Lian Xin doesn't know now whether Mr. Gu is a good match for the girl. From this point of view, Mr. Gu doesn't have much affection for the girl.
She was afraid that it was because of Mrs. Liang that she had to marry a girl. Lian Xin felt a little tangled in her heart and her face wrinkled into a bitter look.
The next day, Prince Jing looked at the gloomy weather outside and frowned.
"Your Majesty! I'm afraid it's going to rain today!" Xiao Chengzi straightened Prince Jing's sleeves with some hesitation in his movements.
"Well! Prepare a carriage for me, because I want to enter the palace."
Hearing this, Xiao Chengzi quickly advised: "Your Majesty! The weather is gloomy right now, and it's probably going to rain, so why don't you"
"Don't talk too much!" Prince Jing waved his hand and interrupted Xiao Chengzi impatiently.
"Yes!" Xiao Chengzi knew the prince's temperament and felt that it was useless to say more, so she had to bow and respond.
"Sir! It looks like it's going to rain outside. You're just feeling better. Why don't you go later?"
Ning looked at the sky outside, frowned, and tried to persuade Liang Zhirui, who was changing clothes.
Liang Zhirui paused, then shook his head, "No, it's better to get this matter done sooner rather than later."
Then he took out a wooden sign from his pocket, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
He took a deep breath, after so many years, he finally used it today.
He originally thought that he would not need this token in the future. After all, a bad old man who had retired from office would need this.
Liang Zhirui sighed, how wonderful it would be if the legitimate son had stood firm back then? The two daughters had no brothers to rely on, and he himself became an official, wouldn't the daughter have to be manipulated by her husband's family?
If he had a legitimate son, the eldest daughter would not have passed away so quickly. With a brother to rely on, would the Duke's government dare to do this to his eldest daughter?
But this is no wonder for the old wife. She also had her own reasons for the premature death of her legitimate son. Including the death of her eldest daughter, she had an unshirkable responsibility.
"Master! Do you think we can make it happen this time?"
Ning had a sad look on her face. After so many years, how much affection does the emperor still have for the master?
Ning's words brought Liang Zhirui back from the abyss of memories. Seeing his old wife's sad face, Liang Zhirui felt guilty in his heart.
If it weren't for my upright temperament, I wouldn't know how to adapt.
Even if he was not calling the shots in the court at the moment, he and the old lady would not be looked down upon by the Zhenguo Palace.
Jin Yu is right, opportunities are earned by oneself. Wealth and wealth come from danger, so Jin Yu's temperament is more decisive than his own.
"When I asked to resign, the emperor once said that if you have any difficulties, just go to him with this token. Although so many years have passed, it is not too difficult for me to ask for it. There are many people in the capital.
With Sister Xian as a girl from an aristocratic family, Prince Jing has many choices."
Liang Zhirui held his old wife's shoulders and said a few words of relief, then solemnly placed the token on his chest.
"Besides, our Sister Xian is only thirteen years old, and Prince Jing is already twenty-two. The age difference is too big, how can he wait until he gets Sister Xian's hairpin? There are so many marriageable girls in the capital, there is no need for him to keep an eye on us.
Sister Xian, don’t let me go. According to me, there are several girls of the right age in the Duke’s mansion alone.”
Liang Zhirui asked Mr. Ning to tidy up his clothes. After all, he was going to meet the saint, so he couldn't be inappropriate before the saint, right?
"I hope so!" Mrs. Ning forced a smile and agreed.
In fact, both she and Liang Zhirui knew in their hearts that Prince Jing wanted to marry Sister Xian partly because of the power of the Zhenguo Palace and its influence in the capital.
But the biggest reason is still because of Gu Chengyu. As long as he marries Sister Xian, won't Gu Chengyu become a member of the royal family? He can't escape even if he wants to.
Therefore, Sister Xian's marriage was somewhat affected by Gu Chengyu.
"Okay, don't think too much. Since Jin Yu has agreed and Sister Xian has no objections, let's get this matter settled as soon as possible so that we can feel more at ease. We should probably go to court by now.
Ask Manager Liang to prepare the carriage and horses for me."
Liang Zhirui looked out the window at the gloomy weather and felt a sense of suffocation.
My heart, which originally felt relatively certain, suddenly became a little uncertain.
Outside the Imperial Study Room, Xiao Chengzi put down the paper umbrella she held above her head. She shook off the water droplets on the umbrella and stood aside respectfully, waiting.
"I'm here to see Prince Jing!" Xiao Quanzi, who was standing outside the Imperial Study Room, saw that Prince Jing was coming and saluted quickly.
At the same time, he was also wondering in his heart that Prince Jing rarely came to the imperial study. I wonder what kind of wind blew today to bring him here.
And it’s such a crazy weather, this is really weird!
"Well! Father, do you have some free time at the moment? Could you please let me know?"
The smile on Prince Jing's pale face was warm and welcoming, making him look approachable.
"Then please wait a moment, Your Highness. I will go and report to you right now."
Xiao Quanzi did not hesitate. Although the emperor was reviewing the memorial at the moment, but Prince Jing was here, the emperor could always find time to see him, right?
"Your Majesty! It's Prince Jing who is here." Xiao Quanzi walked a few steps quickly, entered the imperial study, and took a quick look at the Emperor who was concentrating on approving the memorial.
The emperor paused with the ink pen in his hand, and then said without raising his head: "Let him come in!"
"My son, I respectfully wish my father to be in peace!"
"Ping Shen!" The emperor put down the ink pen in his hand and glanced at Lao Si kneeling in front of him, feeling very complicated in his heart.
"You haven't come to court in the past few days, but you feel unwell again? Yesterday, I asked the imperial doctor to go to your house to diagnose your pulse, but you kicked me out. What do you want to do?"
The emperor was a little helpless, and there was a hint of anger in his voice when he said this. He was angry that the fourth child did not take care of his own body, and the imperial doctor's instructions often turned a deaf ear.
Hearing the emperor's unkind tone, Prince Jing secretly clenched his hands in his sleeves.
He originally thought that he could get used to his father's dislike of him and remain unmoved.
But facing his father's attitude directly, he could still easily arouse the anger and sadness in his heart.
He closed his eyes slightly and told himself not to get angry. After so many years, haven't he gotten used to it?
Is it possible that I still have expectations for my father? No! This is absolutely impossible.
"I know my own body well. It has been so many years, but the imperial doctor is still helpless. Every time I prescribe medicine, it is always medicine that nourishes qi and nourishes blood. It is bitter and astringent, and drinking it is of little use."
The emperor frowned when he heard this, "If those imperial doctors are useless, then how do you survive until now? The imperial doctor also said before that your health is getting better, and you may be able to recover after a few more years of nursing care."
The emperor couldn't bear to see Prince Jing's negative attitude, and his tone was even more aggressive than before.
Seeing that the emperor was impatient, King Jing stopped talking. He just curled his lips and responded with silence.
De'an also sighed inwardly when he saw this. The emperor obviously cared about Prince Jing, but every time the two of them broke up on bad terms.