Chapter 90 How to grasp? (4.3)

  Lan Ge was quiet, like a lifeless wooden puppet, being held by Ziyue Ye, as if she had just said a few words to someone else. And Zuo Er kept watching Ziyue Ye nervously, afraid that she would do something bad to the prince of her own family.

  The ministers did not expect that Ziyanyan would give the tenth prince of Qinglan to Ziruoye. After all, in their opinion, the tenth prince of Qinglan should have entered the imperial harem. They did not expect that their emperor would make such a decision. Someone felt it was inappropriate and spoke out, "Your Majesty, I think giving Langsong Prince to the King is somewhat...unwise..."

  Zi Ruoye raised an eyebrow, and before Zi Yanran could speak, she spoke up, "So you think the Emperor's decision is wrong? What do you think would be a suitable outcome for Lang Song?"

  The minister was stunned, and answering either way wasn't an option. If he answered, wouldn't that prove the empress's decision was wrong? Who dared say the emperor's decision was wrong? Not answering, but she stood up and said those words, didn't she just shoot herself in the foot? "I... I... think..." The minister stammered for half a day, unable to utter a single word.

  Ziyan looked at the lowly and timid officials, her voice calm as she said, "Is it wrong for me to make this decision? If so, then do you have a better plan?"

  The minister was frightened and immediately knelt down, trembling with fear, saying, "Forgive my ignorance, forgive my ignorance, Your Majesty's decision is absolutely correct, I was momentarily possessed by evil spirits to say such things, please spare my life!"

  "Hum! Is there anyone else who opposes?" Now that it has come to this, who would still dare to oppose? The ministers all knelt down, saying "Your Majesty is wise."

  Ziyan looked at Wang Shiren with a glance, and Wang Shiren walked forward with a nod, "If there is something to report, report it; if not, withdraw from the court." The ministers looked at each other in dismay, then finally bowed to Ziyan before retreating one after another.

  Zi Ruoye and Lan Ge, along with his servant, sat together in the carriage. Zuo Er was completely on guard against Zi Ruoye, while Lan Ge simply sat quietly, showing no interest in the things around him. Zi Ruoye looked at Lan Ge, feeling a bit of a headache.

  What should I do now?

  She had just gone to the early dynasty and brought back two men, one of whom was her concubine. Thinking of Yun Cong, Zi Ruo Ye pursed her lips, "When we arrive at the Wang Fu, if there's anything you need, just tell Yun Cong directly, or you can ask Wu Er." Nowadays, Wu Er has become a model of housekeeping, although there is no formal explanation, but most of the big and small things in the mansion are handled by him.

  Lan Ge looked at Zi Ruoye with a clear and calm gaze, "Is Yun Ning your husband? And Wu Er too?" If it were an ordinary person asking, they would probably think that this person was dissatisfied with the king having too many husbands. But coming from Lan Ge's mouth, it seemed like she was just simply asking.

  "By the way, Wu Er is Yun Cong's servant, and Yun Cong is my husband." When she mentioned Yun Cong, Zi Ruo Ye's eyes were filled with gentle affection. She got up early this morning, and Yun Cong also woke up. It seems that his habit of light sleep cannot be changed.

  "Hmm." Lan Ge nodded lightly, her eyes drifting away again, her entire being seeming to fade into the air like a gentle breeze.

  But Zuo Er looked worried and glanced at the prince of his own family. He didn't expect that there were already so many husbands in the Wang Ye's household, although currently Zi Ruoye only mentioned one Yun Cong. However, he thought that this Wang Ye must have had many husbands, as it has always been the case since ancient times that women with power and influence rarely had few husbands. He just hoped that the prince could live a peaceful life.

  The horse carriage moved forward with a clip-clop sound, and before long, it arrived at the Ye Wang Fu. Ziyue Ye had just gotten off the carriage when she saw Yun Cong standing in front of the door, and then a small, delicate yellow figure rushed towards her, causing her to subconsciously open her arms slightly.

  "Wife!" A soft and sweet voice came from the bosom, Zǐ Ruò Yè lowered her head to look at Shàng Guān Mèng, who blinked her sparkling eyes, full of joyful smile in them. Her heart softened a little, as she had been busy helping Zǐ Yàn Rán with some matters these days, and heard from Yún Níng that this little one had come to find herself many times, but each time ended in failure.

  "Meng er." Softly and gently called out, stretching out a hand to gently rub his little head, also poking at that soft apple face.

  "Your Highness, have you arrived?" Wu Er poked his head out from outside and saw that after Ziyue Ye got off the carriage, she didn't say a word. So he came out to ask, but when he saw Shangguan Meng in Ziyue Ye's arms and Yun Ning standing at the door, he was taken aback and hastily withdrew his head.

  Yun Cong also walked up to Ziruo Ye at this time and saw the man from just now, couldn't help but ask in doubt, "Your Highness, is there a guest?"

  Zi Ruoye nodded, "Lan Ge, come down." As she spoke, she stepped forward and said, grabbing Lan Ge's hand, but was slightly startled by the chill of Lan Ge's fingertips, and even her body temperature was similarly cold.

  Lan Ge still wore a veil, but it couldn't hide the noble air he was born with. His slender figure standing quietly was enough to make people gasp in admiration. Yun Ning was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood something. He opened his mouth and said, "Let's go in first." As he spoke, he smiled lightly at Zi Ruo Ye and led the way towards the Wang Fu.

