Chapter 508: Chapter 508. Marriage
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Seeing Zhong Yong’s reaction, Seventh Master Jiang smiled and shouted behind the screen,
“Yuyan, come out!” The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Jiang Yuyan walked out from behind the screen with a red face. She had dressed up meticulously today. She had a jade hairpin in her hair and a thin layer of makeup on her face. This makeup was made by Su Qing and was given to Jiang Yuyan, Li Shuang’er, and Xiaoying. She also gave them lipstick made from sheep’s fat. Jiang Yuyan had used all of it today to meet Zhong Yong.
She was beautiful, to begin with, and with a bit of dressing up, she looked like a charming little beauty. Zhong Yong’s eyes were fixed on her, and he chuckled foolishly. He did not care that Seventh Master Jiang was still in front of him and praised her,
“Yuyan, you’re so pretty.”
Jiang Yuyan’s face turned even redder as if she had smeared the sunset glow on her face. She looked at Zhong Yong shyly with her bright eyes and couldn’t help but smile.
“Zhong Yong immediately recognized that you made the dough lumps.”
Seventh Master Jiang couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his sister and Zhong Yong s affectionate look. He teased his sister.
He didn’t have to worry about his sister’s unrequited love this time. Zhong Yong was willing to sacrifice his life to save Yuyan, so what could his family say?
In the past, if Yuyan married Zhong Yong, it would be a high social status, but now that he had been conferred the title of Northern Barbarian City Lord, it could be considered a match of equal status.
“I knew you were here when I saw the dough lump.”
Zhong Yong wasn’t shy and proudly told Jiang Yuyan that he didn’t go in during the days when his mother passed away. Jiang Yuyan would cook for him in different ways. When Zhong Yong saw the dough, he remembered the scene of his mother making dough for him when he was young.
At that time, the family was impoverished. Mother earned some money from embroidery and bought some flour to go home for the New Year. That bit of flour was not enough to make dumplings, so Mother made dough buns. That was the happiest year they had.
Zhong Yong cried as he ate Jiang Yuyan’s noodles. It was as if he had returned to his childhood. Although his days were poor, his mother was at home.
When Jiang Yuyan saw that Zhong Yong was willing to eat the dough, she made it every day and sent it to him. That was why Zhong Yong could recognize that Jiang Yuyan made the dough at a glance.
Yelu Chun listened to Su Qing’s words. The rarer an item was, the more valuable it was. He always kept them in suspense and put it out bit by bit. A box of perfume powder was cheap enough to exchange for ten horses.
This business was more profitable than selling wine. Yelu Chun had tasted the joy of making money and felt it was wise to befriend Xiao Zeyu and Su Qing.
The winery had also resumed production. If Yelu Chun wanted wine, he had to exchange it for food. Similarly, he also needed food to sell. He earned a lot from the price difference, making his father happy daily.
Today was when Yelu Chun returned to the palace to hand in the accounts. The old Emperor was so happy that he could not close his mouth when he saw the accounts that his son had handed in.
“Chun’er is capable. Imperial Father wants to hand over the Tartan Kingdom to you next spring. Your Imperial Mother and I will go sightseeing and enjoy life.” The old Emperor did not have much ambition. He had already died once and did not care much about power. Now that his son could take charge of his affairs, he wanted to take Consort Li to the Central Plains. Everyone said that the Central Plains was beautiful. If he did not go and see it, wouldn’t he have lived his life in vain?
“Thank you, Imperial Father.”
This was to hand over the throne to him. Filled with excitement, Yelu Chun hurriedly lifted his robe and knelt to thank him.
“But there’s a problem. You don’t have any concubines yet. According to the rules of our ancestors, you can’t inherit the throne if you don’t have a family, so your mother and I have chosen a group of beautiful and wealthy women for you to choose from.”
The old Emperor repeated the same old tune and took out many portraits to force Yelu Chun to choose a concubine.
The old Emperor was anxious. He and Consort Li couldn’t leave if their son didn’t get married. No matter what, he had to coax him to marry one, or he would issue a decree to bestow marriage.
“Reporting to Imperial Father, your son already has someone he likes. Her current status is enough to match your son. Imperial Father, please send someone to help your son propose marriage.”
Yelu Chun didn’t know how to tell his father about the marriage proposal in Mo City. Coincidentally, his father mentioned it, so he took the opportunity to say
“Who is it?”
The old Emperor raised his eyebrows and looked at his son. He had already guessed who he was talking about.
“Xiao Heng’s daughter, Mo City’s Xiao Zeyu’s younger sister.”
As expected, the person Yelu Chun mentioned was the one the old Emperor had guessed. It seemed his son could not forget that girl and would not marry anyone else! However, the old Emperor was unwilling. He said to Yelu Chun with a solemn expression,
“My son, do you remember what Xiao Zeyu said? If you marry his sister, you can’t take any more concubines.. Now that you have the burden of having children, how can you only have a woman?”