"Why not grant her a marriage to Feng Zhuangyuan?"
Feng Qing has a decent family background, and his appearance and knowledge are obvious to all.
"I heard that Miss Wei has a good relationship with Feng Shuang, the younger sister of Feng Zhuangyuan. I believe that after marrying into the Feng family, the relationship between the two sisters-in-law will be harmonious."
The opportunity was right in front of her. Beatrice endured for a moment and finally spoke out.
The Queen Mother is cruel and ruthless, and she still plays women's tricks, but the master is different. Only the master is worthy of sitting on the supreme throne!
After Bicui finished speaking, a creepy laugh was heard.
"Okay, then I will give Wei Jing to Feng Qing, so that we can teach Prime Minister Wei a lesson!"
The Empress Dowager wrote down the imperial edict and stamped it with the imperial seal, and everything was settled.
On this side, Jiang Yuzhu had just stepped into the gate of Jiang Mansion when the news of the granted marriage arrived.
"The Queen Mother has granted marriage to Wei Jing and Feng Qing; they are a match made in heaven."
Jiang Yuzhu did not look happy. She had no interest in who Wei Jing married.
Walking quickly into the main courtyard, Jiang Fulu was gnawing on a chicken leg. Seeing his daughter coming, he immediately smiled and said, "Yuzhu, didn't Daddy send someone to deliver a letter to you? It's okay, I'm fine!"
Chen said helplessly, "After noon, the Emperor said he would come to visit the sick. Your father hadn't eaten all day, so he wanted to skip two meals to pretend he was listless. But the Emperor didn't arrive, and now your father is starving."
Jiang Fulu's face was rosy and he looked full of energy and vitality. He didn't look sick at all.
"Humph, the emperor gave Yuanhe three daughters in one go. This shows that he doesn't take my Jiang family seriously!"
Jiang Fulu was very angry and expressed strong protest. When he claimed to be ill, only one person was left on duty in the Ministry of Personnel.
The emperor came to visit the patient in the name of visiting him, but in fact he was testing him.
Chen took out a bronze mirror and handed it over: "Master, look at yourself in the mirror. Who would believe that you are sick?"
Jiang Fulu put down the chicken leg and glared in defense, "Who says that being sick means looking haggard? Master, I'm suffering from a heart disease!"
Like an apple, smooth and shiny on the outside, but rotten on the inside.
Jiang Fulu covered his chest and said sadly: "Master, the emperor has hurt my heart!"
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