Pingfu pouted slightly.

Madam is Madam, why do you have to add the word 'my' to anything?

Wei Junhang ignored him and leaned comfortably against the carriage with his eyes closed.

In less than half an hour, the carriage stopped and two people, one big and one small, got off one after another. The servant who had been waiting outside the door came forward and respectfully led the two people into the house.

"Is your master meeting a guest? I wonder which distinguished guest it is?" Wei Junhang asked casually as he heard the voice of Liu Jijiu from a distance.

"My Lord, it's Master Zhao from Guanglu Temple."

Master Zhao of Guanglu Temple? Wei Junhang stopped and said, "Since your master has a distinguished guest, I will not disturb him."

Seeing his resolute expression, the servant did not say much, and could only say, "Since that is the case, Duke, please follow me to the East Hall to rest for a while, and wait for me to return to you, my Lord."

"That's fine." Wei Junhang didn't have any objection.

He would rather just sit there and drink tea than be dragged into small talk by that Lord Zhao, who talked about all sorts of nonsense, which was so annoying!

"Fu boy, come here. It's a rare opportunity to have some free time like this. How about I teach you the art of tea?" In the huge east hall, Wei Junhang teased Fu, who was sitting upright, with interest.

Ping Fu said with some embarrassment: "Duke, why don't you wait until we get back to teach me? I'm still in Lord Liu's house now. If I'm halfway through teaching, Lord Liu will come to ask me to come back..."

"You are so cautious at such a young age." Wei Junhang shook his head and did not force himself.

Pingfu sat with him for a while and drank two bowls of tea. Then he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and told Wei Junhang embarrassedly. Wei Junhang smiled and called someone to take him away.

"Aren't you the boy named Pingfu who is beside Wei Chenglin? What's up? Do you want to use your connections to get into the Imperial College?" Pingfujing passed the hand and was about to turn back when he heard someone talking behind him. Turning around, he saw a young man in gorgeous clothes, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

He thought about what Wei Junhang said in the carriage. It seemed that he really brought him to ask Lord Liu for favor to get into the Imperial College, so he nodded straightforwardly.

The young man had not expected that he would be treated so straightforwardly. He was slightly startled, but soon came to his senses and said with contempt, "Don't you even look at your own status? Can someone of your status enter the Imperial College?"

"Isn't it that admission to the Imperial College depends not on talent and learning, but on status?" Lin Fu asked curiously.

The young man was choked by him, and glared at him angrily, wanting to teach him a lesson, but thinking of Wei Chenglin behind him, he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only say in a pretentious manner: "Just wait for me!"

"I don't know you, why are you waiting for me? You're such a weird person!" Pingfu muttered.

"Young Master, you really don't know him? He is the nephew of the Imperial Concubine. Although he is still a side branch now, I heard that it will not be long before he will officially inherit the name of Marquis Loyalty and inherit the title of Marquis Loyalty." The servant who led the way explained.

Pingfu just said "oh" and didn't take it to heart.

Anyway, he doesn't know any Zhao family, so what does it have to do with him whether the successor is succeeded or not!

When they returned to the East Hall, they did not see Wei Junhang. The maid waiting in the hall said that Duke Daoguo had been invited over by the master, and the servant hurriedly led Pingfu to look for him.

"Fu boy, come here and meet Lord Liu!" Wei Junhang saw him from a distance and greeted him.

Lin Fu did not dare to delay and trotted over. He first called out "Duke", and then bowed to Liu Jijiu in a proper manner.

"Is this Mr. Lu's top disciple, Ping Fu? He is indeed a handsome young man, but I don't know how knowledgeable he is." Liu Jijiu looked him up and down, stroked his beard and smiled.

"I'm not being arrogant. My son Fu's knowledge is praised by everyone who has seen it!" Wei Junhang looked as if he was 'honoured'.

"Your Excellency the Duke is not afraid of slipping his tongue when he speaks. Even if a child from a poor family has lived in the Duke's Mansion for a few years and learned some skills, he can never compare to the young masters who have been carefully brought up by famous families." Lord Zhao on the side sneered.

"My lucky boy, let alone other things, is definitely much better than the boy next to you." Wei Junhang answered with a smile, deliberately trying to irritate him.

"You...you won't know whether you are a donkey or a horse until you try it out for a walk. Anyone can tell by talking." Lord Zhao was furious.

"Of course, I have to make sure you lose with a sincere heart, otherwise you will really think that I, Wei, am abusing my power to suppress you!"

Liu Jijiu was sitting quietly by the side, drinking by himself. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and said, "How difficult is this? I happen to have two identical papers here. If it is convenient for you two young masters, just give it a try."

Shen Xinyan had never expected that Wei Junhang would bring Ling Fu to visit the Chief Priest of the Imperial College, and she had never expected that they would meet the father and son from the Zhao Mansion.

