Chapter 268: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seems to want to reconcile with his second brother
Xie Shian had a sour face and wanted to drive Wen Rulei away from Wen Xingluo, but as soon as he got close, he heard what he said.
He looked at Wen Xingluo hesitantly.
Wen Xingluo looked up and stared at Wen Rulei.
The young man in front of him was tall and strong but in a disheveled state, with a look of deep longing in his eyes.
But for some reason, perhaps because her cousin told her about the bullying by the Wen brothers and sisters, or perhaps because she hated this face from the bottom of her heart, she did not feel the slightest bit of closeness towards this so-called third brother.
She chuckled, "I don't like you either. I really, really don't like you. Can you please stop appearing in front of me as my brother?"
Wen Rulei was shocked.
After hearing this answer, Xie Shian's irritated mood caused by Xie Zan seemed to be quietly soothed by a gentle spring breeze, leaving only gentle warmth.
He grabbed Wen Rulei and said, "Get lost! Stop hanging around in front of my sister! We, the Zhenbei Palace, and Ningning are one family!"
Wen Rulei staggered and almost fell to the ground.
With red eyes, he looked deeply at Wen Xingluo and left the imperial garden in silence.
From a distance, Xie Zhe had a full view of what the few people were doing.
He said, "Si Si, as a mother, why wouldn't you feel sympathy for Wen Rulei? I've observed that all the concubines in the palace love their princes dearly. Si Si once said she came to the capital to seek a future for her children. Could she be lying to me?"
Wei Si clearly felt the murderous aura surging from him.
Thank you...
His mother died early, and he was raised by his stepmother since childhood. He watched his stepmother love his younger brother every day, but he himself suffered a lot and grew up struggling, so he developed an obsession with his "mother".
He sees every injured child in the world as himself.
Wei Si said softly, "Although I don't love them, I want to be responsible for their future. Your Majesty, not every child in this world deserves a mother's love."
Xie Zhe narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean by that?"
"Your Majesty, you must not know what kind of life I led in the past." Wei Si looked at Wen Rulei, her eyes calm. "These children were all born out of wedlock. Back then, I wanted to throw them to death. How could I have loved them?"
"But Si Si seems to be particularly fond of Wen Xingluo."
"Because she deserves it." Wei Si's beautiful phoenix eyes softened when she mentioned Wen Xingluo. "Those children are as cold-blooded as their father, only knowing how to take and complain. But Ningning is different. Ningning not only confessed to me, but also avenged me. Ningning is not Wen Qingsong's daughter, she is the apple of my eye."
Wei Si raised her hand and gently placed it on the back of Xie Zhe's hand. "The Empress Dowager was murdered by a traitor. For her sake, you swung the sword at your father and stepmother. I do not consider this unfilial. On the contrary, I consider it the truest filial piety. Your Majesty is as brave as Ningning. If the Empress Dowager were still alive, she would surely love Your Majesty as much as I love Ningning."
After Xie Zhe ascended the throne, he only posthumously conferred the title of empress dowager on his mother, but did not confer the title on his father. This move was criticized by many old ministers who followed him from Jianye, but Xie Zhe never gave in.
Wei Si guessed what he was thinking before she said this.
Xie Zhe clutched the Buddhist beads.
When he reached middle age, even though he held a high position and took good care of himself, fine lines still appeared at the corners of his eyes, his appetite began to decrease, and he no longer walked with the gust of wind like when he was young.
Over the years, he often dreamed of the Jianye City of his childhood.
He couldn't help but wonder if he had been too cruel to his father, if his hands were stained with the blood of his father, stepmother, and younger brother, if he had sinned too deeply, and if he needed to practice Buddhism to atone for his sins.
After hearing Wei Si's words today, the shackles that had been locked in his heart seemed to be suddenly opened, and his heavy heart suddenly felt lighter.
He looked at Wen Xingluo.
He was not completely unaware of what was happening in Chengdu.
Wen Qingsong was imprisoned because of Wen Xingluo.
