Since giving birth, she hasn't heard much from the Wu family.
The Prince of Jin threw his pen on the table and said, "It's about Mingzhu."
Wu Zhenhai?
"No." Prince of Jin rubbed his temples. "Ever since Mingzhu appeared at the Wu residence, many have come to propose marriage."
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
She could understand the Prince of Jin of Jin's feelings; it was similar to, "What kind of people are you? Are you even worthy of my sister?"
To be fair, Mingzhu himself didn't have any real status; it was only because Prince of Jin favored him that he gained some standing.
High-ranking families would certainly not be willing to accept her.
However, marrying down to someone of lower status would be beneath her, and the Prince of Jin would certainly not agree to it.
"How did you handle it?" she asked tentatively.
Prince of Jin: "Of course, we'll refuse!"
Should he really agree to those shallow people who dream of eating swan meat like toads?
Tang Zhuyun: "Should we discuss this with Mingzhu?"
"No need," said the Prince of Jin. "She's new here. If we ask her, she'll be too embarrassed to say, and it might even make her think we're trying to get rid of her."
Tang Zhuyun thought for a moment and then said, "That's true."
"Let her stay for a year or two, and once she's familiar with the place, then we'll ask her what she thinks."
The Prince of Jin wanted Mingzhu to decide her own marriage.
Tang Zhuyun wholeheartedly agreed.
Even as parents, it's not appropriate to express too much opinion on their children's marriage.
Life is long, and people are constantly changing. Who can be responsible for whom for a lifetime?
All I can say is that the people are generally not bad; the rest is up to the children themselves.
After thinking for a moment, the Prince of Jin said, "Tell Ren Yingying not to mention Wu Zhenhai in front of Mingzhu."
The bystander was jumping around excitedly, completely disregarding whether it would trigger Mingzhu's memories.
The Prince of Jin spoke with Qu Nian, but Qu Nian refused to help, and he still held a grudge!
He tricked himself into taking a bath in his son's bathwater, and ended up soaking wet. This isn't over yet.
Prince of Jin: "It's not that I'm asking you for help, mainly because you can't be of any help anyway. I just thought, since she's your woman, I wanted to let you know."
Qu Nian suffered a loss of ten thousand tons, and gritted his teeth as he made a small grudge against the Prince of Jin.
Upon hearing Prince of Jin mention Wu Zhenhai, Tang Zhuyun asked curiously, "Has he stirred up any trouble lately?"
It seems no one is mentioning him anymore. Could it be that the Prince of Jin gave the order?
Ren Yingying is too busy. Recently, Jinse, who was by her side, fell ill, and she took care of her for a few days. Then she performed a face transplant on the old lady and vocal cord surgery on Mingzhu. She probably hasn't had time to eat melons yet.
However, her relationship with Mingzhu grew closer, and the two often spent time together.
That's why the Prince of Jin was worried and asked Tang Zhuyun to give him a word of advice.
The Prince of Jin said with a sneer, "He's made quite a commotion."
You suddenly become a drama queen when someone dies; that happened so quickly.
Wu Zhenhai moved the sycamore tree that had survived the fire outside Mingzhu's original courtyard back to its original location.
That wasn't all; he actually buried Mingzhu's coffin under a tree.
This incident caused a sensation throughout the city.
Turn your home into a graveyard?
Everyone thought Wu Zhenhai had gone mad.
The people in the Wu household have all gone mad.
After that, who would dare to serve in the main courtyard? Who wouldn't feel a chill run down their spine?
Wu Zhenhai didn't think so.
He thought it was great.
That way, he can talk to her whenever he wants, and she won't be too lonely.
Wu Zhenhai knew that Concubine Yu was in the Prince's Mansion, and even went to her door to take her away and support her.
"Then what did you say?" Tang Zhuyun worriedly.
She felt that Wu Zhenhai was very stubborn; if she didn't get rid of him, she was afraid she would be exposed.
Prince of Jin said, "I told you that before Zhou Xu died, he entrusted his concubine to you, and his concubine didn't want to see him either. Wu Zhenhai left behind ten thousand taels of silver and left."
Tang Zhuyun sighed.
The Prince of Jin glanced at her. "Have you softened your heart?"
"I didn't soften my heart, but I was somewhat moved."
Love truly requires the right timing, location, and people; if you miss that opportunity, no amount of effort will likely make a difference.
Old Cabbage Stalk quite pitiful now, but wasn't Zhou Xu pitiful back then?
If she hadn't "died," Wu Zhenhai would probably have continued taking concubines and keeping mistresses, remaining the same as before.
The deep affection we feel now may not last long.
Prince of Jin said, "Don't tell Mingzhu. Since it's over, let it be over completely. No matter how strong and independent she is, she might start to waver."
"Hmm." Tang Zhuyun nodded, "But some things can be kept secret, while others..."
For example, the fact that Zhou Xu buried at home—something that sends chills down your spine—couldn't be kept secret.
The Prince of Jin said, "Well, then I'll rely on your guidance in the future. I'll also help her choose someone; I don't seek wealth or status, I only hope they'll be good to her."
"OK!"
With Ren Yingying around, Mingzhu already knew.
However, she still felt that Old Cabbage Stalk was trying to create a sentimental persona, but she didn't know what he was trying to achieve, and she didn't feel anything about it.
Xiu'er also got her share of gossip from Ren Yingying.
She was breastfeeding when she heard the door open and assumed Ren Yingying had come to "deliver melons," so she complained, "Why are you so late?"
Didn't we agree that you'd come this morning?
The curtain was lifted, revealing Song Jingyang's travel-worn yet overjoyed face.
Xiu'er's hand trembled, and she almost dropped Guagua onto the bed.
"Oh dear," she exclaimed, putting Guagua on the bed and jumping into Song Jingyang's arms without even putting on her shoes. "You're back!"
Guagua: I shouldn't be here.
She had already eaten her fill and closed her eyes, falling fast asleep.
Song Jingyang spun Xiu'er around several times in his arms, saying, "I'm a little dirty, sweetie, sit down first, I'll wash up and change my clothes."
Upon receiving the news, he rushed over at breakneck speed, changing horses more than a dozen times, and nearly died from exhaustion along the way.
Now, he is finally back with Xiu'er and his daughter!
All the weariness turned into the joy of reunion, Xiu'er was reluctant to let go for a long time.
Song Jingyang held her in his arms for a while before putting her down.
"I'll go wash up and be right out."
Xiu'er didn't want him to leave her sight, so she stayed with him.
She made him a lot of new clothes while he was away.
Song Jingyang, dressed in brand-new clothes, held Xiu'er's hand and spoke softly to her.
"... I didn't know you were born so early. I couldn't be with you then, Xiu'er. You've suffered so much."
Xiu'er secretly wiped away her tears and said, "What are you saying! Doesn't it make childbirth easier for you? Isn't that how it is for everyone? Aren't you hungry? Have you seen the Prince? Have you seen your mother?"
"I'm hungry. I haven't been to the Prince's yet. Have someone tell him I'm back; he won't be picky," Song Jingyang said. "Mother saw me when she came in. Don't worry, someone will bring food in a little while."
Xiu'er reached out and touched the scars on his face, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes.
She didn't feel hardship or grievance during her pregnancy and childbirth, with so many people surrounding and serving her; but when she saw Song Jingyang's wounds, even though they had healed, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Sweetheart, Xiu'er, good Xiu'er, don't cry, don't cry." Song Jingyang hurriedly comforted her, "It's all better now, it's far from your heart! As long as you don't mind... Don't cry, you can't cry during your postpartum period, if you cry again I'll cry too."