lcionline Chapter 268 Call me aunt
Chapter 268 Call me aunt
Xue Qing shook his head slightly: "Hey! Poor kid, let me think about it for you. If your father has sisters, then you have an aunt."
Xue Jing nodded.
Xue Qing asked again: "If your grandfather had sisters, would you call them aunt?"
Xue Jing nodded again, and Gao Yi beside him shook his head secretly, wondering how the second young master survived in Gulang City.
Gao Yi pursed his lips and looked outside, while Xue Jing stared at Xue Qing with innocent eyes.
Xue Qing said very seriously: "Your grandfather and I are close friends regardless of age difference. I call him Brother Xue, so what do you want to call me?"
"Aunt?" Xue Jing said it casually.
"Why.."
Xue Jing only realized at this moment that this little girl had taken advantage of him: "You have tricked me!"
Gao Yi couldn't help laughing out loud.
Xue Qing just smiled at Xue Jing and said, "Don't call me little girl anymore. Remember to call me aunt."
Xue Jing said, "That's a nice thought," but he couldn't hide the fondness in his eyes.
Gao Yi, who was originally smiling, then his face darkened. Xue Jing looked towards the door and saw Wu Yu walking in with big strides.
When he saw Xue Qing, his brows visibly relaxed.
When Xue Qing saw Wu Yu, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
Xue Jing had never asked about Wu Yu's identity. Now that Xue Qing has returned, he remembered Wu Yu's identity. What is their relationship? Why is he so concerned about Xue Qing's safety?
"Now that the little girl is back, may I ask who you are?" Xue Jing clasped his hands together.
"Wu Yu, Xue Qing is my fiancée." Wu Yu emphasized the word "fiancée".
Xue Jing looked surprised and looked at Xue Qing: "Little girl, is what he said true?"
Xue Qing glanced at Wu Yu, then looked at him: "Fake"
Gao Yi was secretly happy.
Capital
Ever since the Emperor issued the imperial decree granting marriage to the eldest prince Zhou Qian and Xia Xuelian, some of the proud young ladies from aristocratic families in the capital no longer placed their hopes on the eldest prince Zhou Qian.
But there are still some young ladies, both legitimate and illegitimate, who are unwilling to give up and still want to marry into the eldest prince's mansion.
After all, how can a girl who grew up in the countryside become the mother of a country in the future!
For the sake of his son's future, he no longer cared about the emperor going to Fengyi Palace.
On the first day of the new year, the emperor came to Yaohua Palace according to etiquette, and the queen made soup herself. The two seemed to have returned to the loving days of previous years.
Seeing that the emperor was in a good mood, the queen said, "Your Majesty, you see that Qian'er's principal wife has been chosen, but should the concubine be decided as well?"
The emperor's expression was not displeased. After a moment, he said, "I have already chosen the principal wife. You, as a mother, cannot hide away. You decide."
After hearing this, the Queen immediately stood up and saluted the Emperor.
She really didn't expect the emperor to agree so readily. It was worth it for her to personally go around the small kitchen and dress it up carefully today.
The emperor stretched out his hand and pulled up the empress who was bowing. The palace maids who were waiting outside were delighted. The relationship between the emperor and the empress was as loving as before.
The Queen was going to hold a flower-viewing banquet in the palace, and some wives of officials of the fourth rank and above who had daughters of marriageable age received invitations from the Queen.
The Queen took the opportunity of hosting a flower-viewing banquet to select a few more concubines for the eldest prince Zhou Qian.
As soon as the news got out, the mistresses of the major families in the capital began to prepare themselves, trying their best to make complete preparations, hoping that their daughters would catch the queen's eye.
Chen Yayuan, the daughter of Chen Zhaoqing, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, was beautiful and talented, and had always been in love with the eldest prince.
When Chen Yayuan heard that the country bumpkin Xia Xuelian was actually granted marriage to the eldest prince, she was already nearly mad with anger.
She gnashed her teeth at her personal maid Xiaolian and said, "How can I, Chen Yayuan, be inferior to Xia Xuelian? Why can she be married to the eldest prince?"
Xiaolian hurriedly comforted her: "Miss, don't get angry and make yourself sick. This flower viewing banquet is our chance."
A calculating look flashed across Chen Yayuan's eyes: "A country bumpkin dreams of marrying the eldest prince. It would be too high for her to marry a servant!"
Xiaolian whispered in her ear: "Then let him marry the servant. Any servant would be willing to do this. Although Xia Xuelian is a bumpkin, she will be the son-in-law of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion after all..."
Chen Yayuan's eyes hardened and she whispered.
On this day, the palace gate was crowded with people and it was extremely lively.
The families of the ministers came one after another. The ladies were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing pearls and jade on their heads, with dignified and reserved smiles on their faces. They greeted each other elegantly, and their every move showed their nobility.
They chatted in low voices, discussing recent interesting events and rumors in the palace.
The young ladies, on the other hand, were a completely different scene. They were in their prime, with pretty faces and eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.
Some young ladies were wearing pink dresses, as beautiful as peach blossoms in spring, laughing and joking with each other, their laughter like silver bells echoing at the palace gate;
Some of them were a little quiet, standing aside with dignity, occasionally covering their red lips with the silk handkerchief in their hands, but their eyes kept looking around, full of anticipation for everything in the palace.
They either walked together or were surrounded by maids, walking gracefully towards the palace gate, their skirts fluttering in the wind, like a colorful painting, adding a bit of liveliness and agility to the already bustling palace gate.
When Mrs. Wang from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion brought Xia Xuelian down from the carriage, she attracted the attention of all the ladies and young ladies.
Mrs. Wang was dignified and graceful, and she was dressed in brocade clothes with lifelike peonies embroidered on them.
His face was fair, his eyebrows were as dark as distant black, and his eyes were calm and composed, as if he could see through everything, yet remained calm.
The slightly upturned corners of his mouth contained a perfect smile, which was both dignified and friendly, and his every move was elegant.
Looking at Xia Xuelian, her identity is even more different at this moment. She is wearing a dress made of fine silk, but people feel that she is out of tune with this gorgeous dress.
Although her face was made up with makeup, one could not see the rough skin underneath.
She tried very hard to imitate everything about Mrs. Wang, but one could see at a glance that she was deliberate.
Next to Mrs. Wang was Cui'er, her personal maid, and next to Xia Xuelian was a maid she bought herself, whom she named Xiaoqing.
As the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion has kept a low profile in recent years and because the only legitimate daughter disappeared shortly after she was born, Mrs. Wang rarely attends banquets.
Therefore, the number of familiar friends became fewer and fewer. Of course, because the old Duke ran away from home, the Emperor's attitude towards the Duke's Mansion also changed, causing many people to become much colder towards Mrs. Wang.