The officials who bullied Wei Si in the past were beheaded overnight, which was also the work of Wen Xingluo.
There was a hint of admiration in Xie Zhe's eyes, as if the setting golden crow saw the rising stars.
He said, "Si Si's youngest daughter is more like me than all my princesses."
He suddenly summoned Sun Zuosi and said, "I hereby convey my decree. The youngest daughter of our family is intelligent, filial, fraternal, gentle, and wise. She has elegantly followed the example of a proper boudoir and is able to observe the sincerity of history and history. Her name shall be changed to Wei Ning, and she shall be granted the title of Princess An Ning, and shall be given a hundred pieces of silk and a thousand taels of gold."
Sun Zuosi was stunned for a moment, then hurried to convey the order.
Wen Xingluo accepted the imperial edict in confusion, not understanding why she was named a princess just because her fourth brother and Wen Rulei had a fight.
She actually doesn't care about the princess.
She is about to rebel, so what's the point of becoming a princess?
Wen Yueyin's face turned black as she grabbed Sun Zuosi and asked, "Where's the other imperial decree?!"
Sun Zuosi was puzzled, "No more!"
"How could there not be one?!" Wen Yueyin's voice was tinged with tears. "I am the eldest daughter of the Wen family, and my eldest brother is the eldest son of the Wen family. Neither of us has been given a title, so why is my younger sister given the title of Princess?! You must be mistaken!"
Sun Zuosi was annoyed by her and pulled his sleeves hard, "If you don't believe me, you can go and ask His Majesty directly why you are pestering us..."
In addition to Wen Yueyin, Concubine Zhang not far away also had a look of unwillingness on her face.
She didn't understand why Wei Si could get His Majesty to confer the title of Princess on Wen Xingluo with just a few words.
Fortunately, Wei Si and Your Majesty have no children.
otherwise……
Wouldn't that mean he would snatch away her son's throne as crown prince?
Xie Xuchi didn't have any special feelings about this matter.
He stood up and bowed to Xie Zhe, "In the second round, I would like to compete with A Yan."
Thank you for your permission.
Xie Shian was worried, "Second brother?"
Xie Guanlan said to Xie Yanchen, "I'll go in your place."
Xie Yanchen shook his head, "There are some things I need to solve on my own."
He climbed onto the platform calmly.
Wen Xingluo was holding the imperial edict. Seeing that Wen Yueyin was still going crazy for the position of princess, he was afraid that she would hurt herself, so he quietly went to Xie Guanlan.
She sat down next to Xie Guanlan and asked quietly, "Is there any conflict between Second Brother and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"
Xie Guanlan signaled the palace maid to change her drink to almond tea, and recounted the story of how Xie Yanchen came to the capital as a hostage for him when he was young.
Wen Xingluo looked at the two people on the platform. "So, they are old friends who have parted ways? It seems to me that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to reconcile with Second Brother."
"What are you two whispering about?" Xie Shian squeezed in between the two of them, "Make room for me. Ningning just mentioned reconciliation. What, you two want to reconcile?"
He looked at Xie Guanlan curiously, but Xie Guanlan ignored him.
He looked at Wen Xingluo again, but Wen Xingluo coughed lightly and ignored him.
At this time, on the high platform.
Xie Xuchi said softly, "Ah Yan, today we're just going to spar."
Xie Yanchen withdrew his gaze from Xie Guanlan and the other two, and when he looked at Xie Xuchi again, he seemed to have gained some kind of energy, and most of his previous fear disappeared.
He said seriously, "Prince, please."
"Prince..."
Xie Xuchi savored the word.
When they were children, Xie Yanchen had never been so unfamiliar with him.
They were best friends in the Imperial College. During their childhood, they always did homework together, hand-painted the map of the Great Zhou together, and imagined what kind of girl they would marry in the future in the light and shadow of spring.
They agreed to be the best king and minister.
Xie Yanchen would never call him His Highness.
He always called him Achi with a smile.
Even in the ugly moments of his illness, even when everyone avoided him, he would come to him and call him Achi with concern.
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