The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

However, Yuanchun did not expose the truth. She smiled softly on her plump face and agreed, "Your Highness is right. It is very hard for mother to take care of Yan'er alone."

The husband sings and the wife follows, this is what a qualified wife should do.

Grandmother Jia looked at Shui Rong meaningfully with her cloudy eyes, and after a moment of silence, she replied, "Okay, listen to the prince over there, and let Pin'er and the others go to the palace with the prince later."

She now knew what the young man was thinking. Since there was something fishy going on between the two of them, it would not be long before Daiyu stayed with Rongguogong. She might as well keep this pair of wild mandarin ducks, which would also allow her own Baoyu to feel at ease.

"Thank you, old lady." Shui Rong's lips curved into a smile. He picked up the teacup handed to him by Yuanchun and took a sip, feeling refreshed.

Mrs. Wang didn't care about these things. She paused while twisting her Buddhist beads and asked calmly, "Your Majesty, I heard that my master is going to be transferred back?"

They had known this news when they had talked with Yuanchun before, and this was now what Mrs. Wang was most concerned about.

Shui Rong paused, put down the teacup, nodded and said, "Indeed, I think I will be back by the end of the year, and then I can go back to Beijing to spend a happy new year with the old lady and mother-in-law."

Mrs. Wang was delighted when she heard this, and then asked, "Then I wonder what plans the master has after returning to Beijing?"

Grandmother Jia glanced at Lady Wang, her cloudy eyes flickering slightly, but she didn't say anything because she was also very concerned about Jia Zheng's future arrangements.

Shui Rong understood Mrs. Wang's thoughts and did not hide them. He said, "Mother-in-law, my father-in-law had made great achievements in the Governor's Office. He is now sent to Fujian to manage Haimao. The emperor is very happy about this. When my father-in-law returns to the capital, I think he will enter the court. Maybe he will even earn an imperial decree for you."

Being a lady of imperial title was a great honor for a woman, and even Lady Wang, who had always worshipped Buddha, was no exception.

Madam Wang suppressed her secret joy and smiled as she said, "It doesn't matter whether it is an imperial edict or not. I have been very worried about the master since he was sent away. It would be great if he could stay in the capital."

Look, utilitarianism is eliminated in just one sentence.

Grandmother Jia was also satisfied and responded with a smile: "What Zheng'er's daughter-in-law said is reasonable. I am old now and I am looking forward to the reunion of my family."

Jia She: Jia Zheng is a family member and a son, so isn’t he?

Shui Rong did not expose them, and said: "Then this is in line with the wishes of the old lady and mother-in-law."

Grandmother Jia chuckled but said nothing. On the contrary, Mrs. Wang had a look of hesitation on her face. She wanted to ask about the specific arrangements for Jia Zheng, but the prince was a little vague.

As the saying goes, no one knows a mother better than her daughter. Yuanchun saw through Mrs. Wang's thoughts at a glance. To avoid her mother making a fool of herself, she changed the subject and said, "My Lord, it's getting late. Since you want to take your sisters back to the palace, I'll have someone notify them first."

Shui Rong nodded slightly, looked at Yuanchun's plump face, and said softly: "Yuanchun is right, you can arrange it."

After all, she was his good wife who helped her find and fill in the gaps.

Yuanchun smiled sweetly, blinked her bright eyes, and asked meaningfully, "Your Highness, the second sister, the fourth sister, and Pin'er must be notified, but I wonder if the young lady from the Xing family should be notified?"

Although Xing Yuyan was dressed in shabby clothes, she was very elegant and every time he invited his sisters to stay in the palace for a while, he would bring her along.

Shui Rong's heart paused, his delicate eyebrows paused, and he said, "It's up to you."

Yuanchun understood what she heard. Given her husband's personality, if he didn't like something he would say it directly and wouldn't beat around the bush with her. And facing a pretty and elegant girl, as long as her husband didn't dislike her, the rest would basically be clear to her.

Yuanchun knew what to do at this time. There was no other way. Her husband was a real man, and he had the same common problems as other men. Naturally, her husband was no exception. She was used to it.

As for the girl from the Xing family, Jia's grandmother didn't care. She had seen all kinds of storms, so she didn't care about these small scenes. She was even pleased with what Yuanchun specifically pointed out.

As long as he does not lose himself, the prince can try some new and interesting things outside if he wants to. If he gets tired of them, it will naturally be no problem.

After a pause, Jia's mother invited him, "Your Highness, why don't you have dinner today before leaving? I will have someone prepare it as soon as possible. I think it won't be a problem."

Shui Rong shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I appreciate the good intentions of the old lady, but you don't know how much my mother loves Yan'er. She is always by his side. Even Yuanchun, as a mother, can't compare to her. When I came here earlier, I was strictly told to bring the child back home as soon as possible. I can't delay."

Mrs. Wang heard from Yuanchun that Yan'er was favored. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled, "They say that the next generation is close. I see that Yan'er is very fond of her, so it is reasonable for the concubine to be fond of her."

