“Yes…” Su Wei murmured softly.
"Commander, what did you say?" asked the guard following behind Su Wei.
"It's nothing. Just get ready. We'll be returning to the palace to report for duty later."
"Yes, Commander!"
After instructing his subordinates to adjust their mindset, Su Wei took one last look at the Lin family's plaque from afar before turning and leaving.
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When Lin Daiyu returned to the Lin family mansion, it was like a pigeon returning to its nest. The familiar buildings and furnishings immediately dispelled the feeling of unfamiliarity she had just returned home. Her courtyard had also been cleaned spotlessly, without any signs of disturbance. Even the marks from when she bumped into the corner of the table as a child were still placed in the east corner, as if this long-empty courtyard was still waiting for its owner.
Today, it has indeed welcomed its owner.
"Father!" Lin Daiyu looked at Qingyin with tears in her eyes.
Qingyin gently knelt down and wiped away her tears with her hand: "Why are you crying, my dear? Aren't we home now? A little girl isn't pretty if she cries. You can't cry anymore."
Seeing her father treating her like a three-year-old child, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but smile through her tears: "Father, I'm all grown up now, how could I do that?"
"In Father's heart, no matter how old I am, I am still Father's child."
"Father!" Hearing her father say this, Lin Daiyu couldn't help but want to cry again, but it wasn't a sad cry, but a cry of warmth and care.
However, she held back her tears. She got home too late today, and her father was unwell and needed to take medicine and eat. She couldn't cry anymore; she had to eat with her father.
"Father, let's quickly ask Sister Chun'er to prepare the meal."
Qingyin smiled slightly: "We don't need Pin'er to remind us. If we wait for Pin'er to say it, Father and Pin'er will probably go hungry tonight!"
"Daddy!" The little girl pouted her cheeks angrily, and the next second her stomach made a loud noise.
Now, without Qingyin changing the subject, the girl's earlier thoughts had completely dissipated, leaving only the embarrassment and shyness of the embarrassing incident.
Seeing that the little girl was about to turn into a piece of braised pork, Qingyin stopped laughing and pulled the little girl to the dining table.
"Miss, please try this ginger milk curd first. It's freshly made and still hot."
Hearing that her mistress was hungry, Chun'er smiled and brought over several bowls of desserts for her to have something to eat first.
"Thank you, Sister Chun'er." The little girl thanked her politely before starting to eat.
Before long, the remaining dishes were served in their entirety.
After dinner, Qingyin had the maid who used to take care of the young lady follow Pin'er. The night had been long, and the little girl was so sleepy that she could hardly blink. Qingyin took the opportunity to carry the child back to bed, as she also needed to rest.
The next morning, Qingyin got up, washed, dressed, and prepared to write a letter to His Majesty in the study.
Although he is currently on leave granted by His Majesty and is not required to report to His Majesty, he still needs to report to His Majesty about his visit to the Jia family. The officialdom is different from other places. Even though His Majesty's people are with him and cannot be unaware of his situation, he still has to report to His Majesty again. This is necessary.
Qingyin, true to her word, got up and went to the study. She focused on her relationship with Lin Daiyu in the letter, while glossing over the actions of the Jia family.
Some things are harder to say when they come from him, and it's often the other way around that makes His Majesty even angrier.
Indeed, this was the case. After learning from Su Wei about the fate of Lin Aiqing's daughter in the Jia family, Kangxi was genuinely displeased. He felt that because he loved the Jia family so much, they were not taking good care of the county princess he had personally appointed. Could it be that they were unhappy with him? In addition, the next day, Qingyin delivered an envelope that contained no criticism whatsoever, which brought Kangxi's anger towards the Jia family to its peak.
"Liang Jiugong, did the Jia family send a woman into the palace?"
Liang Jiugong observed the Emperor's expression. This was the first time the Emperor had been so angry. What foolish thing had the Jia family done? He said fearfully, "Yes, Your Majesty, Jia Yuanchun, the legitimate daughter of Jia Zheng, the second son of the Rongguo Mansion, is on duty in the Consort De's palace."
"By my decree, she shall be conferred the title of Consort Yuan and reside in the Palace of Consort De."
"Yes, Your Majesty." He stared intently at the corner of the ground, as if trying to see a flower bloom in it.
Liang Jiugong didn't think that Consort Yuan had benefited from His Majesty's decree by getting promoted in Consort De's palace and remaining there; it was hard to say.
I'm afraid that once Consort Yuan receives the imperial decree, she will become a thorn in the side of Consort De. Consort De is not someone to be trifled with!
Not long after writing the letter, Qingyin heard news from the palace. She blinked slightly. His Majesty was very satisfied with what she had written. It seemed that the effect was quite good.
Sitting in the courtyard, basking in the rare sunshine, Qingyin lazily shielded her eyes from the somewhat dazzling sunlight with her hand.
The little girl was standing in the yard flying a kite that Chun'er had found somewhere. It had been windy these past few days, so the kite was flying. The little girl was having a lot of fun, and her face was all red from running around.
His condition has actually improved considerably in recent days, and he is able to return to the palace to take up his post. However, due to the selfishness of a certain imperial physician, he reported the situation to His Majesty as being quite serious. Therefore, Qingyin has been able to leisurely lie at home these past few days.
However, he also needs to consider his work schedule from now on. Although His Majesty has given him a sinecure, it's been going on for too long, so he still needs to show his face.
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Inside Yonghe Palace, Consort De, her hands stained with red cardamom, was admiring her masterpiece, paying no heed to Jia Yuanchun, or rather, Consort Yuan, who was kneeling below serving her tea.
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