klisemfg Chapter 225: Red Mansion Lady Xing 45
Chapter 225: Red Mansion Lady Xing 45
Zijuan watched helplessly as her daughter followed the servants of the Wen Mansion and left with only her nurse and Xueyan. Her helplessness and dullness mixed together, making her fall into a state of confusion from which she could not extricate herself. The words that the daughter had said kept echoing in her mind: "You are a servant of the Rongguo Mansion. Your indenture is with your grandmother, and your parents and family are also staying here, so I cannot take you with me."
At this moment, Zijuan's heart was filled with regret.
Later, she quietly returned to the magnificent courtyard of Lady Jia, but at this time she was no longer the highly-regarded personal maid of the past, but had become a third-class servant.
The prosperity and glory of the past seem to have become a thing of the past. Now Zijuan can only wear simple and even somewhat worn clothes and do the heaviest and most menial work.
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Lu Mansion in Liangzhou
Although Jia Ying was in his teens, he was already much taller than his peers. He was tall and handsome, and he had an air of nobility about him.
"Teacher, I want to go back," Jia Ying said to Mr. Lu.
Master Lu gazed deeply at his most proud disciple, his hand unconsciously stroking the gray beard on his chin, but he never uttered a word.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole room was filled with a suffocating silence. Finally, Jia Ying broke the oppressive silence. He stood there quietly, with his head down, as if thinking about how to answer his master. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, looked at Master Lu with a firm and resolute look, and said softly: "I naturally understand what kind of impact this return home will have on my mother, but I have made up my mind, please don't persuade me anymore."
Old Master Lu frowned slightly and asked in a serious tone: "Do you know how serious the consequences of your actions are?" Jia Ying took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then responded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "I am well aware of the interests involved. Now the emperor is in poor health, and I am afraid he will not have much time left; furthermore, the current emperor is narrow-minded and petty. I recently received a secret letter from the capital, and learned that the Prince of Kangping is seriously ill. After thinking about it, I feel that the only way to protect myself is to take back what belongs to me before the emperor dies. Otherwise, once the current emperor comes to power, the situation will become complicated, and by then I am afraid there will be no chance." After saying this, Jia Ying lowered his head again, waiting for his master's decision.
"Hahahahahahaha!" A hearty and loud laughter suddenly rang out. Mr. Lu's face was full of smiles, with admiration and satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
His originally serious face now became lively because of this sudden laughter.
Then, Elder Lu took a breath, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all. He said with emotion: "Sure enough, it is indeed the bloodline of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It can be said that the son resembles his father!"
"Teacher, do you agree?"
"I'll go to Beijing with you." Old Lu decided to go to Beijing with them, worried that the boy would be worried about being alone.
"Thank you, teacher." He looked at the teacher in surprise.
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Capital
Kangping Prince's Mansion
"Cough cough cough cough cough"
A heart-wrenching cough sounded from the main courtyard, which was decorated magnificently and had many maids and servants.
"Imperial Physician, please take a quick look at the Prince." The former Crown Princess, now the Dowager Consort, stood beside the bed and looked at the Prince worriedly.
The doctor looked at the prince's face, which was as dark as death, and his frail body, which seemed like it would fall down if the wind blew. His heart sank. The prince kept coughing violently, and every breath seemed so difficult, as if he would suffocate at any time. The doctor cursed his black-hearted colleagues, who always tried their best to find various excuses to treat the delicate concubines, either asking for leave or asking for leave, leaving him alone to face this difficult disease.
After a careful diagnosis, the imperial physician frowned and said solemnly: "The prince's condition is very serious! His internal organs are already failing, and even his tongue coating is a worrying black color. In addition, his heart energy is extremely insufficient..." At this point, the imperial physician could not help but shake his head, his face full of worry.
The imperial physician frowned tightly, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words back. According to the imperial physician's years of medical practice, the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow and corroded the internal organs. The prince is afraid that he will not have many days left. Moreover, all the imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital have a tacit understanding in their hearts and dare not say it out loud.
The Queen Dowager looked at the young man lying on the bed with sorrow.
"Doctor, please prescribe medicine as much as you can."
The imperial physician nodded and prescribed some tonic medicine, hoping to delay some time.
The Dowager Concubine was extremely anxious. She knew that she had the responsibility of protecting the prince's bloodline. The current situation was turbulent and the court was unpredictable. A little carelessness could lead to a complete loss. What made her even more worried was that her beautiful daughter had reached the age of marriage. Without the protection of the prince, she could not imagine what a tragic fate her daughter would face - perhaps she would be forced to marry far away in the remote and freezing borderland and become a victim of a marriage alliance. Whenever she thought of this, the Dowager Concubine could not sleep at night.
At this moment, the prince, who was lying quietly on the sickbed with a face as pale as paper, knew very well that his time was running out. He knew the severity of his illness very well - this terminal illness was simply incurable. His self-deprecating gaze slowly turned towards the direction of the palace, revealing endless sadness and resentment.
He knew very well that the retired emperor would only show some care for him when he occasionally recalled his deceased father. However, how could the uncle who had ascended the throne easily let go of this thorn in his side? After all, the struggle for power has always been cruel and ruthless. Once it involves the supreme imperial power, family affection seems so insignificant.
Thinking of this, the prince couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed deeply.
In the magnificent and solemn palace, the emperor was sitting on the dragon throne, his sharp and deep eyes were looking at the memorials. At this time, a secret letter was presented to the emperor. This secret letter was the intelligence sent by the spy planted by the emperor in the Prince's Mansion.
"He is so lucky to live this long," the emperor said as he looked at the secret letter.
The chief eunuch seemed to be deaf to the sound and stood behind serving tea and water.
"That little girl is about to reach the age of marriage, time flies! It just so happens that the Donghu barbarians in the north are ready to make a move and are eyeing our dynasty covetously. If we can marry them, we can gain temporary peace and tranquility on the northern border. In this way, we can avoid a bloody war and save the people from the suffering of war. It is really a win-win situation."
The chief eunuch standing nearby was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs kept shaking, and he dared not even make a sound.