After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 39 Puppet

Ji Yunzhang got up and stretched his arms. The blood scab on the wound on his chest was slowly falling off, and it didn't hurt as much now.

The person who had suffered a miscarriage because of him was lying on a rattan chair in the garden drinking tea.

Haitang moved out the small stove used to boil medicine for him, placed the fire tongs on it, and several people gathered around the stove, chattering and roasting oranges to eat.

If the young lady hadn't warned them, their laughter would have probably drifted two miles away.

Rong Lingkuan, who had not returned home since Xie Shuning's wedding, was also there.

"Sister, the orange jelly you made is still the best."

Rong Lingkuan threw a piece of steaming orange into his mouth, and it was so hot that he almost jumped up.

Rong Peilan looked at him with amusement, "No one is competing with you for it, why are you in such a hurry? I'll make orange jelly tomorrow."

Rong Lingkuan's eyes lit up, "And almond butter."

Haitang smiled and said, "Young Master, please don't burn your mouth, or the Young Madam's delicious food will end up in my stomach."

Rong Peilan looked at her brother's and father's similar faces and couldn't help wondering if this foodie would be like her father and eat all over the world with "Xiang Man Tian Xia".

Wei Chi hurried in from outside Yuhui Garden. When he saw a group of beautiful girls in the garden, he paused and subconsciously walked around a little further.

It was already a season when the ground was covered with yellow leaves, and it turned out that these girls mostly stayed in the side rooms next door, so he seldom met them.

But the weather is good today, and there is a rare sunny day. The mistress and her maids are chatting in the garden and basking in the warm sun.

The crisp laughter was like a spell, which instantly made his body stiffen, his face became stiff, and his footsteps almost sparked as he quickly ran back to the master's room.

Haitang had already noticed Wei Chi coming in, and when she saw his look, she couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled.

Xiang Wu noticed her change keenly, her eyes rolled around and the dimples on her lips were faintly visible.

She deliberately bumped Haitang's arm and said, "Sister Haitang, what kind of woman do you think Brother Wei Chi, such a heroic man, would marry?"

Chen Chun couldn't help but glance at Haitang.

The smile on Haitang's face froze, "How would I know?"

Xiang Wu took two steps forward and came to the side of the young lady. "Young lady, what do you think of Sister Haitang and Brother Wei Chi?"

Rong Peilan looked at Haitang and said, "I can't just randomly match people up."

Although Wei Chi is Ji Yunzhang's personal bodyguard, he is also the adopted son of the Marquis. Whether Wei Chi gets married is not something she and Ji Yunzhang can decide.

"You, you, what are you talking about!" Haitang's face instantly turned red, and in a panic she dropped an orange that was almost baked into the small stove.

The dimples on Xiangwu's cheeks deepened. "Sister Haitang actually came to Yuhui Garden for Brother Wei Chi, right?"

"I noticed it the last time Brother Wei Chi came. Sister Haitang stood by the window and watched for a long time."

Haitang's deepest secrets were exposed and laid bare in front of everyone.

After the initial shyness faded away, a huge sense of shame slowly came over me.

Wei Chi is not a servant, he is also half the master of the mansion, which is not something she, a housewife, can dream of.

The sudden feeling of loss shattered Haitang's originally intact heart.

Her fingers trembled as she replaced an orange. “You are mistaken. I was just watching Shen Chun practice martial arts.”

"No, but that day..." Xiangwu was about to say something, but Haitang suddenly stood up and said, "Madam, I, I feel a little uncomfortable. I need to rest for a while."

After saying this, without waiting for the young lady's response, she turned around and quickly walked back to the ear room.

Xiang Wu pouted and muttered, "It's obvious. I've noticed it many times. Mo Lan has also seen it many times before."

Rong Peilan picked up the teacup and took a sip, glancing at the fragrant mist, "I said the rules cannot spread Yuhuiyuan's words, but you spread your sister's words?"

Even though Xiangwu was slow-witted, she understood that Haitang did not appreciate her "good intentions" just now.

She also wanted to bring Haitang and Wei Chi together. Then she would be the only one left in the garden, and she would be able to get the upper hand in the future.

Chen Chun glanced at the ear room, and the fingers hanging by his side moved slightly.

Wei Chi, who was talking to Ji Yunzhang in the room, had no idea what was happening in the garden.

"Sir, today the Crown Prince was punished by His Majesty and is under house arrest for three months."

Ji Yunzhang frowned, "Why did His Majesty confine Your Highness?"

Wei Chi, "Today, the Ministry of Revenue reported to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Last year, His Royal Highness supervised the country for half a year, and there was no disaster or flood in Shu, but he exempted Shu from miscellaneous taxes for three years. This year, the national treasury is in deficit, and the military pay for the soldiers guarding the border can no longer be allocated."

"No disaster, no trouble?" Ji Yunzhang chuckled. "Isn't the plague in Shu a disaster?"

"The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue also said that the Marquis has submitted several memorials. The weather at the border is cold. It is now late autumn. The invasion of the Western Jin Dynasty will come again."

Ji Yunzhang spoke in a deep voice, slowly tightening his hands on his knees, "You are going to put both Your Highness and Father in the spotlight at the same time. Is Prince Qing planning to kill two birds with one stone?"

Wei Chi shook his head, "Lord Tang said that the Crown Prince has not been exposed yet, and Prince Qing will not take action against the Marquis for the time being. If the military power in the hands of the Marquis falls into the hands of others, Prince Qing will be helpless."

Ji Yunzhang stood up and walked to the window. "The Minister of Revenue has no apparent relationship with Prince Qing. It is difficult for Prince Qing to be implicated in this matter."

"Your Majesty has been obsessed with alchemy in recent years. Not only has he not attended court, but he has also become increasingly disgusted with the Crown Prince."

Wei Chi looked up at the prince, "Prince Qing wants to dismantle your majesty's dynasty step by step and ascend the throne himself."

Ji Yunzhang stared at the pen holder on the long table in front of him and shook his head slowly, "It's neither right nor justifiable. Prince Qing must be trying to support a puppet."

Wei Chi hesitated and said, "But...besides the Crown Prince, the only adult prince is Prince Sheng. Prince Qing wants to support Prince Sheng?"

King Sheng was devoted to Buddhism and had been practicing Buddhism with his hair uncut for three or four years.

He stretched out his finger toward the thinnest pen on the pen holder, which was the lining pen that Rong Peilan used when painting.

He raised the pen in his hand, pursed his thin lips, and narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly. "There are three sons in the family of Pyeongchang Earl. The eldest son is under his father's command, the second son is in the Ministry of Revenue, and the third son is in front of the emperor. Prince Qing has unknowingly laid such a big net."

Wei Chi immediately understood what the prince meant, "Prince Qing wants to support the little prince that the imperial concubine gave birth to last year."

The royal concubine's maiden family was the Pyeongchang Earl's Mansion.

The imperial concubine was originally a commoner woman. She was washing clothes by the river when His Majesty, who was visiting her incognito, spotted her and brought her back to the palace. She was honored and favored for many years, and after giving birth to three princesses, she finally gave birth to a little prince last year.

Pingchang Bo, who was originally just a county constable, rose to prominence along with his relatives and friends, and without any merit or honor, became the lord of Yanjing City.

The Pingchang Marquis' Mansion, which has no roots in Yanjing, is the best puppet.

Ji Yunzhang threw the small brush lightly, and it was thrown back onto the table, rolling a few times before falling to the ground.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, "Since he is a talent carefully selected by King Qing, we need to help him play his role well."

(End of this chapter)