Wei Zi leaned her head to read. The densely packed words almost made her trypophobic. No wonder Manager Lu stopped reading.
Feng Danyuan whispered: "The Ministry of Rites drafted it and the Emperor copied it."
Wei Zi asked in a low voice: "So many words, did the emperor copy them by himself?"
Feng Danyuan replied in a low voice: "The emperor writes the imperial edicts on marriages to members of the royal family himself. He copied them all, and he was too embarrassed to ask the Ministry of Rites to write less..."
"Ahem." King Yan really couldn't listen anymore. He just whispered in front of the emperor's messenger. Now he is still talking about the emperor. Do you really think that everyone is deaf?
However, Lu Zheng really thought that he was deaf and said politely to King Yan and Mrs. Feng: "The imperial edict has been sent. There are still things in the palace, so we will leave."
After seeing Lu Zheng off, Mrs. Feng was beaming with joy and began to assign tasks to Prince Yan and his wife:
"I asked you to prepare for Yuan'er's wedding a few days ago. The list of betrothal gifts is ready. Bring it to me quickly. Oh, the Zhuxiang Pavilion where Yuan'er lives also needs to be renovated. Please hurry up. Years ago
Just get it done, don’t wait until after the New Year..."
King Yan couldn't help frowning: "I'm afraid it's too late before the New Year. The craftsmen have all gone back to celebrate the New Year——"
When Mrs. Feng heard this, her voice suddenly rose: "You know that the craftsmen have to go back to celebrate the New Year, why didn't you do it earlier? Is it possible to let your son get married in a broken house? You are heartless, I can't afford to throw this away.
people!"
In front of the princess, his son and his future daughter-in-law, Prince Yan felt very shameless to be scolded by Mrs. Feng. He retorted: "Zhuxiang Pavilion is renovated every year, what kind of broken house is that..."
"Yuan'er must live in a new house when he gets married. You can find a way to do it yourself!" Mrs. Feng made the final decision.
Feng Danyuan had a fugue expression on his face.
There was nothing strange on Wei Zi's face, but she felt very embarrassed in her heart.
Only Princess Yan secretly pulled Prince Yan's sleeves and advised him to stop talking and do whatever the old lady asked.
Faced with his old mother, King Yan had no choice but to lie down and be a child.
Mrs. Feng didn't let her eldest grandson stay away from the incident: "Yuan'er, from now on, you will live in Prince Yan's Mansion, and people will move the gift back to the house later. If you don't want it to be troublesome, it's okay not to move. If you need anything, just do it.
Let the people in the government buy it, and the money will go into my private account."
Princess Yan immediately responded: "It's one thing for a mother to love the prince, but adding things to Zhu Xiangge is a matter of the palace and must be kept in the public account."
Mrs. Feng didn't care about this: "Just use my private account, it will be troublesome to use the public account."
Then he said to Feng Danyuan: "You are not allowed to have any opinions. If you have any opinions, they will be dismissed!"
Feng Danyuan smiled and said: "Grandma wants to spend money on me, what can I say about it?"
Mrs. Feng nodded with satisfaction, and then waved to Wei Zi. Her tone was no longer domineering towards King Yan and Feng Danyuan, but was kind and gentle: "Xiao Zi, follow me to the warehouse and take a look. You can take whatever you like. You...
My child is fine in everything, but he is dressed too plainly."
King Yan: "..." Did he pick up his son?
Feng Danyuan: "..." So, he has fallen out of favor?
Wei Zi: "..." Is Mrs. Feng too kind to her? Isn't that bad?
She looked at Feng Danyuan.
Feng Danyuan smiled and said: "Grandma gave it to you, just take it."
Mrs. Feng said: "What do you think she will do about my business with you? Come on, let's go to the small warehouse."