Chapter 24 I will personally decide your marriage
Wen Xingluo looked at him calmly: "I wonder what my daughter did wrong?"
"What's wrong with that?!" Wen Qingsong threw down his brush with a stern face. "Let me ask you, what did your father say to you the night before you went to the Zhenbei Palace?!"
"Father told me to mention you more in front of the King of Zhenbei and tell him more about your political achievements so that he can promote you and help your career."
"Did you manage to do it?!"
Wen Xingluo was silent.
First of all, she didn't think Wen Qingsong had any political achievements to speak of.
Secondly, she didn't want to contribute to Wen Qingsong's career.
Their father-daughter relationship disappeared completely when her father killed her in her previous life.
I used to feel that my father was very pitiful because he was abandoned by my mother.
However, it was not until she went to the capital in her previous life and her father confided his true feelings after getting drunk that she realized that her mother did not abandon her husband and children for fame and fortune, but that her father had drugged her mother and sent her to the bed of the King of Zhenbei purely for his own future.
Wen Qingsong is selfish and despicable in his bones.
He is not worthy of being a husband or a father. He is just a complete villain who is eager for quick success and instant benefits.
Wen Xingluo concealed the contempt in her almond-shaped eyes and said softly, "Father, you don't know that I've only just established myself in the palace. If I rashly mention you in front of the prince, I'm afraid it will only arouse his disgust. If that happens, it will backfire and damage your father's future."
The girl's love is sincere.
Wen Qingsong frowned and twirled his mustache: "What you said makes sense..."
"Why not take it slow and steady?" Wen Xingluo said softly, "Once I'm fully established in the palace, I'll definitely help you find a good future. I'll let you experience what it's like to be a high-ranking official. I'm a man of immense talent and accomplishments, but I've been confined to the humble position of county magistrate simply because I've lacked the opportunity. A fish in a pond shouldn't be confined to a distant land. You were meant to rise to prominence and wield great power."
The girl's sweet words were extremely bewitching.
Wen Qingsong was moved by her, and smiled with satisfaction: "You are a filial son."
Wen Xingluo came out of the study and glanced back at his father's vague figure behind the window.
Just wait patiently.
Even when she grows old and dies, she will never mention him in front of King Zhenbei.
During lunch, Wen Ruyun sat down and raised his glass: "Xingluo, we are siblings after all, blood is thicker than water. I declare that I will let bygones be bygones. This glass of wine is a toast to you and your bright future."
Wen Xingluo looked normal.
Among his three brothers, Wen Ruyun is the most stingy and the most concerned about face.
She didn't believe he would reconcile with her.
His eyes fell on Wen Yueyin, who was smiling softly, as if she was expecting something.
Wen Rulei winked at Wen Yueyin and raised his two thumbs mockingly, one pointing at his aunt's son and the other at her, then put the two thumbs together meaningfully.
Wen Xingluo had some guesses in his heart.
Wen Ruyun finished his drink and said meaningfully, "As the saying goes, men should marry when they are old enough, and women should marry when they are old enough. Our Xingluo is a grown-up girl now. She will be coming of age next year, so it's time to actively consider marriage."
Girls in the Great Zhou Kingdom came of age at the age of sixteen. Most families would look for marriage partners one or two years in advance. If they were daughters of powerful families, they would be loved and doted on by their elders, and would often be allowed to stay at home for two more years.
Facing Wen Ruyun's urging for marriage, Wen Xingluo said, "Marriage is a matter of parents' orders and matchmakers' words. Xingluo dare not make any rash comments."
"We're all family here, why are you embarrassed?" Wen Ruyun put a piece of meat into her bowl. "In my opinion, your cousin Zhao Liang is very good. Although he's not smart, he's honest and he's my aunt's only son. If you marry him, our two families will be even closer! When you marry him, my aunt will definitely love you very much, and there won't be any conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law."
There was a moment of silence at the dinner table.
Zhao Liang was in a daze, completely unaware of what they were talking about. He just held the roast chicken and ate it with relish, his mouth full of oil.
Aunt Wen's eyes rolled around, perhaps thinking of the Zhenbei Palace behind Wen Xingluo, and she couldn't help but look at her expectantly.
Wen Xingluo didn't touch the piece of meat that Wen Ruyun had picked up from the bowl, and remained warm and kind: "Second brother, what you said is inappropriate. My brothers are not married yet, and my sister has never married yet, so why do you want to arrange a marriage for me first?"
Wen Rulei grinned, "Aren't we just concerned about you? Wen Xingluo, please don't be ungrateful!"
"But you always taught me that my sister has always been frail and sickly, so any good things should go to her first. Since this marriage is so good, I should give it to my sister."
Wen Ruyun's expression darkened: "Wen Xingluo!"
Wen Xingluo lowered his eyes and smiled.
Look, my second brother himself knows that this marriage is a complete disaster.
He was reluctant to let his sister suffer a little, but wanted to push her into the fire pit.
She put down her chopsticks and looked at Wen Qingsong who was sitting above her with grievance: "Dad, do you also want me to marry my cousin? But I still want to mention Dad more in front of King Zhenbei. If I get engaged and get married, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to speak well of Dad in the future. What about Dad's career..."
Wen Qingsong was originally considering this marriage.
Letting Wen Xingluo marry his mentally retarded nephew and serve him for the rest of his life would also be a way to fulfill the brother-sister relationship between him and his sister.
But when Wen Xingluo mentioned his career, Wen Qingsong made a choice between brotherly love and his career without much thought.
He said sternly, "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping. Just eat your meal. Why are you nagging me?! I have my own plans for Xingluo's marriage, and you are not allowed to mention it again!"
Wen Xingluo took in the anger on Wen Ruyun's face and curled his lips slightly.
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What happened in the Wen family was quickly reported to the old concubine by the maid brought by Wen Xingluo.
The old man was furious: "They want to marry you off to a fool?!"
Before the end of the first lunar month, a thin layer of frost condensed on the Li-shell windows in the early morning, and beautiful red paper-cuts were pasted on them. The tea table was filled with gold-plated fruit plates filled with dried fruits, sugar cubes and dried meats.
Wen Xingluo was sitting on the rosewood chair by the window, practicing calligraphy.
Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Fortunately, my father didn't agree."
The old man sneered.
If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault.
Since Wen Qingsong could raise the three brothers of the Wen family to have such moral character, I’m afraid he is not a good person either.
However, she couldn't belittle Wen Qingsong too much in front of other people's children, so she just said: "I will send someone to tell the Wen family that I will personally decide your marriage."
"What marriage?"
Xie Guanlan happened to come over to pay his respects. He took off his cloak and handed it to the maid while asking casually.
The old concubine briefly recounted the affairs of the Wen family and suddenly asked, "By the way, are there any young men of marriageable age in Ziheng's office? I remember you have several close friends in the army who are of high social status and both talented and handsome."
Xie Guanlan paused.
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