Chapter 835 Jian Ruocheng's Gaze
After saying that, he no longer mentioned the King of Wei, but started playing with little Anping in his arms.
Nan Yan was already tired, so of course she didn't play with them at this time. Instead, she sat on the couch beside them, drinking tea, listening to her daughter's clear laughter, and unknowingly fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands picked her up.
Nan Yan opened her eyes and saw Zhu Feng holding her and slowly walking to the bed.
Nan Yan was still not fully awake and mumbled, "Where's Anping?"
"Leave it to the nanny."
"Send her over."
"Well, you haven't slept well on the road these days, so get a good night's sleep tonight."
Zhu Feng took off her clothes and held her in his arms.
The weather in Jinling is warmer than in the north, and Zhu Feng's body temperature made her feel more comfortable. Although Nan Yan was still a little confused, she instinctively snuggled into his arms.
However, because I woke up for a while, I couldn't fall asleep again.
After a moment of silence, I realized that Zhu Feng seemed to be thinking about something, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows became deeper.
He asked softly, "Your Majesty, is there something on your mind?"
"Nothing?"
"It's government affairs. Is there anything that worries the Emperor?"
"..." Zhu Feng was silent for a moment before he said, "It's still about not moving the capital."
"Weren't those officials convinced before?"
"I only persuaded a part of him before," Zhu Feng rubbed his brow, a gesture he would only do when he was extremely tired. "But now, I have returned to Jinling."
“…”
Nan Yan understood.
Before, only a few officials came to Peking, and their resistance to moving the capital had already caused so much trouble to Zhu Feng.
And now, this is the capital of the south!
None of the officials here, even the powerful and nobles, would be willing to move the capital.
Their opposition voices and the power of their opposition will be hundreds of times greater than before in Peking!
No wonder Zhu Feng is so tired.
Nan Yan whispered, "Your Majesty, what can I do?"
Zhu Feng glanced at her and said with a smile, "You, don't do anything. Just take care of yourself."
"……yes."
That’s right, I shouldn’t have interfered in state affairs.
Just don't cause him any trouble.
Nan Yan thought for a moment and then said, "By the way, Your Majesty, I want to go home tomorrow. Is that okay?"
"Going back to the Si family?"
"Yes. Grandmother's coffin has been sent back and should have been buried. I want to go back and pay my respects to her."
"Alright. Do you want me to accompany you?"
"Your Majesty is so busy, don't bother with these trivial matters."
"All right."
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Early the next morning, Zhu Feng went to court for the first time after returning to Jinling, while Nan Yan packed up and returned to the Si family.
Actually, there’s nothing wrong with going back.
I just wanted to take one last look at Xirong Hall, where my grandmother once lived, to find some memories of the past. Now, Xirong Hall has been cleaned up, and all the tables, chairs, benches, and utensils inside are covered with layers of white cloth.
Like a cold snow cave.
Nan Yan stood inside and once again realized that her grandmother had left and would never come back.
As people grow up, they naturally have to face such separations, but this is the first time for Nan Yan, so she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. It was only after Ran Xiaoyu and the others comforted her with soft words for a long time that she was able to calm down.
At this time, Gu Tingchun walked up to her and said, "My Lady."
Nan Yan looked up at her: "Is there anything wrong, mother?"
Gu Tingchun hesitated for a long time before he said softly, "Madam, your sister, Mulan, has been in the laundry department for almost a year. She has learned enough lessons."
“…”
"Could your Majesty please forgive her and let her come back?"
“…”
Nan Yan frowned slightly.
Come to think of it, she almost forgot about Simulan.
Because she caused trouble at the enthronement ceremony, she was sent to the laundry department, and it was more than a year ago.
Gu Tingchun wanted to take this opportunity to plead with her.
Nan Yan didn't say anything.
Gu Tingchun said sadly, "I know that what happened back then was wrong for me—I was wrong too. But, Madam, she is the daughter of the Si family after all, and we are also related by blood."
“…”
"Now that the old lady is gone, if she's still alive, she wouldn't want to see her family like this."
This sentence actually stung Nan Yan.
She couldn't help but look back and look at Xirong Hall, which looked like a snow cave.
Indeed, the current situation of the Si family is really that the family is declining. I have been in the palace all year round, Si Mulan works in the laundry department, and I heard that Si Muyun has also been transferred to Peking to work under Gu Tingqiu.
