Old Madam Wei was furious at her behavior. She had seen the marriage plan coming up early. She refused to cooperate, and Old Madam Wei was so angry that she threw her bracelet on the small table: "What do you want?"
Zhao Mingzhu knelt down and said, "Grandmother, if you want me to marry that scholar, I would rather stay by your side and serve you for the rest of my life, living a life of seclusion and devotion."
"You're just being ridiculous! When a girl grows up, how can she not get married? Your sister Yining is already married, and if you get married too, you two sisters can support each other in the future. How can that be good?" Old Lady Wei watched her grow up and loved her the most. Now seeing her like this, she felt so disappointed.
Yi Ning could stay in the Duke of Yingguo's mansion forever because Wei Ling was her father, and the Duke of Yingguo's mansion was Yi Ning's home. What about Mingzhu? If she went there, would Wei Ling protect her? Wei Ling would marry soon, so how would his new wife treat her? When Wei Ting grew up, would he tolerate her staying in the mansion since they had no blood relationship?
She considered the child in everything, but she was extremely stubborn.
Wei Ling was drinking tea without saying anything.
In reality, men are much calmer than women in this matter. Zhao Mingzhu is not related to him by blood, and although she grew up under his watch, he doesn't care much about her. But Yining is his biological daughter, so he cares deeply about her. Old Lady Wei has raised Mingzhu for so long that she has developed feelings for her and can no longer distinguish between close and distant relatives.
Seeing that the old lady was really angry, he raised his hand and said, "Mother, since Mingzhu doesn't want to do it, don't ignore her wishes. You know that a forced melon will not be sweet."
Old Mrs. Wei was so angry that her heart ached. She leaned against her Zhangfu cushion and sighed, "Just a few days ago, your mother came to me and begged me to find you a good marriage. Your father is now a dying man, and your brothers have no future. If you don't find a good marriage, your family will not be able to support you. Your mother said that if you get married, she will save up a complete set of gold headwear for you..."
Hearing that the timid woman who had often made her clothes had saved up enough to buy her a set of gold headgear, Zhao Mingzhu felt a complex emotion. She had always relied solely on her for money, and whenever she came to see her, she would deliberately wear new clothes, the creases visible. It was precisely because of her mother's humbleness that she didn't want to live this kind of life.
Wei Ling sneered. He understood why Zhao Mingzhu looked down on a mere scholar. She came from the Duke of Yingguo's mansion, and her vision had been narrowed. She probably looked down on even a Juren.
"Since Mingzhu is unwilling, I do have a solution." Wei Ling said slowly, "The emperor has been on the throne for two years, and the harem is empty. If Mingzhu despises ordinary wealth, how about the overwhelming wealth of the royal family?"
Mrs. Wei was very surprised when she heard this, and her first reaction was no. "How can she get to that place?" It was a dangerous place, and if she was not careful, she would be killed.
"As long as I'm here, I will naturally protect her." Wei Ling wanted to insert someone into the emperor's side. Zhao Mingzhu was beautiful and grew up in the Duke of England's mansion. She was an excellent candidate.
"It's not certain that I'll be chosen. The Emperor will have to make a final decision after submitting the invitation. But I've already inquired about it. If your name is circled and left, you'll be granted the position of Consort."
Old Mrs. Wei felt that this would harm Mingzhu and firmly disagreed.
Mingzhu remained silent after hearing this.
She thought of Wei Yi and her son who looked down on her.
At the time, the Emperor was in his prime, only in his early thirties. If she could serve him, she would have the opportunity to rise to a higher position in the future, and no one would look down on her anymore. Moreover, she would be extremely wealthy. This opportunity was truly rare, and Wei Ling was willing to protect her.
If she agreed, she would leave the Duke of Yingguo's mansion. Wei Ling would not ignore her in the future.
She really wanted to agree.
Wei Ling could see the hesitation between the two and chuckled as he sipped his tea. No matter what, his mother subconsciously felt that Mingzhu was more important. She hadn't been this nervous when Yi Ning was nearly betrothed. He had been thinking about this for a long time, just looking for the right moment to bring it up.
At this time, a servant from the front yard came with a message saying that Luo Shenyuan was coming to visit him.
How could Wei Ling not see the Minister's son-in-law? He asked the two to think it over carefully, then changed his clothes and went to the front hall to meet Luo Shenyuan.
He saw Luo Shenyuan drinking tea in the flower hall from afar.
He was a little different today. Perhaps Luo Shenyuan had acted relatively gentle in his presence, but now he exuded a sense of sharpness, a fierce aura unrestrained. The phalanges of the hand resting on the armrest jutted out. He remembered that his son-in-law had a broken palm, a condition well-suited to martial arts, as striking was incredibly painful. But he was a scholar.
Wei Ling didn't know why he came. He coughed and asked, "Hasn't my girl come back with you yet?" Then he looked outside.
After his daughter got married, the house became much quieter. The boudoir he had carefully decorated for her was no longer occupied. The only lively thing was the little cockatoo she had left him before she got married. How could it not be lively? The little cockatoo kept making strange noises all day long, which was so annoying that Wei Ling almost wanted to slap it to death.
He looked forward to Yining coming back to her parents' home day and night, and it would be best if she could stay there for a month or so at a time.
Luo Shenyuan sighed slightly: "I came here this time just to tell you about Yining." He told the story of Yining being held hostage.
After hearing this, Wei Ling gradually became serious. He gripped the armrest and gritted his teeth, saying, "Do you know who it is?"
How dare they kidnap his daughter! Did they think there was no one left in the Duke of Ying's mansion?
"Lu Jiaxue." Luo Shenyuan's tone was very flat.
Wei Ling almost thought he had heard it wrong: "Lu Jiaxue, Lord Ningyuan?" He was very surprised, how could it be Lu Jiaxue!
"Do you think there is another Lu Jiaxue?"
Wei Ling waved his hands. He didn't understand why Lu Jiaxue had kidnapped Yining. For someone in his position, Yining was of no use at all.
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