  Zi Ruoye hastily pulled Lan Ge's hand and quickened their pace to catch up with Yun Ning. Lan Ge had already dressed, but if Zi Ruoye were to appear in front of Yun Ning and the others wrapped in her own outer garment as she had been in the great hall, Yun Ning wouldn't say anything, fearing that the surrounding villagers would have even more to gossip about.

  Yun Ning saw Zi Ruoye beside her and turned to ask, "Why don't you go accompany that young master? It's not good to neglect him." Only the royal family of the Lan surname would have a name like Qinglan. That person must be the tenth prince of Qinglan that the king had mentioned before... also the king's chosen... concubine. Thinking this, Yun Ning's eyes dimmed slightly, but when she raised them again, her gaze only held tolerance and affection for Zi Ruoye.

  "Condensed child..." Zi Ruoye held Yun Cong's hand, letting Yun Cong endure again and again. It was her fault, but she couldn't say more elegant words to soothe the bitterness in his heart. She just silently grasped Yun Cong's slender and soft small hand.

  Yun Cong, however, was comforted by the gentle smile of Zi Ruoye, "Cong'er is fine." He had never asked for much anyway. If anything, he had monopolized the king's attention for a whole year, and that year of tender treatment was enough to outweigh these minor hardships. Above all, Shang Guan Meng also quietly followed by Zi Ruoye's side, watching her dote on Yun Cong with a faint sense of envy in his small heart.

  Wife, when will you be as good to me as you are to our child?

  Zuo Er followed beside Lan Ge, curiously sizing up the Ye Wang Fu. As she looked at the three people walking in front of her, she couldn't help but think that Ziyue Ye's husbands were all exceptionally handsome, and she couldn't help but worry more about her own imperial son.

  After arriving at the hall, Ziyue Ye said, "Let me introduce everyone. This is Lang Ge, my king's consort husband. The one beside him is his servant, Zu'er." As soon as Ziyue Ye finished speaking, she saw Xiaoguan Meng's small face turn white, her head lowered, and her tiny body seemed to be trembling slightly.

  "Lan Ge, this is Yun Ning, my husband." In the Imperial Palace, a king can have one main wife, two concubines, five husbands and countless maids. Zi Ruo Ye had asked Yun Ning to be her concubine before, but he refused, saying that his past identity would bring trouble to her, she didn't mind, but Yun Ning insisted again and again, so she gave up bringing it up.

  Yun Ning looked at Lan Ge, who was still wearing a veil, and smiled slightly. "I don't know how old Lan Ge is? Don't be too restrained, once we arrive at the Wang Fu, we'll be family. You can take off your veil."

  Lan Ge said softly, "Nineteen." As she spoke, she removed her veil, revealing hair as white as snow, which emitted a faint glow in the sunlight.

  Everyone's eyes widened when they saw Lan Ge's hair, and there was another gasp. Yun Ning's eyes moved slightly, but her face didn't show much reaction. Zi Ruo Ye frowned in displeasure, "Don't look at him like that, you're not allowed to be rude to Lan Ge from now on!"

  It's easy for people with unusual hair colors to be treated as outcasts, but Zi Ruoye didn't want such a thing to happen again in her own palace, "Do you understand?"

  After hearing the answers from below, Zǐ Ruò Yè nodded in satisfaction, while Lán Gē remained unresponsive from start to finish. After glancing at Zǐ Ruò Yè, she turned her head towards Yún Níng and nodded slightly.

  Zi Ruoye immediately asked, "Does Lan Ge want a courtyard that is farther away or one that is closer?" The two courtyards had already been cleaned by the servants in the past few days, just so that Lan Ge could choose.

  "It's all the same. Wherever you live is the same."

  Yun Cong only then discovered that the eyes of Lang Ge in front of him were filled with a dull grey color, as if there was no vitality at all. If it weren't for his extraordinary aura and ethereal appearance that made people unable to ignore him, it's likely that the entire person would be devoid of any color.

  "Let Lan Ge stay in Qing Yun Institute then. It's close to Yun Cong's place, and it'll be convenient for him to take care of things." Zi Ruo Ye nodded and instructed, she originally wanted to let Lan Ge look around before letting him choose himself.

  Suddenly, she felt her hem being lightly pulled, and only then did she realize that Shangguan Meng was standing beside her, his small head hung low, as if silently accusing her of forgetting his existence. His small hand grasped her hem, not uttering a word. Zi Ruoye smiled indulgently and said softly, "Lan Ge, this is the son of the Minister of Justice, Shangguan Meng."

  "Meng Er is also the husband of the wife!" The small face lifted up, with a firm expression, as if to defend her position to the death. After finishing speaking, she lowered her head again, covering the slightly dim expression in her eyes. Wife, had you forgotten what you said to Meng Er before? You said that when you came back, you would acknowledge Meng Er as your husband, but you didn't say anything.

  Sometimes, for the people you like, even small things are calculated. Xiang Gong Mou lightly pulled on Zi Ruoye's sleeve, but didn't say another word. Father said that one's own happiness must be grasped by oneself, but how is he supposed to grasp it?

  Digression

  Waaahhh... Yesterday, the fish came back and was already sprawled out on the ground, unable to move.

  This is yesterday's... Fish continue to code today's share.