Gu Tingchun was the only one left in this family.
No wonder she had the audacity to beg for mercy from me.
Perhaps, if my grandmother were still alive, she would not want to see such a deserted Si family.
Nan Yan was silent for a while, then said, "I will go back and tell the Queen about this."
“…”
"But whether it can succeed or not depends on her own luck."
Gu Tingchun said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."
Nan Yan waved her hand lightly.
Afterwards, she went to burn incense at the ancestral tablets, stayed at the Si family for a while, and then set off to return to the palace.
On the way, I heard many people talking about moving the capital.
Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the capital has been located here, and the people have become accustomed to it. But suddenly, when the news came that the capital would be moved to Beijing, everyone was obviously still a little unable to accept it.
So, some people seem to be panicking.
Of course, this kind of instability is inevitable.
Nan Yan looked for a while and was about to lower the curtains when she suddenly saw two familiar figures on the roadside. Her eyes lit up, and she stopped the carriage, asked Ran Xiaoyu to get off, and asked the two men to get on the carriage.
"Your Highness."
"Beautiful sister!"
As soon as I got in the car, the two of them looked at me in surprise.
It was none other than the young lady Jiahe of the Jian family, and her innocent and lovely son Xiaozhu.
Nan Yan smiled and said, "Young Madam, it's been a long time since we last met. Xiao Zhui, do you miss me?"
"Of course I do! Pretty sister, you haven't come to see me for a long time!"
Xiao Zhu was still very close to her and wanted to hug her immediately, but Madam Jiahe stopped him and said softly, "Don't be rude, Xiao Zhu. This is the Imperial Concubine."
"ah?"
Xiao Zhui may not be particularly sensitive to people's identities. Suddenly, the beautiful sister who he once was close to is no longer close to him, and he is a little confused.
Nan Yan smiled and said, "Young Madam, there's no need to be so polite."
Madam Jiahe smiled and said, "Etiquette cannot be abolished."
After all, she is the young lady of the Jian family. Wherever she goes, she is neither humble nor arrogant, making people feel close to her.
Nan Yan smiled and said, "Where are you going, Madam?"
"Oh, the weather is nice today, so I took Xiao Zhu out for a stroll and did some shopping. I'm getting ready to go home."
"Then I'll take the young lady and the young master back."
"How can I trouble the Imperial Concubine?"
"Young Madam, you really shouldn't be so polite to me."
Jia He glanced at her and smiled gently, "Okay."
So, Nan Yan asked the driver to turn the car around and drive towards Jian's house.
Nan Yan asked Xiao Zhu to sit next to her, touched his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhu has grown a lot taller and stronger."
"Yes, the clothes were just made, but they became too small after only two months of wearing them."
Madam Jiahe smiled and said, "By the way, I heard that the Imperial Concubine gave birth to a little princess. I haven't congratulated Her Majesty yet."
"Thank you very much."
"The little princess must be very cute now."
"She's cute, but she keeps chirping all day long and won't sleep at night. It's so noisy."
"Haha, all mothers go through life this way. When I was taking care of my little pig, I wanted to hang him out on the clothesline at night and let him cry his heart out."
When two women who have become mothers talk, they always have a lot to talk about.
Amidst laughter and joy, the carriage soon arrived outside Jane's house.
Nan Yan lifted the curtain and looked at the familiar door.
Madam Jiahe thought for a moment and said, "Would Your Majesty like to come in and sit down?"
Nan Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Jian—uh, Second Young Master Jian, is he okay?"
Madam Jiahe glanced at her and said softly, "Uncle, it's okay."
"Not at all!"
The little pig beside him said loudly: "My uncle has been locked in his room and hasn't gone out for several days!"
“…”
Hearing this, Nan Yan's heart sank slightly.
Madam Jiahe looked up at Nanyan, gave a wry smile, reached out and stroked Xiaozhu's hair, and said in a deep voice, "Silly child, don't talk nonsense."
After saying that, he turned to Nan Yan and said, "Your Highness."
"Um?"
"There may be some deeper reasons why my uncle was dismissed from office this time. I don't understand. Of course, I have never been involved in government affairs."
