the prince, so he naturally could not be offended.
Wait, Prince?
Looking at Chen Fuli with a smile on his face, Minister Han suddenly thought of what his grandson said.
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