The Lin family is in complete chaos.
"Father! I don't believe it. Uncle Nanrong has already agreed to my marriage with Brother Jinghua. How could he change his mind so easily?"
“Daughter, this matter is settled. There’s nothing you can do if you don’t believe it. Just consider it as you and Jinghua not being destined for each other. Don’t mention this matter again.”
Lin's father patiently tried to persuade her, knowing full well that his daughter had always had feelings for Jinghua.
He was initially pleased with the outcome, thinking it was a matter between the two families, but now that the Emperor has intervened,
The Lin family can't possibly compete with the imperial family for a consort; they'd lose more heads than they could possibly.
But he couldn't say these words to Zijing; if he did, his daughter might...
They should publicize this matter so that everyone knows about it. If the emperor blames them, the Lin family will be the next Wen family.
"I don't care! Father, I'm going to marry Brother Jinghua. I won't marry anyone but Brother Jinghua in this life. You decide what to do, Father."
Spoiled by nature, Lin Zijing disregarded everything, stomped her foot, and waited for her father to give in.
Little did they know this matter involved the royal family. How could Lin's father possibly agree? His face darkened, and he waved his hand, summoning several servants.
"No, what does she know at such a young age? Guards, keep a close watch on the young lady. No one is allowed to let her out without my permission!"
"Father, how dare you confine your daughter to her quarters!"
Lin Zijin stared at her father in disbelief, unable to believe that the cold-faced man in front of her was the same father who usually doted on her.
"I'm doing this for your own good!"
Lin's father gave Lin Zijing a disappointed look, said this, and strode away, ignoring Lin Zijing's calls from behind.
How could they possibly challenge imperial power?
**
Royal Palace
In the Wolong Hall, the wind rustled the leaves of the paulownia trees, and the aroma of tea wafted from the jade table.
As the tea went down her throat, Wenren Yu comfortably squinted her eyes. Her satin blue robe added to her noble and unrestrained air, but she was still somewhat inferior to the emperor sitting opposite her.
"What is Wenyi's whereabouts?"
When Wenyi was mentioned, the emperor's voice carried a hint of ruthlessness. As long as Wenyi lived, he would always be a lingering threat to the Northern Yin.
"As Your Majesty predicted, Si Beitaohua indeed brought that old scoundrel Wen Yi back to Dongchen. However, I still don't understand why, according to my understanding..."
Si Beitaohua and the Wen family have never had any dealings. What exactly did that old scoundrel Wen Yi promise that would make Si Beitaohua willing to go to such lengths, even against Your Majesty, to rescue Wen Yi?
Helian Nie tapped his fingers on the jade table, his brows furrowing slightly. After a long while, he parted his thin lips slightly.
"Si Bei Tao Hua once had a relationship with Consort Yun."
"Huh???"
Wenren Yu stumbled, blurting out his dialect, his fan trembled, and he almost fell off the jade step.
"What's the panic?"
Helian Nie glanced coldly at Wenren Yu, a hint of displeasure flashing in his long, narrow peach blossom eyes. He had only just learned of this matter himself.
"No, Your Majesty, why is your head being cuckolded again?"
After regaining her balance, Wenren Yu, waving her ink-painted fan, blurted out in disbelief, "..."
First Wen Changle was bad enough, but now there's Consort Yun... wait, isn't Consort Yun the little princess's birth mother? Then what about the little princess...?
For a moment, the Prime Minister looked at Helian Nie with even more sympathy.
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