Shen Xinyan couldn't help but curl her lips at his aggrieved and pitiful look, but she quickly suppressed it, walked to his side and sat down, put the black lacquered gold box in his hand, and said, "This is the income from the shop that was delivered a few days ago. Do you think it's enough? If not, I'll send someone to get it later."
Wei Junhang opened it blankly and took a look. Then his hands seemed to be burned by fire. He pushed the box away and jumped up from his seat with a whoosh. He glared at her with a red face: "What do you mean by this?"
Shen Xinyan was startled by his intense reaction, and was stunned when she heard his question.
"Even if I, Wei Junhang, am a complete loser, I would never do such a thing as spending my wife's dowry money. You, you, I, I, you are going to piss me off to death!" He wanted to teach her a lesson fiercely, but when he saw that face that remained as beautiful as ever for ten years, he could no longer utter those words. He could only throw down these words angrily, flick his sleeves, turn around and strode out the door.
"Prince..." Qiu Tang, who was about to lift the curtain and enter, was startled by Wei Junhang, who suddenly walked out of the room with a red face due to anger. Before she could say the words of greeting, the other party had disappeared.
She opened her mouth stupidly and looked at the little girl beside her in disbelief: "That was the prince just now, am I seeing things right?"
"No, no, that's the prince." The little girl replied weakly.
Qiu Tang's eyes widened even further.
The Crown Prince actually got angry at the Crown Princess? The sun really rose from the west!
You should know that this couple has always treated each other with respect and has never had a quarrel since their marriage. Although the Crown Prince is not very decent, he treats the Crown Prince's wife very well. He has never spoken a word loudly to her, let alone got angry and blushed.
However, Shen Xinyan in the room saw her husband rushing out of the door in a huff, and was quite confused. But when she carefully recalled what Wei Junhang had just said, she immediately understood and slapped her forehead in annoyance.
It was her fault. Why couldn't she be more tactful and just stuff money into other people's pockets like that?
"Madam, the Crown Prince..." Qiu Tang saw her master's face full of regret when she came in, and she was shocked. Could it be that the Crown Prince's wife really made her master angry?
"I did something stupid because I wasn't thoughtful enough. Don't worry, I'll talk to him about it later." Although she was a little annoyed, Shen Xinyan knew her husband's character better, so she wasn't too worried.
Seeing that she didn't care, Qiu Tang also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Just now, Madam Cui sent a package of top-quality bird's nests, but she didn't tell me why. I think this is a bit strange." Qiu Tang reported. She took a leave yesterday to visit her sick mother and only returned home just now, so she didn't know what happened this morning.
"Since she brought it to you, just keep it. Ask the kitchen to stew it later. You and Chunliu and Xiahe can try it too." Shen Xinyan didn't care much.
Regardless of whether this was Mrs. Fang's idea or the Grand Princess's, as the Crown Prince's wife, could it be that she couldn't even eat a few bird's nests?
Qiu Tang responded with a crisp voice.
In the room of the Grand Princess of Ning'an Courtyard.
The eldest princess lay on the couch with her eyes half closed. Nanny Liang, who had served her for most of her life, sat at her feet, massaging her legs with her hands.
"How do you think we should deal with the matter mentioned by Shen?" The eldest princess suddenly asked with her eyes wide open.
Madam Liang paused for a moment and said with a smile, "The princess has already made up her mind, why bother teasing me?"
The eldest princess laughed, shook her head, and sighed, "What Shen said does make sense, but...if I agree with her, I'm afraid Bizhen will resent me in her heart."
"Princess, you worry too much. You watched the eldest lady grow up. Don't you know her? She is the most sensible and understanding one. Although these changes were proposed by the Crown Prince's wife, they are ultimately for the good of the mansion. How could the eldest lady blame you?" Nanny Liang smiled and comforted her.
The eldest princess thought about it and felt that it made sense. But then she thought of her eldest son who died young, and couldn't help but sigh: "If Jun Ting was still here, there would be no need for an old bone like me to worry about the mansion. Jun Hang is still a bit useless after all, and even Shen is far inferior to Bizhen."
The master of the mansion was mentioned in the conversation, so Madam Liang didn't know what to say, so she just changed the subject and said, "I just passed by the martial arts training ground and saw the eldest master dancing with a sword from afar. His movements were so agile, wow, he really had the style of the Duke in his youth."
When she mentioned the most promising eldest grandson, the eldest princess immediately changed her sad expression and said with a smile: "Lin'er is a motivated child, a hundred times better than his father! It's worth it that his grandfather taught him personally."
"The princess says this now, but at first someone was crying at the Duke, blaming him for being so cruel and training a four-year-old kid like he was training soldiers." Nanny Liang said with a teasing look on her face.
The Grand Princess glared at her in reproach: "You are such a glutton!"
Wei Junhang in the other room actually regretted his decision as soon as he left his wife's yard. He felt that his wife meant well and he really didn't want to get angry with her.
He paced back and forth in front of the courtyard gate with his hands behind his back. He wanted to turn around and say something soft to his wife, but he was worried that his wife would get upset with him, so he couldn't make up his mind. Then he changed his mind and thought about the decision he had just made, turned around and headed towards the east courtyard.
