In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, after the court session had ended, Kangxi picked up a memorial, glanced at it twice, and put it down. He asked Li Dequan beside him, "What is the Fourth Prince so busy doing, jumping around like this? The Eighth and Ninety-Thirteenth Princes are also like they've lost their souls. They're all a handful."
"Well, how about I go and investigate?" Li Dequan asked for instructions.
Kangxi nodded. "Find out the truth. Also, Zheng Yong has finished his mission but has disappeared. Summon him back immediately; I have something I need him to do."
"twitter."
When the Fourth Prince returned to the mansion, Lady Nara came to greet him.
"No rush. I'm going to the study later. I paid my respects to Mother today, and she asked about the palace maids that were bestowed upon me last time. I was so busy that I forgot. Consort, please arrange for them to serve tea sometime. On the fifteenth of next month, I'll take them to the palace."
Nara's outstretched hand froze. The people bestowed by Consort De, Qingyin and Anlan, had never been mentioned by the master, and she hadn't taken it seriously either, arranging for the two to live in the courtyard.
Offering tea is a way of establishing a formal relationship.
A bitter feeling welled up inside her, her heart was bleeding, but she smiled gently and sweetly, "I know, I'll arrange it tomorrow."
Yinzhen hummed in agreement, pretending not to see the forced look on his wife's face.
After the couple finished their meal, Yinzhen said that he would come over in the evening. Nala's expression changed slightly, and she asked Liu Mama, "Did I hear that right? He said he was coming over."
Granny Liu said with a smile, "That's right, should the Princess Consort make preparations early? I heard that the Seventh Princess Consort is pregnant. If she gives birth to a son, she will be the first among the primary princess consorts to have a son. Among all the princes, the Prince is the one who gives the primary princess consort the most face. Princess Consort, your good fortune is yet to come."
She actually wanted to advise the Fujin to be more lenient and also to remind her not to spend all her time fighting with the concubines in the backyard, but to pay more attention to the masters. If the masters are happy, they will naturally value the Fujin more.
The master is very clear-headed. He always gives his wife face when she needs it. The only time he didn't visit her on the fifteenth of the month, he later made amends.
Unlike the Seventh Prince, who doted on his concubine, the Seventh Prince's wife paid him no heed and rarely served him. Yet, he continued to have sons one after another, living a life of ease and good fortune.
Even if a concubine is favored, what use is it if she has no children? When she grows old and loses her beauty, and has no children to rely on, her hard days will begin.
The princess must seize the opportunity and try her best to give birth to another son. Granny Liu tried her best to hint at this, but it is unknown whether the princess listened.
"Granny, go and find out how Nian's pregnancy is going," Nala instructed calmly.
Granny Liu's forehead twitched slightly. Well, she had said it all for nothing.
In the Weifang Courtyard, Lady Nian served tea to Yinzhen.
Yinzhen took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to her. "This is a letter from your brother, sent by someone. He also sent a box of gifts. He's doing a good job over there and should be back in a month. Then you'll be able to see him."
"Thank you, my lord. My brother has always been kind to me. Besides you, I worry about my brother the most. He can work day and night for official business without caring about his health at all. I'm afraid he'll ruin his health too soon, and then what will he have to offer you in the future?"
After speaking softly, Lady Nian did not immediately open the letter. Instead, she leaned against Yinzhen and shyly continued, "My heart and soul belong to you, Master. Please don't be jealous."
Yinzhen gave a faint "hmm," took her hand in his palm, his mind blank, and the room fell silent.
Lady Nian leaned against the wall for a while, her mind preoccupied with the letter from home. She got up, picked up the letter, and went into the inner room to read it, not coming out for quite some time.
Yinzhen sat for a while, then suddenly felt bored. He took off his hat and went to the study without saying a word to Lady Nian.
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In a small town, having resolved a major concern, Nan Yi wanted to celebrate properly. She and Zheng Yong ran to the nearest town, went into a small tavern, and ate hot pot around the stove. Since they had similar tastes and both loved mutton, they finished off several large bowls of meat.
While eating and chatting, he said, "Brother Yong, who is Yuan Qingyi? He seems pretty impressive."
Zheng Yong scooped up a spoonful of meat and put it into the bowl, saying, "I don't know the specifics. He appeared in the martial arts world ten years ago and became famous for his Green Leaf Sword. Yuan Qingyi is highly skilled in martial arts but has a bad reputation. As long as you can afford the money, there's no task he wouldn't dare to take."
"Such a dangerous person, so getting rid of him is a great deed I did," Nan Yi said, after a moment of surprise.
"Of course, eat more, don't feel guilty."
Nan Yi wasn't feeling guilty; she was worried about something else. It was fine for Yuan Qingyi to travel the world alone, but if she came from an assassin organization, she would be in trouble.
With this worry in mind, she mentioned it to Zheng Yong, who shook his head and said, "I've never heard of him having any organization. Yuan Qingyi always works alone. Don't worry for now. I'll look into the rest for you."
That's the only way.
The two men were sweating profusely after eating the hot pot. After paying the bill and leaving the tavern, they wanted to find a place to stay.
Zheng Yong had a few drinks. He was handsome, and the alcohol made his skin appear even whiter and his lips redder. When drunk, his eyes were hazy and his gaze was full of charm. When he walked down the street, all the young women and wives on the street blushed and their hearts raced.
Nan Yi wasn't much better; she had just disguised herself and wasn't as outstanding as Zheng Yong.
They searched for an inn together. As they passed the entrance of the Sihai Inn, Zheng Yong accidentally bumped into a richly dressed young man. The man stumbled and almost fell, and immediately became furious.
The elegantly dressed young man raised his hand, caught a glimpse of Zheng Yong's handsome face, and instantly became infatuated. His anger turned into a smile, and his words became even more flippant, "Oh, where did this young master come from? Such a handsome appearance. My name is Ning Hao. May I ask your name, young master? Would you be willing to be my friend?"
Nan Yi leaned against Zheng Yong's back. She was also slightly drunk. She raised her head and glanced at the richly dressed young man, saying with dissatisfaction, "Brother Yong, where did he come from? He's so noisy."
"Hmm, shut up, get out of here." Zheng Yong, slightly drunk, pushed aside the richly dressed young man and pulled Nan Yi into the inn.
The elegantly dressed young man refused to comply, spreading his arms to block them. He stared at the two men with ill intent, his gaze lewd and wicked, clearly plotting something sinister.
Nan Yi was startled by those eyes, sobering up a bit. She glared back coldly and shouted, "Insolence! Get out of here! Believe me or not, I'll gouge your eyes out!"
"Hey, the little girl's still angry, but I like it." He teased her recklessly, then reached out to grope her.
Nan Yi raised his fist and smashed it into the man's face. The richly dressed young man cried out in pain as blood streamed from his nose. He then flew into a rage, "You, you dare to hit me!"
"So what if I hit you?" Nan Yi raised his chin and sneered. He wanted to molest her, but he didn't even consider who he was dealing with.
The elegantly dressed young man, his face filled with ruthlessness, uttered a harsh threat, pointing a finger at Nan Yi, "Fine, you just wait, I'll make you pay."
Nan Yi nodded indifferently, "Okay, I'll wait. You'd better hurry up and teach me a lesson."
Zheng Yong was still clapping from behind, "Well done! How dare they disrespect their master! They're courting death!"
Nan Yi, having chased away the thugs, looked quite pleased with herself. She floated into the Sihai Inn with Zheng Yong and booked two guest rooms to sleep.
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