Without even looking up, Lu Jiaxue said, "Wei Ling is desperate, desperate. What kind of man is Cheng Lang, to dare marry his daughter to him?" He was well aware of his nephew's playboy nature. Thinking of the little girl who had once knelt before him and begged him to marry, Lu Jiaxue frowned. He asked again, "Have you set a date?"
"I heard they're still discussing it. It seems the Duke of England has other candidates..."
Lu Jiaxue pondered for a moment. With that incident, Yi Ning's marriage would undoubtedly be difficult, and Wei Ling's anxiety was understandable. In fact, it would be a good idea for Cheng Lang to marry Wei Yi Ning; marriages between these aristocratic families always strengthened relationships. He took out another piece of paper and wrote a few lines to Ye Yan: "Send this back to the capital to Cheng Lang and tell him that I support this marriage."
Ye Yan held the letter, stood at the door and waited for a moment, then suddenly said, "Sir, if Zeng Yingkun refuses to budge... why not just... " He made a beheading gesture, "That way, even if the lower part is tight, it will break. The Emperor has been worried about Zeng Yingkun for a long time, and he will definitely be happy to know."
"I don't even care about Zeng Yingkun." Lu Jiaxue put the brush away.
He suddenly remembered that he had never liked studying since childhood, preferring instead to learn martial arts from his master. When he was old enough to marry her, he practiced calligraphy while copying her dowry list, meticulously writing each stroke. Later, he even copied Buddhist scriptures for her. His handwriting was now elegant and sharp, rivaling that of an average scholar.
"Then you..." Ye Yan was a little confused.
"Wei Ling has an assistant." Lu Jiaxue sneered, "This guy is very powerful. He knows all the information about Datong."
"He secretly helped a lot with the Pingyuan Fort incident, even fooling my spies." Lu Jiaxue said coldly, "He's quite brave."
Ye Yan immediately asked, "Do you want me to find this person?"
Lu Jiaxue said, "No need, I know who it is." He continued, "Let's see what happens to him in the future before making a decision. This person will definitely have great fortune in the future."
Ye Yan nodded in agreement and then bowed and left.
Cheng Lang received the letter a day later.
The news that he wanted to marry Yining had not yet spread, but it was not surprising that Lu Jiaxue knew about him. There must be someone with Lu Jiaxue's support in the Duke of Ying's mansion.
After receiving the letter, he went to see Old Master Cheng and told him that he was going to get married. He couldn't let his mind go as long as Yi Ning was not married. As long as he married her, he could do whatever happened in the future.
Old Master Cheng was once the Chief Censor of the Censorate, but retired in his seventies to return home to live a healthy life. He now has many students and mentors, but his two sons are not up to par, and the eldest son was even forced by Governor Lu to marry a concubine. At the time, he thought Cheng Lang was very intelligent, and his sons were hopeless, so he ignored them. Now, the old man is idle at home, with nothing else to do. He just keeps raising birds and planting plants, and gives his grandson some political advice.
When he heard that Cheng Lang wanted to get married, Old Master Cheng, who was teasing thrush birds, was shocked: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Whose family is the girl from?"
"Grandson has made up his mind." Cheng Lang spoke to Old Master Cheng with some respect. "I want to marry my cousin Yining from the Duke of Yingguo Mansion. As long as you agree, we can discuss the marriage."
When Old Master Cheng heard about his choice, he said leisurely, "Lang'er, although you remember the old Duke of England as a relative, you can't make any decisions just for the Duke of England's mansion..."
Old Master Cheng knew about the palace banquet that day, and he was not very supportive of Yi Ning marrying in. The Cheng family had a clean record for generations, so avoiding disaster and pursuing good fortune was the most important thing.
Cheng Lang smiled bitterly and said, "Grandfather, I really like Yining. I don't want to marry anyone else except her."
Old Master Cheng didn't believe it at all and glanced at him sideways: "I don't know your personality, what's the point of being sincere or not!" After he finished speaking, he saw his grandson standing next to the Huanghuali antique display cabinet, a faint smile on his face, and said nothing. Old Master Cheng then became more serious. "Are you... serious?"
"Didn't you always think I couldn't settle down before? Now that I've finally settled down, why don't you believe me anymore?" Cheng Lang repeated, "Of course I'm sincere. I feel that the things I did before... really shouldn't have happened. If I had met her a few years earlier, I would never have done those ridiculous things."
If you can say something like this, you must be sincere.
Old Master Cheng sighed, "That's such a pity. I mentioned you to Lord Xie the other day when we were drinking. He was actually planning to recruit you as his granddaughter's son-in-law—his granddaughter Xie Yun, the one who often accompanied the Empress in the palace. You seem to have met her a few times, right? I think Xie Yun is quite good, a good match for you, both talented and beautiful. Didn't you like girls like Xie Yun?"
It turned out that he had a flirtatious streak, particularly liking aloof and aloof girls, but that was just a playful pursuit, seeking excitement. When he knew that Yi Ning was still alive, other women were just passing clouds to him, and he didn't care at all.
Cheng Lang said helplessly and restrainedly: "Please don't try to match me up with someone else. I've made up my mind now."
Seeing that he was sincere, Old Master Cheng laughed and said, "Okay...as long as you're happy! I think we should make it clear with Lord Xie, so that he doesn't come to discuss marriage."
Cheng Lang smiled slightly, with a hint of joy on his brows.
The sun was setting outside, and there were faint stars in the night sky.
Xie Yun had just returned from the Queen's Palace, having spent nearly half a month at her aunt's. She missed her grandfather dearly. She got off the carriage, changed her clothes, and went to pay her respects to her grandfather.
Her grandfather took her to school since she was a child.
It was already late, and Elder Xie was painting in his study. A long rosewood table was decorated with a white jade brush holder and a Duan inkstone. A blue and white porcelain vase held numerous scrolls, and the room lingered with the faint scent of ink.
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