"Your Highness, the person Miss Xu brought has woken up."
Li Jian stood behind Long Er, clasped his hands in a salute, and then spoke.
Xu Qiushui saved someone on her way to participate in the imperial merchant election. Instead of taking him to the Prince's Mansion, she went directly to a clinic for treatment, and he only woke up today.
“If he’s awake, he’s awake. If he’s suffering, give him some money to get rid of him. If he’s been wronged, send him to Chen Chengjing. He’s the best at picking people up for his own family.”
Long'er held a book in her hands, which was a record of events that happened in the previous dynasty. Tingche had gone to great lengths to get it for her.
"Your Highness, that person is connected to the former Crown Prince's affairs. He himself said that he was a witness when the former Crown Prince and Crown Princess went to lead people to find explosives."
"Witnesses? Weren't they all dead back then?" Long'er asked, her brows furrowed slightly.
After the incident, some people thought about exonerating the crown prince, but all the people who participated in the sacrifice that year were dead and could not be found, so the matter was dropped.
Therefore, the emperor accused the two of crimes, using the sacrifice as leverage to coerce the emperor into abdicating.
Whether it's true or not is not important; what matters is that whoever is in power can write the facts.
The sword shook its head.
"I don't know, this person was talking to Miss Xu."
Long'er put down her book and sighed. So what if there are witnesses?
Without physical evidence, the case cannot be overturned.
Overturning the verdict means getting the current emperor to admit what he did back then, something he absolutely cannot admit to.
"Protect him and arrange for Tingche to meet with him," the girl instructed.
"yes."
Just as Li Jian was about to leave, he heard Long Er continue speaking.
"Send ten people from Zhanchen Tower."
Huo Xiaolong refused to believe that ten people couldn't protect one person.
"Little Grass," Long'er called out to the door.
"Your Highness."
The young woman pushed open the door and entered, bowing in greeting.
"Go tell my mom this news, and have her go with Tingche."
"yes."
No sooner had the little grass left than the sharp sword circled back, looking at Long'er with a puzzled expression.
"Your Highness, the Marquis of the Southwest is not in the manor. The servants in his courtyard said that he went to the palace."
What was he going to the palace for?
The girl was a little angry, but more worried. Unable to control her temper, she slammed her right hand on the table, causing it to fall over.
After returning to the capital, Lan Tingche only went into the palace once with me and rarely went to the emperor's presence, for fear that the emperor might take a dislike to him and kill him.
He went to the palace without any prior notice.
"Guards! Prepare the horses! We're going to the palace!"
"yes."
This time, Cen Ang didn't need to search anymore; the woman followed Long'er directly into the palace.
Now that we're finally back in the capital, I'm going to the palace more often than I'm attending court.
On Lan Tingche's side, it was unusual that the person who summoned him to the palace was not the Emperor, but the Empress Dowager.
It should be said that the decree arrived yesterday, but Lan Tingche didn't tell Huo Xiaolong, or rather, he never intended to show it to her.
"Marquis of the Southwest, yesterday my decree clearly summoned the Prince of Zhenbei to the palace to learn etiquette, how come you've reversed it?"
The old woman watched as her dignified subordinate leisurely sipped his tea, occasionally smoothing his hair, and then she questioned him.
“How could Tingche dare disobey the Empress Dowager’s decree? But Long’er is busy with official duties, so let’s postpone the matter of him going to the palace to learn etiquette.”
Lan Tingche smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, but there was no sign of submission in his gaze.
The man was dressed in a blue robe today, which made him appear calm and composed. He wore a rather ugly belt around his waist, which looked like it had been sewn for him by a girl who was only four or five years old and had just started learning embroidery.
Unfortunately, she is good-looking and has a very unique appearance.
“The Prince of Zhenbei grew up in the border town and is a bit too wild. I’m doing this for your own good. Whether you marry into the family or marry into the family, you will eventually spend your life with her. It’s just that his temperament… he still needs to be tempered.”
The Empress Dowager rested her hands on the chair, her face full of loving concern for Lan Tingche.
Although Huo Xiaolong did not inherit Cen Ang's ability to navigate social situations, he has Lan Tingche, and judging from him, Cen Ang's skills have not been lost.
"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty. But Long'er is a prince after all. If we go further ahead, after I marry into the family, I will be the Princess Consort of Zhenbei. She has no right to worry about the rules. That's why I came in today to learn some etiquette so that we can live together in harmony for a long time."
The Empress Dowager was speechless after being rebuked by Lan Tingche.
The Emperor had heard about the poisoning incident, but he did nothing about it. He didn't even care when his own mother was being bullied at home.
The Empress Dowager then stopped relying on him.
The Emperor said that this matter was beyond his control and instructed his own mother to properly manage the people in her palace.
Helpless, the old woman could only use the royal methods to control Huo Xiaolong, but who knew that he hadn't even seen the imperial edict, and the one who entered the palace was the Marquis of the Southwest!
"Since that's the case, you should study hard here and serve the Prince of Zhenbei well in the future."
The Empress Dowager's words were barbed, as if she wanted Lan Tingche to know that he would be forever overshadowed by Huo Xiaolong.
The plan was sound, but the person was wrong.
"Yes, Tingche will certainly obey the imperial decree."
The Empress Dowager waved her sleeve and left her seat. Several elderly nannies entered from outside the door; they looked like the kind who could torment people.
When the old women came in and saw that the person sitting in the chair drinking tea was a man, they were at a loss as to what to do. The head maid standing above them gave them a wink and then spoke.
"This is our Southwest Marquis, who will be marrying into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion soon. You lot must teach our future Zhenbei Prince's Consort the proper etiquette. If the Prince is dissatisfied with anything, he will hold you responsible!"
Lan Tingche remained motionless, while the group of old women buzzed in his ears.
It's nothing more than things like serving tea, serving one's parents-in-law, and so on.
"The princess should manage all matters, big and small, within the prince's residence. Not only that, she should also pay her respects to her parents-in-law morning and evening, and be attentive to the prince after he returns home from court, yet she should not disturb the prince's time for handling official business."
"Moreover, it is better for the princess to make the prince's personal clothing, including his shoes, so as to prove the princess's love and care for the prince."
Upon hearing this, Lan Tingche's ears turned slightly red, as if he had thought of something.
I usually make clothes for Long'er, but I've never made her any undergarments before. Just thinking about it makes me feel shy.
“That’s fine. I’ll pay more attention to it in the future,” Lan Tingche said.
"Then let the Marquis of the Southwest learn acupuncture with us today. As for etiquette, we need to ask the Ministry of Rites what etiquette a man who marries into the family should learn."
"Thank you for your hard work, Granny."
Several old women stood in front of Lan Tingche, and they did indeed look quite intimidating.
They thought that the Marquis of the Southwest had never touched a needle and thread before, and that even if he pricked his fingers a few times, it would be enough to get by. But the moment Lan Tingche picked up the needle and thread, the old women realized that something was wrong.
"What needlework techniques does the nanny usually know? What kind of embroidery is she particularly skilled at?"
The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair wrists, and skillfully threaded a needle. Then he asked:
"In response to the Marquis of the Southwest, we usually make Suzhou embroidery, which uses the stitching techniques from the Jiangnan region."
"Then, nanny, please give me a sample first, so I can see what kind of embroidery I should make for the prince in the future."
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