Also coming from the first class, Yu Qizhe is already a fourth-rank official and the second-in-command of the Dali Temple, but Song Ziqian, the runner-up, is still a sixth-rank attendant.
No emperor would like his every word and action to be recorded in a book for circulation, and Emperor Mingzheng was no exception. The position of the sixth-rank attendant was actually a mere formality.
When Song Ziqian first took up the post of a sixth-rank attendant, he naively thought that by accompanying the emperor every day, he would have more opportunities than his peers. However, he did not expect that he would have no chance to see the emperor at all. He could only spend every day in the Hanlin Academy preparing for the emperor's daily record.
As a colleague in the Hanlin Academy, he knew that Yu Qizhe was often summoned by the emperor.
Song Ziqian did not feel any resentment, but he felt that his talent was not appreciated. There was factional strife in the court, and people like him who did not know how to make connections would never have a chance to succeed.
Song Ziqian didn't want to listen to the sour sighs of his table mates anymore, so he stood up and left, even though he was one of them.
When he was leaving the table, he saw Yu Qizhe walking towards the side hall where Cheng Zhangyin was sitting alone at a table. Song Ziqian paused slightly. In fact, compared to envy, he admired Yu Qizhe more. He was able to maneuver between the upright and powerful eunuchs, which was something that not many people could do.
Yu Qizhe picked up a glass of wine and raised it to Cheng Ying, "It is an honor for you to come to drink at my wedding."
Cheng Ying glanced at him, put on the wedding clothes, looked very happy, and the wedding night was truly the proudest moment in her life.
Cheng Ying slowly picked up the wine glass on the table and said coldly, "I came here for Yu Ning, and I am drinking Yu Ning's wedding wine."
Yu Qizhe did not comment, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, "Do as you please, Governor."
When Yu Qizhe was about to turn around and leave, Cheng Ying suddenly said, "Yu Qizhe, if you had known this would happen, you would not be alive today. I was too kind back then."
Instead of feeding him poison, it would have been better to kill this guy directly. There would be no need to show off like this now.
Yes, when Cheng Ying was sitting in the hall of Yu Mansion receiving the gift, she suddenly felt that the Yu Mansion, which was decorated with lights and full of joy, was an eyesore. Perhaps it was because he gave her the name Yu Jiao, but after today, anyone who mentioned this name would probably have to add that she was Yu Qizhe's wife. Even a hundred years later, the name engraved on the tombstone would be someone else's wife.
Yu Qizhe stopped and thought about the days many years ago when he knelt on the cushion in the Fahua Temple and listened to Master Huijue chanting sutras. He closed his eyes, turned around and asked, "Was it the governor who put the poison in my body back then?"
Cheng Ying smiled and said, "Not too stupid."
Yu Qizhe was depressed. When he knew that Cheng Ying was Master Huijue, he had some guesses, but he was unwilling to think about it deeply, even though, after all, he had truly regarded this man as his master, and even though he was naturally cold-hearted.
Although the Yu family was not peaceful and everyone had their own calculations, even if Yu Zhou was cunning, she would not murder him. Besides, Yu Zhou was just a country woman and had no access to such complicated poisons.
There was no point in asking about the purpose now, and he didn't think he could get any answer from Cheng Ying.
This man was probably really a madman. He gave up his job as a eunuch and ran to a temple in the countryside, hiding his identity and pretending to be a monk for a full ten years.
"A life for a life. The governor saved me before, and since he also harmed me, we are even." Yu Qizhe said calmly.
He did have a disability when he was young. If his mother had not taken him to the Fahua Temple to seek medical treatment and been treated by Cheng Ying, he might not have survived for so many years. As for why Cheng Ying poisoned him later, Yu Qizhe had no intention of exploring. He could guess a thing or two. Perhaps this person was willing to save him at first just because he thought it was interesting, but later he lost interest and wanted to take his life.
But later he met Yu Jiao, and the petite figure who was braving the rain and searching for medicine for him in the mountains appeared in front of him. Yu Qizhe's heart gradually warmed up, and the depressed mood gradually dissipated. She was still waiting for him in the bridal chamber. Thinking of this, Yu Qizhe raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside.
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