Shui Rong smiled and said, "Of course not. Yan'er is the lifeblood of Beijing Palace, so naturally she is very precious."

As soon as these words came out, the three women present were immediately delighted. What was meant by the lifeblood of Prince Beijing's Palace? It was naturally the prince of the palace, the future Prince Beijing.

Chapter 480 Feng Jieer: Do you think I’m stupid?

In the mansion of Duke Rong, in a side room of the dark and shiny little courtyard.

Xing Xiyan, dressed in a green dress, sat on a few stools. Her beautiful head showed her fair cheeks and her graceful face was lightly made up. Her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows looked at her parents who were cleaning the house, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Someone had come earlier to inform them that the prince was going to take the young ladies of the Jia family to stay at the palace for a while, and would take her along. When Xing Zhong and his wife heard the news, they couldn't help but be delighted, and they excitedly helped Xing Yuyan pack her bags.

How could Xing Xiyan not know what her parents were thinking? They just wanted her to do well so that they could marry into a rich family.

Mother Xing had a smile on her face. She placed a bundle on the table and said, "My daughter, everything is packed. When we set off, you can follow us to the palace!"

Although she said she was packing a bag, in fact, she only packed a few half-new and half-old dresses. These were all given to her by Xing Yuyan when she stayed in the palace earlier.

Xing Yuyan lowered her eyebrows slightly and did not respond. She looked calm and indifferent, as if she did not care about it at all.

Seeing Xing Xiyan's indifferent look, Mr. and Mrs. Xing Zhong were used to it, so they didn't care. They knew their daughter well and she had always been a good girl. If she didn't object, it meant she agreed.

Besides, filial piety is more important than anything else, and Xing Yuyan had no capital to refute.

Xing Zhong looked at Xing Yanyan's elegant face, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked bluntly without any hesitation: "Yan'er's mother, what do you think the prince means? Does he like our Yan'er?"

Originally, the Xing family went to Beijing to seek refuge with Madam Xing, and had nothing to do with the Beijing Prince's Palace. It was only the marriage relationship between the Duke's Palace and the Prince's Palace that gave them a little connection with the Palace.

However, this relationship was equivalent to nothing, so Xing Zhong did not think much about it. However, his daughter went to the palace to stay for a short time again and again. Even if it was thanks to the young ladies of the Jia family, it also made Xing Zhong and his wife have different thoughts.

Although their family is poor, their daughter is pretty. If she can catch the prince's eye, then wealth and glory will be within their reach.

Mother Xing smiled and said, "Our Yan'er is so pretty, the prince must be attracted to her."

They had also heard of that prince, who was a lustful man. They were quite confident in their daughter's appearance. Otherwise, why would he let their daughter go to the prince's palace again and again? It must be that Xing Yuyan had a good temper.

"That's hard to say. If he really likes our Yan'er, why hasn't he made any move yet?" When one is thinking about something, one has many concerns. Xing Zhong is not that confident.

After all, Xing Xiyan is pretty, but given the prince's status, there are many people around him who are more handsome than Xing Xiyan.

Xing's mother was stunned. She felt that what Xing Zhong said made sense. An unnatural look appeared on her face. She said worriedly, "Yan'er's father, what do you mean?"

Xing Zhong's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance, and he said, "I was thinking about asking my sister to take the lead and see what the palace means. We are a virgin girl, we can't just run to the palace all the time!"

The young lady of the Jia family is related by marriage to the royal palace, so there is no danger of causing trouble. However, the Xing family does not have this convenience. This is a great excuse for an innocent girl to become the subject of gossip.

Upon hearing this, Xing's mother agreed with him and said, "That's good. It's not a good idea to keep dragging it out like this and make us anxious."

Xing Yuyan originally didn't want to pay attention to this matter, but seeing that her parents were becoming more and more unreliable and were actually thinking of seeking explanations, she, who was usually calm, couldn't sit still. She frowned and called out in a dissatisfied tone, "Dad."

With such a little thought, he really thought that others couldn't see it, and he rushed to send her over. What kind of thing is this!

Xing Zhong didn't care and raised his eyebrows and said, "Yan'er, marriage is decided by your parents. We are doing this for your own good. Don't say anything more and just listen to us."

Xing Yuyan felt helpless when she heard that. What did it mean to be good for her? It was more about being good for themselves!

Although she understood the reason, there was one thing Xing Yuyan was clear about, that is, she really had no right to make the decision. In this case, she could only be a "good girl" as usual.

Xing Zhong stopped Xing Yanyan. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense. If his daughter entered the palace sooner, they could enjoy happiness sooner. So he couldn't hold back his excitement and said, "Yan'er's mother, I'll go find my sister now."

Xing Xiyan looked at Xing Zhong's hurriedly departing back, her bright eyes flickering slightly beneath her beautiful eyebrows.

Although Xing Xiyan was Miaoyu's disciple and had a peaceful nature, Miaoyu claimed that she was a person who lived in seclusion from the world, while she was actually a worldly person. In addition, Xing Xiyan's parents were both alive, which made her fundamentally different from Miaoyu.

