The women of the Yang family were overjoyed. Shen Qiulan quickly ordered a maid to help her second daughter-in-law back to her room to rest, as the banquet had not yet started, it was not a problem.
With apologies, Lu Ningshuang leaned on the maid’s hand as she returned to her room.
Several close female relatives were happy for the Yang family, while other families were both envious and jealous—the Yang family indeed was prospering with many offspring.
It was known that many people had been married for two or three years without any news of childbirth, and yet the daughters-in-law of the Yang family almost all became pregnant within a few months of entering the family (Xiao Wanxue and Yang Chengrong got married early, and as her sister told her that having children early could harm Xiao Wanxue’s health, the couple postponed having children. Nangong Lingyan and Yang Chengxuan didn’t want children too early, while the other Yang daughters-in-law really did get pregnant within a few months of marriage)—how could others not feel jealous?
Of course, some astute ladies were pondering quietly.
The Yang family was in the Emperor’s good graces, and unless something unexpected happened, the Princess Chen was bound to be the Empress, mother of the nation. The Yang men were all married or engaged and were bound to one wife for life, clearly without hope for those seeking connections. However, the grandsons of the Yang family were eligible. The Princess Chen cared so much for her natal family that she would surely protect her nephews, and when the time came, their maternal families would benefit too.
Most importantly, the Yang family had a good family tradition. The elders were generous, and the sisters-in-law got along harmoniously. They also had a family rule that men could take concubines only after turning thirty without heirs, unless incapable of having children. Therefore, one could expect a lifetime of bliss and fulfillment. Grandparents who truly cared for their granddaughters naturally hoped for them to marry into the Yang family.
If Yang Mengchen knew that people were already considering her young nephews for marriage, she would surely not know whether to laugh or cry.
Ever since handing over Youming Palace and Saber Rattling Villa to Yang Chengxuan and Yang Chengyu, Weichi Kong and Old Master Shao had been travelling around the world. They rushed over when they heard of Yang Zongrun’s full-moon celebration and were now "battling" with their granddisciple.
The men in the front yard, upon hearing the two pieces of good news, broke into beaming smiles. Facing the crowd’s congratulations, the Yang men, the Ye family, and Father and Son of Marquis Xuanping were too happy to hide their grins.
Meanwhile, Yang Chenghong, after a brief moment of stupefaction, dashed back to his room to check on his wife, amusing everyone to laughter.
At that moment, Lady Hua quietly pulled Yang Mengchen to the side and, in a low voice, asked, "Jiujiu, what do you think of Old Hai’s granddaughter, Hai Ruofeng?"
"Gentle, graceful, and exceptionally talented, very good!" Yang Mengchen raised an eyebrow, suspecting Aunty Hua took a liking to Hai Ruofeng.
Lady Hua then asked, "Do you think Yuyu and Hai Ruofeng would be suitable for each other?"
"They are a match made in heaven!" Yang Mengchen answered candidly, "Aunty Hua had better ask Uncle Hua’s opinion; after all, it concerns his lifelong happiness. It must be good for Uncle Hua to feel it’s good."
"I have asked Yuyu, and he did not object," said Lady Hua, trusting Jiujiu’s judgment that the two were suitable, "I plan to propose to the Hai family in a few days."
Yang Mengchen knew about Hua Ziyu’s deep affection and loyalty to her. Now that Hua Ziyu was willing to get married, it at least showed he had superficially let go. Hua Ziyu was a man of responsibility, and since he was getting married, he would treat and protect his wife with respect. Moreover, Hai Ruofeng was clever and bright; as long as she put heart into managing their marriage, Yang Mengchen believed they would find happiness over time.
"Great! I’ll also quickly prepare a congratulatory gift, ensuring Uncle Hua’s satisfaction."
"That’s the spirit," Lady Hua said in a teasing low voice, "Jiujiu, you might not know, ever since you gifted those two calligraphy pieces to your Uncle Hua, he spends every day in his study admiring them, afraid someone will steal them away. Hehehe!"
Smiling, Yang Mengchen replied, "If Uncle Hua likes them, I will paint a few more for him when I have time."
"Oh, he will surely be so delighted, he won’t be able to sleep," joked Lady Hua.
The two shared a knowing smile before returning to the circle of women.
After dinner, Long Xuanmo and Yang Mengchen returned to their bedroom in the Prince Mansion. Suddenly a bird flew in, perched on Yang Mengchen’s shoulder, chirped for a while, and, upon receiving an order from Yang Mengchen, flew away.
With just Long Xuanmo, Yang Mengchen, and Hai Tang in the room, Yang Mengchen said, "Qi Zonghao is indeed avoiding others and is sneaking back to The Capital with two guards; moreover, he’s secretly arranging for more people to come." A hint of mockery crossed her lips.
"Courting death!" Long Xuanmo’s expression turned deathly cold, "Qi Zonghao sneaking back to The Capital must be for Ah Jiu, he deserves to die!" ƒгeewebnovёl_com
"Let’s not get angry over irrelevant people," Yang Mengchen soothed with a gentle voice, "We just need to have people guard the city gates. Once Qi Zonghao’s whereabouts are discovered, keep close surveillance. Then, we can ensure he and his people will come, but never leave." She said to Hai Tang, "Send a message to Qi Zongyu, we’ll help him eliminate Qi Zonghao, and he can take care of the aftermath."
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