The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 620 - 564 Good News_2
Chapter 620: Chapter 564, Good News_2
Chapter 620: Chapter 564, Good News_2
Wang Manman nodded and assured, “Miss, rest easy, I’ve assigned a maid to keep a special eye on those medicinal herbs.”
Daohua nodded in response.
It wasn’t until Daohua had gone to sleep that Wang Manman quietly withdrew from the inner chamber.
Two days later, Daohua and Grandmother Yan went to Taohua Village, staying there until mid-April when Yan Wenxiu returned from Beijing before they went back to the mansion.
As soon as she arrived home, Daohua noticed her elder brother Yan Wenxiu’s face beaming with joy and immediately laughed, “As expected, you are going to marry your wife. Even my brother, who is usually so stingy with his smiles, is now grinning.”
Listening to his sister’s teasing, Yan Wenxiu shot her an uncomfortable glare, “I’ve brought back some fashionable beaded flowers and fabrics for you, which I’ve had someone place in your courtyard. Check them out when you get back and see if you like them.” He paused, then added, “They were selected by the second young lady of the Han Family.”
With a playful twinkle in her eyes, Daohua leaned in and teased, “So, does that mean you met your future wife during your trip to Beijing? Seeing how elated you are, brother, it seems you are quite pleased with her.”
Yan Wenxiu, feeling like she was getting too carried away, lightly tapped her on the forehead in annoyance, “What nonsense are you spouting, you girl? Don’t you have any sense of shame?”
Daohua, covering her head, laughed, “I’m just happy for you, brother. If you’re satisfied with your wife, you won’t have to yearn for other girls, and our family can live in harmony.”
Hearing this, Yan Wenxiu’s expression stiffened, and he looked up at his sister, feeling like there was a hidden message in her words.
Daohua wouldn’t let her brother delve deeper, as she hopped away with a bounce in her step.
Seeing this, Yan Wenxiu smiled silently, but then, pondering what Daohua had said, the smile on his face slowly faded away, only to gradually reappear.
…
Meanwhile, in April’s Beijing, a series of triumphant reports from the Northern Frontier Pass left the Imperial Officials reeling.
At the end of March: Xia Teng’s army launched a surprise attack on the Tartars’ camp, annihilating the main force of the Tartars and forcing them to retreat a hundred miles.
On the sixth of April: Commander of the Jinling Guard and Investigator, Lord Xiao, led more than ten Jinling Guards and captured the Grand Prince of Tartars.
On the tenth of April: Commander of the Jinling Guard and Investigator, Lord Xiao, accompanied by Jinling Guards, successfully captured several spies in our army’s camp, including some of high rank and power.
While the first two reports had left the entire court overjoyed, the last one sent shockwaves through the corridors of power, causing an uproar within the Imperial Court.
At the same time, amidst the jubilation over the achievements in the Northern Frontier, both officials and common people were left with a question.
That was regarding the identity of this Lord Xiao from the Jinling Guard who had made such great contributions—who was this extraordinary person that had never been mentioned before?
Those slightly more in the know among the nobility immediately associated him with the individual specially conferred by the Emperor, and remarked, “Indeed, he is just the talent the Emperor has taken under his wing!”
But who exactly was he?
On the thirteenth of April, as the officials arrived for the morning assembly with mixed expressions, they all bowed their heads in silence as chickens do upon the Emperor’s arrival.
The Emperor was in excellent spirits that day; the Tartars who had lingered at the frontier were finally being pushed back. Although not yet completely driven off, he believed that it would not be long before his soldiers would rout these hungry wolves and prevent them from encroaching on Daxia again.
Rolling the jade thumb ring on his finger, the Emperor watched the officials below with interest, particularly those known to have thrown in their lot with the eighth brother, finding delight in their panic and unease.
Furthermore, thinking of the progress made with matters at the Baxian Restaurant, the smile on his face grew even broader.
Step by step, he would root out all of the eighth brother’s influence!
The sight of the Emperor squinting and smiling in such a way terrified the lower-ranked officials.
After enjoying a good look at the officials’ trembling, the Emperor slowly began to speak, “Do you know why, since last year, the Tartars have been at an impasse with our Northern Frontier soldiers?”
Thinking of the captured spies, none of the officials dared step forward to reply.
