After Wei Yang finished eating, Xu Qingwan said softly, “Concubine Meng asked the doctor to feel the pulse in the morning, as she said that she felt a little uncomfortable. Would you like to go and see her?”
Wei Yang loved Concubine Meng very much, so he went there immediately.
Concubine Meng also attached great importance to that child in her womb. She was born as a diva, but couldn’t remain beautiful for a lifetime.
“Master, you are back!” Concubine Meng said happily when she saw Wei Yang.
Wei Yang looked at her belly and asked, “How is your body?”
Aunt Meng smiled and said, “It’s much better. How about you, what good things did you hunt for?”
When she saw Wei Yang’s angry face, Concubine Meng’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly changed the subject, and secretly scolded Xu Qingwan. Why did he come to her as soon as he came back? It turned out that Xu Qingwan saw that he was in a bad mood, so she pushed the man to her side. Her being dignified and magnanimous was a pretence.
Wei Yang got impatient and went back to the front yard to rest for a while.
How could he sleep?
Although his father also valued him, he didn’t let him interfere in the military power. The youngest was lucky, he went to be a guard at a young age, and won people’s hearts.
Feng Teng was Feng Su’s son, and Feng Su was his father’s confidant. If both father and son supported the third child, he could be deposed, let alone be the prince.
Although Xu Qingwan’s mother’s family was prominent, they were too far away after all. It was not as good as the fourth child’s mother’s Guo family.
Concubine Guo was very much loved by his father, and behind the fourth child was the 100,000 imperial guards from Yandi.
After all, the fourth brother was the greatest threat.
For the third brother, if he could use him, it would be a good help.
In Chengxin hall, Wei Luo ate his meal as if nothing had happened, while Yin Hui sat beside Xiao Heng, unable to guess the hunting result based on his expression.
Yin Hui wasn’t worried either because nothing major happened in her previous life.
Two days later, it was New Year’s Eve.
The palace set up a stage in the garden, and the seats were placed on the sunny side. Yin Hui was wearing a thick cloak, holding a stove in her hand, sitting among the sisters-in-laws, listening to the play with peace of mind.
King Yan loved to listen to operas, and the palace specially raised musicians and playwrights, and one of them, Mr. Jia, was most appreciated by King Yan. The scene in the afternoon was newly created by Mr. Jia. It was about the golden boy and jade girl in the sky who had a mortal heart and was not tolerated by heaven. Li Duhua was sent by the heavenly Queen Mother to return to the immortal world.
“There are so many rules in heaven, if it were me, I would rather be a human being than a God,” Wei Ying whispered to Yin Hui in a low voice.
Yin Hui said with a smile, “Immortals can live forever. Even if mortals are born in wealthy families, they will inevitably suffer from illness, so it’s better to be an immortal.”
Wei Ying: “But being an immortal, one can’t have emotions. Let’s put it this way, if you can be immortal, would you let go of my third brother?”
Coincidentally, the people on stage just finished the play and the place fell silent, so all the audience heard Wei Ying’s words, and they all looked at Yin Hui, including King Yan.
It was the first time she received that kind of attention, so Yin Hui blushed.
Everyone understood and knew that she was reluctant to part with her husband.
“Hey, third brother, did you hear that? The third younger sister would rather not be immortal, to be with you,” Wei Yan teased Wei Hao in a low voice.
Wei Luo turned a deaf ear to it.
Wei Yang glanced at his reddened earlobes, and smiled. The third brother was a grown up but he was still very innocent.
After being teased by everyone, Yin Hui secretly found it funny.
She blushed only because everyone heard her whisper with Wei Ying, but unexpectedly, everyone misunderstood that she was infatuated with Wei Luo.
But if she could really be immortal, she would definitely abandon Wei Luo without hesitation. Even if she even chose to stay in the mortal world, it would be for Xiao Heng and her grandfather.
The actors continued to sing, Yin Hui was afraid that there would be another scene, so she listened carefully and stopped talking to Wei Ying.
The afternoon passed like that, and the next one was the New Year’s Eve banquet.
The banquet was held in the Qinzheng Hall, and there was a circle of charcoal basins in the hall. The best silver frost charcoal was burned, which was warm and free of smoke.
On such a festive occasion, everyone said auspicious words, even Concubine Li and Ji Xianxian who liked to provoke everywhere did not get into trouble with anyone.
It took more than an hour for a meal, and after the meal, the babies were all carried back by the wet nurses first, and the others had to gather together until midnight.
The singers of the Lichun Court came on stage one by one, presenting their well-rehearsed songs and dances to everyone. Some songs and dances were fierce and some were mellow and lingering, which was very pleasing to the eye.
Yin Hui braced herself up, but in fact her back was already so sore. Thankfully it was not the first day of her menstruation, otherwise she might not be able to survive that night.
When it was almost midnight, the musicians all retreated. King Yan drank a sip of wine and began to talk about his expectations for the New Year, especially about his grandchildren.
Wei Yang and Xu Qingwan led the others to leave the banquet, and bowed to King Yan.
Everyone in the palace had done that kind of thing for more than twenty years, and they must be used to it. The timing was very good. After everyone bowed down and just returned to their seats, firecrackers were lit outside.
In the sound of firecrackers, the ninth year of Xianning had arrived.
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Third Master: You really will give up on being immortal?
Huihui: To be honest, I’m afraid I’ll piss you off, so I’d better stop talking about it.