That's just a polite name to 'highlight' him, who would take it seriously?"
Jia Lian looked contemptuous.
"Xue Pan's father, Xue Guiren, had a false reputation in the Ministry of Household Affairs in his early years, but he didn't have that title, and there was no way that his descendants could inherit it.
Even if it can be passed on to Xue Pan, idiot Xue is now a living dead whose household registration has been cancelled, and the title of the household department has been revoked long ago. What else does he dare to show up to offer to the royal family?
Such a murderer without household registration belongs to the circle of four kings and eight princes, not to mention the royal family. He wants to get involved, but there must be someone willing to pay attention to him.
It's just a gift. Who dares to accept the gift from idiot Xue?
Brother Zhen in Dongfu took a coffin board from him and almost killed the whole family."
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Wang Xifeng smiled and poured another glass of wine for Jia Lian:
"Just like this, they still want to give the girl to Baoyu to be Baoyu's second wife.
I am not telling you that the lintel of the Xue family now cannot reach the threshold of our house even if it stands on the eaves of his own house.
Not to mention compared with the Wang family and the historian family, the Lin family of the Salt Censor, the Li family of the Imperial Academy, the Xing family of the eldest wife’s natal family, the You family of the wife’s natal family where Uncle Zhen filled in the house, and the Qin family of the missing eldest grandma Xiaorong, which one?
Isn’t it a hundred times more decent than his merchant?
My wife is also blind, comparing the Jia family to the Xue family."
Jia Lian took the wine cup handed over by Sister Feng, took a sip with a smile, and handed the remaining half of the cup to Wang Xifeng's mouth. He watched her drink with a smile before saying:
"When Aunt Xue got married, your uncle Wang Ziteng had not yet taken over from our Jia family as the governor of the Beijing camp.
Only your grandfather holds the title of Minister of Rites and is the assistant administrator of the vassal affairs, the prime minister of tributes and greetings from various countries, and in charge of the commercial affairs of all foreign ship cargo in Guangdong, Fujian, Yunnan, and Zhejiang.
As for the Xue family, Duke Xue, the descendant of Ziwei, is still alive, and his descendants have become imperial merchants and are doing the job of using merchant ships to make offerings to the palace.
One family is an official in charge of foreign trade businessmen, and the other family is a businessman doing foreign trade business. Aren't the two families a perfect match for cooperation and making a fortune?
Xue Guiren is also the eldest grandson of Duke Xue, the owner of Ziwei. When Aunt Xue married her, she became the head mistress of the Xue family. This was a decent marriage.
But when my wife got engaged to the second son of the Jia family, the old man was still in school. He was determined to take the imperial examination, and the officials didn't donate any money. Who knows what his future will be like.
It was later that the Xue family fell into decline and the master inherited the title. Only then did it become clear that his wife was married higher than Aunt Xue.
It’s just that the wife didn’t understand that the Wang family is willing to marry a merchant, but the Jia family has always wanted a well-matched family. If she wants Baoyu to marry Baochai, the old lady and the master will definitely refuse.”
"Then... what do you think, Second Master?" Wang Xifeng stared at Jia Lian with burning eyes.
Jia Lian smiled:
"I don't care."
"You don't care?" Wang Xifeng was very puzzled, "Isn't it a lot of trouble to have another wife in the family?"
Jia Lian’s smile remains unchanged:
"Then...what do you think?"
Wang Xifeng softly "hummed":
"According to the old lady's wishes, she wanted to tell Miss Shi Da to Baoyu two years ago.
But since Miss Lin came, the old lady felt sorry for her missing daughter, so she changed her mind and focused on bringing Miss Lin and Baoyu together.
The master has always been on good terms with Mr. Aunt Lin, so I guess he must be willing to choose Miss Lin and marry Mr. Aunt Lin."
"I'm asking you what you think."
Wang Xifeng pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"I think Miss Lin is pretty good, well-educated and sensible, and she doesn't have the same twists and turns as Miss Bao.
If I were asked to choose, it would definitely be Miss Lin.
It's just that she has a weak body, so she may not be able to have children easily. The old lady doesn't care about having grandchildren, but she will definitely refuse to agree."
While talking, Wang Xifeng stood up and sat next to Jia Lian.
He and his wife closed the door to talk to each other and sat side by side, which was more intimate than sitting across the table across the table.
"Second Master, to be honest, even though Baoyu is the old lady's heartthrob and everyone in the Jia family regards him as a living phoenix, but to be honest, he gave Miss Lin to him.
Where is Miss Lin?
Even though Miss Lin looks a bit unworldly, she has a decent family background.
Tanhualang's father taught her how to read, and her mother was a daughter of the Duke Jia's family, and she also learned housekeeping from the old lady. Such a girl could get a good marriage from an official family in the capital.
Very easy.
Baoyu, on the other hand, is not good at literature or martial arts. He only knows how to flirt with women and talk about romance. If he is allowed to separate from the family and go out to live alone, even if the old lady is biased and subsidizes all her money to him, her life will definitely be passable.
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Is such a useless person who only lives on his laurels worthy of Miss Lin?"
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Wang Xifeng's "heart-breaking words" are really similar to what Jia Lian thought.
Jia Lian couldn't help but smile:
"If you say that, it's better to just let Baoyu marry Baochai."
Wang Xifeng has always held a grudge against "replacing a phoenix with a hairpin" and curled her lips:
"I don't want to fulfill their wishes."
Jia Lian naturally understood who the "them" in "their thoughts" referred to, so he hugged Wang Xifeng's slender waist:
"Baoyu's marriage depends on the wishes of Baoyu and the girl. Why should we be such evil people?
What's more, the old lady and the master still want Baoyu to take the imperial examination.
Think about it, if Baoyu marries a merchant's daughter, even if he passes the imperial examination, how will he survive in the officialdom?
Based on this alone, the old lady and the master cannot let them have their way."
Wang Xifeng is unwilling:
"Have you forgotten the empress in the palace?
The wife was bored in the Buddhist hall all day long, chanting Buddha's name, but the emperor showed mercy and allowed the family members of the harem to come to the palace on the 26th of each month to come and visit her. The wife almost never failed to do so, and she always went to the palace to see the imperial concubine. Originally, the empress was raised by an old lady, and she was very close to her, but now her behavior has changed, and she is actually the same as her."
Jia Lian kissed Wang Xifeng gently on her pink and tender cheek and whispered in her ear:
"Earlier, they tried every means to stuff Baochai into Bao's second grandmother, in order to take charge of the family instead of you.
Now, I have the final say in this family, what else can they plan?
You also said that Baoyu is a ‘good-for-nothing waste’, so what does it have to do with us who he marries?”
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When Wang Xifeng heard this, she suddenly understood. She put her arms around Jia Lian's neck, rubbed her cheek against Jia Lian's cheek, and said with a smile:
"Oh, look at how confused I am, I didn't even think of understanding this level.
Let me just say that you are a 'Guizilian'. No one in this house is smarter than you."
Suddenly, Sister Feng stopped and sighed:
"I even let Feng'er go out and asked the Xue family to move out of Lixiangyuan. Isn't this a villain in vain?"
Jia Lian continued to lean into Wang Xifeng's neck and smelled the rose scent of women on her body for a while before saying:
"It's okay, then let the Xue family move around.
We don’t move into Rongxi Hall, firstly for our own convenience, and secondly because my poor master is still ill, so don’t really let my wife forget who has the final say in this family.”