The martial arts training ground in the East Courtyard.
The young man danced with the wooden sword in his hand, stabbing, picking, and chopping, sometimes flying in the air and sometimes leaning on the ground. Each move was quite powerful, and the martial arts teacher beside him nodded repeatedly.
This was the scene Wei Junhang saw when he arrived.
The martial arts master noticed his arrival and was about to step forward to greet him. Wei Junhang waved his hands and shook his head at him. He thought about it for a moment and understood, so he bowed to him from a distance.
Wei Junhang touched his nose and stood aside to watch quietly. The more he watched, the more proud he became.
He is indeed a good son of him and his wife. With such a son, what more could a husband ask for! Let's see if those idiot grandsons dare to laugh at his incompetence behind his back in the future!
Bah, no matter how useless he is, having such an outstanding son is enough for him to be proud of the capital!
Wei Chenglin put away the wooden sword and turned around to see his father, who had come at some point, looking at him with a smile. He handed the sword to the servant beside him, said a few words to the master, and then walked towards Wei Chenglin.
"Father!" He bowed respectfully and politely.
"This sword dance is good, much better than that dance by Aunt Nangong!" Wei Junhang praised with a smile, unaware of the frown on the martial arts teacher's face.
Wei Chenglin pursed his lips, but couldn't help but retort: "I am a real man, how can father compare me with that kind of woman? Besides, my sword is for killing enemies in battle, not an embroidered pillow for pretending to please others!"
The gentleman beside him nodded with satisfaction.
That's exactly the case!
Wei Junhang was not annoyed by his son's rebuke. He smiled and said, "Yes, yes, it was father who said the wrong thing!"
This kid is good in every way except that he has the same personality as his grandfather, very stiff and boring. He is not as interesting as Ying'er.
The prince muttered secretly.
Mr. Wushu shook his head helplessly, walked forward, bowed and left.
Wei Junhang waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Father, do you have anything to tell me? If not, I will go back to review my lessons." Wei Chenglin naturally knew his biological father's temperament.
"Kid, no one is forcing you, so it's okay to relax occasionally."
"Grandfather always taught his children that they should be self-disciplined, but..."
"Okay, okay, go if you want to go!" The prince had a headache.
"In that case, I'll take my leave!" The self-disciplined boy bowed, turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait, wait!" After his son took a few steps, Wei Junhang remembered why he came and hurriedly called him.
Wei Chenglin stopped and turned around, looking at his father with an inquiring look.
"In the future, you should spend more time to go back and accompany your mother. She has not been in good health recently." Fearing that this old-fashioned boy would give him another "grandfather's lecture", the prince stated his purpose without hesitation.
"Mother is not feeling well? Have you called a doctor? What did the doctor say? Is it serious?" Upon hearing that his mother was not feeling well, the young man looked anxious and asked questions repeatedly.
"It's no big deal. I just miss you all the time and feel uneasy about you living in the outer courtyard. That's why I'm worried and feeling a little weak." Very satisfied with his son's attitude, the prince stroked his non-existent beard.
"I understand, son. Then I will do as father said and spend more time to go back and accompany mother every day." Wei Chenglin nodded.
Having obtained a satisfactory result, Prince Wei was very proud. He wanted to take his son back to find his wife and show off his achievements in front of her. However, he was afraid that he would delay his son's studies and end up being scolded by his father, so he gave up the idea.
After thinking for a while, he still felt a little unwilling to waste such an opportunity to show off his achievements, so he hurriedly said, "You can go back and have lunch with your mother today, but you must remember to wait for me to come back with you."
Wei Chenglin was a little puzzled: "Son can go back by himself, don't bother your father."
"Just listen to me!" The prince glared and said with a stern face, pretending to be a strict father.
"In that case, I will obey your command." Wei Chenglin was used to his father's eccentricity, so he did not argue with him and nodded in agreement.
***
The Duke of England, who is already over 50 years old, stroked his beard with a smile. Although his son was not very good, with such an outstanding grandson, it would be just a matter of time before the Duke of England's reputation was restored.
"Go practice the spear technique your grandfather taught you the other day. The Duke of Ying's family is a martial arts family. As a descendant of the Wei family, you must never fall behind in martial arts."
"Yes, I will remember your teachings!" Wei Chenglin responded respectfully. After a moment, he said hesitantly, "My mother is ill. I want to go back early to have lunch with her."
"If you are ill, please go see a doctor and take more rest... No, no, just go!" The Duke of England knew that his daughter-in-law must be missing her son.
It is true that a loving mother spoils her son! Thanks to his decisiveness, he brought his grandson to his side and raised him personally since he was three years old, and he would never let him grow up in the hands of a woman like his father.
Thinking of that useless second son, he couldn't help but feel a headache.
If the eldest son were still alive, why would he have to work so hard? The Duke of England's Mansion would be able to move to a higher level even without relying on the title of his wife, the Grand Princess!
Touching his left leg which had lost sensation for many years, and recalling his eldest son who had passed away many years ago and was both a talented scholar and a military man, his heart could not help but ache.
That was the only hope of the Wei family! If he were still alive, why would he need to drag his crippled body to raise his eldest grandson? How could the position of the Duke's mansion's heir fall to the useless second son?