In the original novel, when Xing Xiyan and Xue Pan were brought together, she went along with it, showing that she had no resistance.

Now that her parents were trying their best to bring this together, Xing Xiyan could only go with the flow. If the palace agreed, she would have no choice but to enter the palace.

Thinking of this, Xing Yuyan couldn't help but recall the absurd scene she had peeped at in Longcui Temple. Her elegant almond eyes concealed a hint of shyness, and a light layer of rouge appeared on her fair face.

If so, wouldn't it be like keeping company with Sister Miaoyu?

In Sister Feng's room.

After being "taught a lesson" by Shui Rong in the quiet path, he was in a mess. He first went to Rongqing Hall to make some arrangements, and then returned to his room, where he asked Ping'er to prepare warm water for a bath to wash off the softness on his body.

At this time, Feng Jieer was sitting in front of the dressing table. Her face, which was not painted with any rouge, was reflected in the bronze mirror. It looked as if she had just washed her face. Her face was white and rosy, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Looking at the beautiful face in the bronze mirror, Sister Feng's eyes flickered, shining like stars.

It is said that women need to be watered. After being tormented by that bastard, her complexion became more and more bright, even too bright.

Thinking of this, Feng Jieer felt ashamed and secretly spat at the bastard, saying that the bastard was just venting his selfish desires. She had such a beautiful appearance because of her own ability.

"Grandma." Ping'er walked in, holding a jade bowl in her slender hands, and called softly.

Sister Feng turned around and looked at the jade bowl that Ping'er was holding. She understood that the bastard had said not to keep any, so the jade bowl contained the contraceptive soup.

"Bring it here." Feng Jieer said calmly, not caring.

Ping'er's beautiful eyes flickered, with a hint of hesitation between her eyebrows, but she also knew the seriousness of the matter, so she handed over the jade bowl without saying a word, and said softly: "Grandma, this medicine is warm, not hot."

Feng Jieer took the jade bowl, frowned, picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, looking like a heroic woman. After all, for Feng Jieer, it was not the first time she had eaten.

Ping'er took the bowl and put it aside, then handed over the candied fruit she had prepared, and said in a gentle voice, "Grandma, have some candied fruit to calm the bitterness in your mouth."

Feng Jieer's face was frowning, but she felt warm at heart when she saw Ping Er's attentive care. She took the candied fruit and started to eat it, and couldn't help but curse, "That bastard, he's having a good time, but I'm suffering."

Ping'er's lips twitched slightly when she heard this, and she said softly, "Okay, it's all in the past, grandma, there's nothing to worry about."

I've told grandma not to ask for trouble, but she insisted on being stubborn. What can she say?

Sister Feng looked up at Ping'er, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and she said sarcastically, "Why, you little slut, where are you headed, you're leaning towards that bastard."

Ping'er felt helpless and called the prince a bastard in private, wishing she could eat his flesh and bones. But she became indifferent when facing the prince. He was a typical bully who took out his anger on her.

Pursing her pink lips, Ping'er said softly, "Madam, you are here again. This is not what I meant. I just hope you can control your temper. This contraceptive soup is not a good thing. It will hurt your body."

All medicines are poisonous. You can't take too much of this contraceptive soup, especially since Feng Jieer has had several miscarriages and is already weak, so you need to be more careful.

Hearing this, Sister Feng'er's bright and beautiful face was slightly startled, and then her two curved eyebrows slightly raised, and she gritted her teeth and said, "You think I am, but I am still that bastard."

Who would want to eat this kind of thing? But with the temper of that bastard, I really dare not refuse to eat it in private. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will suffer the consequences.

You want me to serve you well? That's wishful thinking.

Ping'er looked at Fengjie's stern voice and didn't take it seriously. Her own grandmother always went there in a rage and came back covered in dust, and her main characteristic was her stubbornness.

Sometimes I think that the prince is my grandmother’s nemesis.

"Feng girl, Feng girl" At this moment, a voice came from outside the house, which made the two of them stunned.

Ping'er looked up, her beautiful eyebrows slightly knitted, her pretty face hesitated for a moment, and she said softly, "Grandma, this seems to be the eldest lady's voice."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wealthy Mrs. Xing leading Xing Zhong in. When she saw Sister Feng, she smiled on her fair face and called out, "Girl Feng."

Sister Feng's narrow eyes flickered, her face was serene, and she stepped forward with a smile and said, "Oh, what a rare guest! How did the Madam find time to come to my place?"

"Just come and take a look." Mrs. Xing said with a smile.

Feng Jieer smiled sweetly on her bright and beautiful face, but she was secretly complaining. This was like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken. It was obvious at first glance that it was not a good thing and was a trick.

However, even though she understood it, Feng Jieer would not be stupid enough to say it out loud. After all, the eldest lady in front of her was her nominal mother-in-law, so she had to be respectful to her.

Mrs. Xing glimpsed the jade bowl on the table. There were some medicine stains on the bottom of the bowl. She asked in surprise, "How come Feng girl is taking medicine but not feeling well?"