"Your father is really good at choosing dates..." Lu Anyuan pressed his temple with one hand, his emotions towards the old general becoming more complicated.
"Rather than saying that my father is good at choosing dates, it's better to say that our family has a connection with September 15th." That's right, Sun Ziyou and Lu Anyuan were both married on this day. Who knows what benefits this day has.
"Forget it. She will be my mother-in-law in the future, so I can't be too negligent. If there is a vacancy in the Ministry of Revenue, I will find a way to get the Left Assistant Minister to take over."
"Huh?" Xu Yixing was baffled. How could you admit we were family? Were you going to secure your road and deploy personnel?
"Do you think I'm nice? No need to thank me, we're all family, hahaha!"
Thank you motherf*ck!
Days eventually came, some reluctant, others filled with joy. Finally, the day of the Xu family's wedding arrived. Xu Yiwen, true to his word, vowed to never return, and his father, after finally receiving his twenty-page petition, sighed softly and didn't pursue the matter further.
My father got married without my son present, and the guests had some complaints, but under the dual names of Fuyuan General's Mansion and Princess Xiaoyi, it did not cause much impact in the end.
Dad got what he wanted, and on the wedding night he was still drunk like a teenager. When Xu Yixing saw Xu Qian supporting him and staggering back to the bridal chamber, it was as if he saw the scenes of his dad's first two weddings.
When he married his own mother, it was naturally a glorious marriage of powerful people, and he must have been full of energy and never drunk; when he married Gu, it was only more than a year since the last marriage, and the novelty had worn off, but he finally got the wealth and so-called "good reputation" he had been longing for, so he should be happy about it.
At this wedding, all Xu Yixing could see was complacency and arrogance. He thought he was a general with great contributions and the father-in-law of the most proud prince. What a mean-spirited person he was.
Xu Yixing stayed outside the courtyard until the lights in the bridal chamber were turned off, and then he returned to his own courtyard with a sense of loss.
Two years have passed, and she has gradually begun to forget what death feels like. She can no longer even recall the abdominal pain caused by the poisoned wine. If this continues, sooner or later she will forget the resentment she felt when she learned from Grandma He that her mother's death was caused by her father.
But right now, she seemed to be unable to do anything. Accustomed to dealing with the affairs of the palace and the court together with Lu Anyuan, she thought less and less about her hatred. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
The fact that General Xu married the sister of the former Left Vice Minister gradually became a good story in the capital. Everyone said that the two of them lived in harmony after marriage, just like an original couple.
In October, the emperor finally stopped expanding the scope of the investigation and issued an imperial decree to enforce the already drafted charges, with those who deserved to be killed and those who deserved to be exiled.
What surprised Xu Yixing and the court officials most was the emperor's exceptional leniency towards the Dragon Guard soldiers involved in the rebellion. Aside from the commander-in-chief, no additional punishments were meted out to the soldiers. Instead, their ranks were disrupted and they were assigned to different regions to continue their service. Even their families were not investigated.
Xu Yixing was overwhelmed with joy and, like everyone else, he praised the emperor's benevolence. However, when he turned to Lu Anyuan, he saw that his expression was serious, even a hint of sarcasm. Xu Yixing stopped smiling. Sure enough, over the next two or three years, those scattered soldiers died one by one, either in battle, from illness, from exhaustion, or from punishment for committing mistakes.
Whenever Xu Yixing heard such things from his father, he would recall Lu Anyuan's mocking expression that day. It turned out that he still understood his father better. He knew that although he let those soldiers go on the surface, the reckoning would always take place.
The emperor is so cruel!
Only half a year after Mrs. Zuo married into the Xu family, the Minister of Revenue retired and returned to his hometown. As an experienced old official, the former Vice Minister of the Left was unsurprisingly reinstated, and the Ministry of Revenue flourished.
Several princes showed off their skills and displayed their prowess in their own fields, but some were in vain, while others became even more famous.
Xu Yixing tried to reduce the number of times she appeared in front of everyone, not only because she didn't want to live a life of intrigue, but more importantly, she was running her own shop.
After the obstacles were removed, Xu Yixing began to force Si Wen to rapidly expand his store business. Naturally, the cash flow increased exponentially. Every time he woke up with a smile at night, he would smile even more happily when he thought of his assets.
The political world was full of ups and downs, the trends in the capital came and went, officials were constantly replaced by new ones, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the growing reputation of King Xiaoyi.
Whether it was opening a porridge factory, repairing the Confucian Temple for the imperial examination candidates, building riverbanks, repairing reservoirs, or opening charity halls—anything related to philanthropy, the Prince Xiaoyi's palace would contribute financially or physically. Now, not only the people of the capital, but even those in the border regions, knew that the Prince Xiaoyi was a figure like a living bodhisattva.
Lu Anyuan's name seemed to gradually stand at the center of the court. Whenever there was something, the emperor would call him out to discuss it. This honor was even more grand and warm than the one given to the second prince Lu Chiyan. The remaining princes could only look on in vain.
Although Lu Anyuan's fame was growing, he had become remarkably low-key, living a semi-reclusive life with his princess. They didn't host banquets, didn't attend them, and didn't mingle with the social life of the capital. Aside from official palace banquets, the couple was rarely seen, a common sight in the capital.
Three years passed in a flash. Xu Yixing looked down from the North Mountain and saw that the clouds were thick and foggy, covering the way he had come and making his vision somewhat dazzling.
"Madam, let's go back. We have finished worshiping Buddha. It is still too cold in the mountains in autumn." Lu Anyuan put the cloak on his shoulders on Xu Yixing.
Xu Yixing wanted to smile with emotion, but when he saw Xiaoshe beside him holding his cloak, he felt a little funny as he didn't know whether to advance or retreat.
Lu Anyuan really hasn't changed at all. He doesn't wear a nice cloak but does something so self-touching. Does he think I didn't see that my own cloak is right next to me?
"Do you think that the Jingxi Temple, accepting so much silver from us every year, can really bless us with everything going smoothly?"
"I don't believe in the myths of gods and Buddhas. But the many orphans adopted by the temple have truly benefited from it. I think if you do more good deeds, you won't suffer any misfortune."
"Tsk, I thought you had to follow me to sincerely worship Buddha, but it turns out you don't believe it."
"Madam, guess what wish I just made to the Buddha?" Lu Anyuan came closer. The carriage was so small that Xu Yixing had nowhere to hide.
"I don't know, but I don't want to know. They say wishes won't come true if you tell them out loud, so please don't tell me!"
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