Ever since Concubine Rui's relatives returned to the capital, Emperor Yuanyou has given them many rewards. Lord Zhao of Guanglu Temple is the son of Concubine Rui's father's cousin, and is now the highest-ranking official in the Zhao family.

Over the years, Emperor Yuanyou and Concubine Rui have never given up looking for Zhao Quanzhong's only son. Unfortunately, there is no definite whereabouts of his son. As the days go by, Concubine Rui feels that hope is getting slimmer.

As a result, the Zhao clan members who had been eyeing Zhao Quanzhong's title for a long time began to get restless and mentioned the matter of succession to Concubine Rui Gui several times. In the first few years, Concubine Rui Gui ignored it, until this year when her hopes were dashed again, she finally gave in.

After all, my brother's lineage cannot be broken.

Lord Zhao's youngest son, Zhao Jian, is the most outstanding candidate for succession chosen by the Zhao clan, and is also the one with the greatest hope of being chosen by Consort Ruigui.

At this time, Shen Xinyan was talking happily with Princess Ning, and both of them were extremely satisfied with this marriage. Princess Ning looked at her daughter's shy expression, and then looked at the tall and handsome young man opposite her, and her heart became more and more satisfied.

Now that this marriage has been completed, she can feel relieved.

Princess Yonghe looked at their expressions, then looked at Wei Chenglin and Princess Changning. They were a talented man and a beautiful woman, truly a perfect match!

Princess Changning's pretty face flushed, and she would secretly glance at Wei Chenglin opposite her from time to time. It was as if there was a little rabbit in her heart, beating non-stop.

She still couldn't believe it. Was she really going to get engaged to this man? God knew how many girls in the capital city secretly admired him. Even among her concubine sisters, there were many who liked him.

Wei Chenglin looked straight ahead, only occasionally glancing at his smiling mother. When he raised his eyes inadvertently, he met a pair of almond-shaped eyes filled with joy and shyness. The other party seemed not to have expected that he would suddenly look at her, and lowered her head in panic.

He touched his face in confusion. There shouldn't be anything wrong with his face, right?

Princess Ning and Shen Xinyan were also paying attention to the little children and smiled at each other when they saw this.

When leaving Princess Yonghe's residence, Shen Xinyan couldn't help asking, "Lin'er, what do you think of the princess?"

Wei Chenglin nodded and replied, "Very good."

That's it? Pretty good? Shen Xinyan was speechless.

Wei Chenglin also saw her helplessness, he cleared his throat, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "Don't worry, mother, I will treat you well in the future!"

Shen Xinyan did not doubt his words, but she always felt that something was not quite right.

This child is really too calm. He is fifteen years old, just the right age for Mu Ai. How come he can be so calm when talking about his marriage and his future wife?

She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She suppressed her uneasiness and smiled at him: "Mother, I believe you."

The mother and son said nothing more.

The two governments reached a tacit understanding with each other. A few days later, Shen Xinyan informed the Grand Princess and asked an official matchmaker to go to Prince Ning's Mansion to propose marriage. The two sides exchanged tokens and birth dates, and then invited a high monk to compare the horoscopes.

The Grand Princess had originally intended to invite Master Huiming, but when she sent someone to inquire, she learned that Master Huiming had gone on a journey again a month ago. She had no choice but to ask a senior monk from another temple.

After the betrothal gift was given, it was already two months later.

But Shen Xinyan took her son to the "visit", and when she came back, she happened to meet Wei Junhang who also returned with great fortune. Seeing Wei Junhang's smug look, she couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Why are you so happy, Duke? Did you encounter any good things?"

Wei Junhang laughed, patted Fu on the shoulder, and said proudly: "Fu boy, you really made me proud today! I will make that old guy surnamed Zhao dare not show off in front of me in the future."

An old man with the surname Zhao? Could he be the one from Guanglu Temple, the cousin of Concubine Rui Guifei?

Wei Junhang saw her confusion and gave a straightforward answer: "It's the one from Guanglu Temple!"

Shen Xinyan understood.

"How has Pingfu brought you honor and made you so happy until now?" The four of them walked into the house. Shen Xinyan sat down, took the tea that Pingfu brought to him, took a sip, touched his head approvingly, and then asked.

Wei Junhang immediately told her in detail about his trip to Liu Jijiu's house today with great excitement.

"…The old man surnamed Zhao's face changed immediately. He thought that Lord Liu was biased, so he took Lingfu's paper and took a look at it. He was speechless and left with his son in shame."

"If you ask me, how can his son be considered the best in the Zhao family? He is not even as good as my son Fu. And he still has the nerve to inherit the throne of the Loyal Marquis!"

Zhao Quanzhong, Marquis of Loyalty, is the youngest number one scholar in this dynasty. He is so talented that even today's great scholars cannot stop praising his talent.

"Inherited to the Marquis of Loyalty? Has the queen decided to choose a child from the family to inherit?" Shen Xinyan asked, interrupting him.

"The Queen has revealed this intention, but I don't know whether she will really decide to take over in the end." Wei Junhang replied.