The Emperor, anticipating this reaction from the officials, was unconcerned and continued on his own, “This is because some malign individuals seek to utilize these external threats to create turmoil within the Imperial Court, to restrain me, thus furthering their self-interest.” He said, scoffing lightly.
“The land is like a painting, who could not love it!”
Although the Emperor uttered these words gently, they struck the Imperial Officials like a thunderclap, buzzing in their heads.
The Emperor did not explicitly reveal the spy’s identity, but which of those present at the Imperial Court could be so foolish as not to understand?
It was the people from the Eighth Prince!
The grand hall was deathly silent; even the sound of breathing was inaudible unless one listened carefully.
Issues regarding the struggle for the throne and plotting to usurp the Imperial Court—no one was without fear.
After allowing the ministers some time to recover, the Emperor smiled and said, “There has always been a question in My heart. Have I not been a good enough Emperor these years, or have I executed too many Imperial Officials, or mistreated the common people? Why is it that even now, some still harbor ulterior motives, disregarding even the greater good of the country?”
At first, his voice still carried a smile, but by the end, it turned to a grind of teeth with an undisguised murderous intent.
At that moment, all the ministers immediately fell to the ground with a unified ‘thump’.
The Emperor watched the Imperial Officials for a long while, then finally stood up: “Let us end today’s morning assembly here.”
After the Emperor left the grand hall, a series of relieved sighs broke out in quick succession.
The way the Emperor had just behaved was terrifying.
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Because of kneeling for a while, combined with the forcefulness of their prostration, some of the older ministers needed help from each other to stand, and even the strong-bodied ones felt wobbly in the knees.
The ministers left the hall in pairs and groups, exchanging looks with those they were on good terms with or shared a faction, and then departed in silence.
Duke Cheng’en walked out last, watching the retreating backs of the Imperial Officials. After a moment of thought, he turned toward Cining Palace.
Cining Palace.
Upon seeing Duke Cheng’en, the Empress Dowager already knew his purpose; she had heard about the situation at the Northern Frontier Pass.
With a sigh, Duke Cheng’en said, “It seems we have underestimated His Majesty.” They had their own people in the army, but they were completely unaware of Xia Teng’s surprise attack on the Tartars.
The Empress Dowager fell silent for a while, then spoke, “His Majesty’s influence has grown; do not challenge his bottom line any further. As long as we do not cross the line, for his own reputation, he would not dare move against the Jiang Family.”
“After all, in front of the world, I am still his birth mother. To act against his own maternal family, he must consider whether any aristocratic family would dare to serve him in the future.”
Duke Cheng’en knitted his brows, “Does Your Majesty know who this Xiao official is, the one who captured the Grand Prince of Tartars alive?”
The Empress Dowager looked up, “What do you think?”
Unsure, Duke Cheng’en said, “Xiao is a sign of his status, and he is valued and trusted by His Majesty. Do you think… it could be that youngster Yeyang?”
Although the Empress Dowager also harbored such a guess, she rejected it, “That child Yeyang is only 17 this year, and given his reckless and impulsive nature as a boy, it doesn’t seem likely that he could pull off such a significant feat.”
Duke Cheng’en: “…But young generals and young capable ministers are not unheard of.”
The Empress Dowager nodded, “You make a good point. How Yeyang has been these years in Zhongzhou, whether he has changed or how he has changed, neither you nor I know.”
Duke Cheng’en: “The second brother went to Zhongzhou, and in his letters, he mentioned Yeyang. He said that although the boy has become somewhat steadier, he is still as unbridled and defiant as when he was younger, showing him little respect.”
After some thought, the Empress Dowager said, “You must immediately write to Zhengyuan, have him thoroughly investigate Yeyang’s background. If the Xiao official in the Northern Frontier is indeed Yeyang, then he is not currently in Zhongzhou. If that is the case…”
Her eyes narrowed, “If the Xiao official truly is Yeyang, it might be difficult for us to use him to restrain the Ma Family, and some matters will need to be reconsidered.”
Duke Cheng’en nodded and after leaving the Imperial Palace, he sent a secret letter to Jiang Zhengyuan in Zhongzhou.
Not only the Jiang Family but also the people of the Eighth Prince sent messages to Zhongzhou, instructing their people to investigate Xiao Yeyang’s situation.
