Yin Hui knew what Yin Rong was hating, but she just thought of how she walked on thin ice during those ten years, but her husband never gave her care and concern. But if Yin Rong knew that she had a bad life after marrying Wei Luo, would she still be jealous of her?
However, Yin Hui didn’t think she had robbed Yin Rong of anything. When Prince Yan wanted one of them to get married into his family, he didn’t specify that it must be the eldest lady of the Yin family, so she and her cousin had equal chances. They were the same age, but her birthday was a few months later, so it didn’t matter which of the two sisters got married first.
If Yin Rong wanted to blame someone, she could blame herself for not being prudent. Before the formal engagement, her grandfather had told her what was in his heart, saying that with Yin Rong’s temper it would definitely lead to trouble if she married into the palace. Her grandfather was worried, so he picked her.
The two sisters looked at each other in dislike, so Mrs. Zhao interjected, “Hey, I haven’t found a suitable family yet, why don’t you help your sister get married?”
Yin Hui turned to Mrs. Zhao, “How can I help?”
Mrs. Zhao said full of hope, “There are so many officials under Prince Yan, and there may be young and promising ones among them. If your sister can marry and become the wife of an official, she can also help you and the third master in the future.”
It was only then that she knew what Mrs. Zhao had planned.
She looked at Yin Rong again.
In her previous life, Yin Rong had delayed getting married until she was eighteen. Could it be that she was waiting for her to help her get married? Because she never came back, Mrs. Zhao didn’t wait any longer, and finally married Yin Rong to a Juren as his wife, but the person failed, so she went to her brother-in-law to ask him to help recommend him as a substitute magistrate.
Yin Hui only found out about it when Wei Luo mentioned it to her.
At that time, she was sitting across from Wei Luo, feeling ashamed, first expressing that she didn’t know, and then persuading Wei Luo not to bother.
Later, Wei Luo didn’t mention that matter anymore, and after about half a year, Wei Luo told her that he had found a brother-in-law who was a county magistrate in a remote place. If he worked all his life, he would become a county magistrate.
Yin Hui and Yin Rong had been at odds since childhood, and Yin Rong always liked to grab things from her. Even though their grandfather gave them the same jewelry, Yin Rong always suspected that hers was better.
Although there was no sisterhood, Yin Hui never hoped that something bad would happen to Yin Rong, but she made her lose face in front of Wei Luo, and Yin Hui was very upset.
“I’m usually in the back house, how do I get to know those officials?” Yin Hui said bluntly, not hiding her displeasure at all.
Mrs. Zhao asked for help, and continued to laugh, “That’s normal, but the third master does. Among others, there are three guards around Prince Yan, and each guard has officials who command thousands of people. You can pick one or two suitable ones.”
Yin Hui thought for a while, and said, “Okay, I will talk to the third master when he comes back from the capital.”
Mrs. Zhao said in surprise, “The third master went to the capital? Why didn’t you go with him?”
How could they know the movements of the people in Yan Palace? Naturally, Zhao Shi didn’t know that Wei Luo and the others went to Beijing to celebrate Emperor Jianlong’s birthday.
Yin Hui explained briefly.
Yin Rong finally found a chance, and said in a strange way, “Why didn’t the third master take you there? It will be more than two months. You are not afraid that the third master will take over a concubine?”
On the day Wei Luo came to the Yin House after marriage, Yin Rong secretly met him. For such an incomparably handsome and distinguished man, let alone be his wife, she would be willing to be his concubine. Usually, she had no chance and didn’t have delusions, but she was only one step away from that opportunity, which was snatched away by Yin Hui in the end. How could Yin Rong be reconciled?
Yin Hui ignored her and looked at Jinzhan.
Jinzhan smiled back at Yin Rong and said, “You must be joking, eldest lady. Our fifth young master (their child) is still young, how can they let Madam go with them?”
When it came to her son, Zhao Shi, Yin Rong and her daughter’s jealousy became more obvious.
It didn’t matter that the merchant’s female status was low, Yin Hui was the one Wei Luo married, and she had a son, so her prosperity and wealth in life would be stable.
And that kind of honor was almost theirs!
“The master is back, the master is back!”
The servant’s voice came in, and Yin Hui immediately forgot Zhao Shi, Yin Rong, and the etiquette and behavior that the daughter-in-law of the Yan Palace should have. Only her loving grandfather was left in her mind.
Her vision became blurred. She didn’t care, and ran all the way out of the hall.
Yin Yong came back on horseback, travel-stained, and just walked around the wall, when he saw the long-lost granddaughter running toward him with a skirt in one hand and wiping her eyes with the other.
Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and the only thing Yin Yong could do was to stand firm, open his arms, and hug the little granddaughter who was crying into tears for some reason.
“Grandfather!”
“Hey, grandpa is here. Ah Hui, don’t cry.”