“…”
"But, if it's about what happened to you on the way, I want to tell Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine. No matter what Your Majesty saw or felt, there's one thing you must believe."
“…”
"My uncle will never harm the queen."
“…”
Nan Yan was silent for a while, then said softly, "I know."
“…”
"Even if everyone in the world harms me, I will not believe that the Second Young Master harms me."
“…”
"He, he must have his own reasons."
Hearing her say this, Madam Jiahe breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "With your words, I feel much more at ease. On behalf of my uncle, I thank you for your trust."
Nan Yan smiled bitterly and waved her hand.
Madam Jiahe and Xiaozhu got off the carriage. Nan Yan waved goodbye to them, and then the carriage drove away from the Jian family.
Madam Jiahe watched the carriage disappear at the end of the long street before turning around and walking through the gate. She asked Xiao Zhui to go to the study to read first, and then she walked to the door of Jian Ruocheng's room.
The door was still closed, only one window was open, and he could be seen sitting quietly inside reading a book.
Madam Jiahe said, "Uncle."
Jian Ruocheng raised his head: "Sister-in-law."
After leaving the north for several months, he had lost a lot of weight. In addition, the weather in the south was warm and his clothes were thin, which made him look even more emaciated.
In the past, it looked like a green bamboo.
And now, it looks like a dry bamboo.
Seeing him like this, Madam Jiahe sighed and said, "Uncle, do you know who I met on the street today?"
"who?"
"Your Highness."
“……!”
Jian Ruocheng's hand holding the book trembled slightly.
After a while, he closed the book and said softly: "The Imperial Concubine, she——"
"I won't say anything else. I discussed your case with the Empress."
“…”
This time, not only were his hands shaking, but Jian Ruocheng's eyes also flickered slightly: "Did she say anything?"
Madam Jiahe said, "She said that she believes in you. Even if everyone in the world tries to harm her, she firmly believes that you are the one who won't harm her."
“…”
Jian Ruocheng's face flushed slightly: "She, really said that?"
Madam Jiahe smiled and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"
“…”
This time, not only his face turned red, but even his eyes were a little red.
Jian Ruocheng's breathing became rapid.
Madam Jiahe said with a smile of accomplishment, "Okay, that's what I came to tell you. I'm going to prepare lunch now, uncle. It's time to come out and eat with everyone today. Don't let your father-in-law worry about you anymore."
"……yes."
Madam Jiahe smiled and turned away.
Jian Ruocheng was still sitting at the table, but his eyes, which had been withered, had slowly begun to show a hint of life.
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It was already evening when we returned to the palace.
After Zhu Feng finished handling state affairs for the day, he came over to have dinner with her.
He arrived quite late. Little Anping had already been brought back from the wet nurse to drink milk. However, he seemed to have smelled the fragrance of the food and kept making a fuss in the cradle.
Zhu Feng carried her over.
He held her with one hand and picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks in the other hand: "Do you want to eat it?"
Nan Yan smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please don't tease her. She can't eat these yet."
"I know."
Zhu Feng saw An Ping in his arms, blushing anxiously over the piece of meat, and couldn't help but laugh: "This girl is too greedy."
“…”
I always feel that when he said his daughter was greedy, he was implying that he was greedy too.
Nan Yan glared at him.
Then he said, "The Emperor seems to be in a particularly good mood today. Has he gone to Chengqian Palace to check on Prince Wei's homework?"
"Um."
"Well, how about that?"
"not bad."
Speaking of the King of Wei, Zhu Feng's expression became unusually friendly, saying, "His archery skills are much more accurate than before."
“…”
"It's just that I'm not familiar with the military books yet."
Nan Yan immediately smiled and said, "The King of Wei is still young, so it's difficult for him to be comprehensive. Besides, he has been overseeing state affairs these days, and I heard that he has done some practical things for the people. So this time, although the news of moving the capital has been spread, the people's reaction is not too big."
This matter is what makes Zhu Feng most satisfied.
In this way, he comforted the people and relieved himself of his worries.
It seems that Zhu Chengxuan's kindness and gentleness are not completely ineffective.
Nan Yan reached out and touched Xiao Anping's nose, saying, "Did you hear that? Your little brother is becoming more and more powerful. He will be able to protect you well in the future."
"Ouch."
Zhu Feng glanced at her and said nothing, just smiled faintly.
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