Chapter 97: Choosing a Prince Consort

Yun Fengyun's mood today was originally not very good.

But at this moment, seeing this scene before his eyes, his mood also improved considerably.

As for the matters in the court, he also did not want to think about them.

Yang Jun had ruined his mood, but fortunately he still had his precious daughter; because of her, his mood could also gradually improve.

"Father Emperor, why aren't you speaking? Could it be that my daughter is not beautiful?"

Yun Xiyue spoke in a cooing, soft voice.

Regarding this matter, she acted coquettishly toward Yun Fengyun.

Yun Fengyun came to his senses, turned his head to look at his daughter, and gave a faint smile.

"Good, my sixth princess, how could there be any reason she's not beautiful?"

"Just like your Empress Dowager, she is stunningly beautiful; any clothing she wears looks good."

Yun Fengyun smiled again; in that moment, Yun Xiyue giggled coquettishly, becoming even happier.

The grand wedding is approaching; this is the time Yun Xiyue feels most satisfied and happiest in her heart.

As for such matters, Yun Xiyue's heart is also still full of anticipation.

"Since Father Emperor likes it, I'll go change into another outfit and let Father Emperor pick one that looks good."

Yun Xiyue spoke while laughing, and overjoyed, she bounced and ran off.

Watching Yun Xiyue leave, as she departed, Yun Fengyun's facial expression gradually grew gloomy again.

How much joy Yun Xiyue could bring him, while this idiot Yang Jun brought him only anger.

No matter how you say it, regarding those matters, are they not what he is unwilling to accept?

As he thought about Yang Jun's matters in his heart, Yun Fengyun's face turned dark and grim, and his entire demeanor instantly became icy cold.

The Empress, observing Yun Fengyun, with her long-standing habit of accompanying the emperor, could instantly see his thoughts at a glance.

"Your Majesty, you truly cannot accept Yang Jun?"

As the Empress spoke, Yun Fengyun reached out and tightly grasped her hand.

"Tomorrow, keep a close watch on Xiyue; remember, do not let her run wild."

Yun Fengyun took a deep breath, his face full of worry.

His daughter must absolutely not be harmed.

As for this prince consort candidate, it is fundamentally not something he approves of.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured."

Hearing Yun Fengyun's words, the Empress's brows slightly furrowed, but she instantly smiled, her expression gentle and composed, and she lightly nodded at Yun Fengyun.

The matter for tomorrow seems to have changed.

In the Empress's heart, she couldn't help but feel somewhat worried about it.

Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue, these two children, the marriage seems to be ever-changing.

Yun Fengyun glanced at Yuan Lu's figure appearing to the side, standing there bowing in attendance; his brow furrowed once more.

"Empress, go see how Xiyue is doing."

Yun Fengyun's single remark — the Empress usually does not involve herself in state affairs, but since Yun Fengyun has spoken thus, there must be important matters to attend to.

If so, then naturally I should not be here.

The Empress rose and left; Yuan Lu walked respectfully to stand behind Yun Fengyun.

"Your Majesty, Zhou Tian has been training diligently in his mansion lately; according to reports, his progress is rapid and astonishing."

"Hmm, Zhou Tian's talent is extraordinary, and he is diligent and clever; he truly wins My favor."

Yun Fengyun thought for a moment, then lifted his head.

"Send the Holy Sword to him, and say it is a gift from Me."

"Also, tell him that for tomorrow's affair, he must absolutely not disappoint Me!"

As Yun Fengyun spoke, a flash of cold, icy light appeared before his eyes.

……

In the ninth month of Daxia, it seems quite sultry.

Today's weather is quite abnormal; inside and outside the Imperial City, countless cicadas are screaming shrilly.

Yun Fengyun's mood is very bad.

Before dawn, a patch of dark clouds drifted across the sky, covering the moon that had originally hung high at the horizon, leaving only a faint glow that slowly shone upon the earth.

In this place less than fifty li from the capital, a troop of soldiers marched toward the Capital City.

The cold, dim moonlight shone on the soldiers' iron armor, emitting a chill that seemed as if it would freeze the entire earth.

At the forefront, on horseback, a man as massive as a mountain exuded a fierce killing intent all over his body.

At this moment, his brows and eyes were like a forest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, resembling a tiger that had returned from bathing in blood.

He lifted his head to gaze at the sky, looking at the moon above; his ferocious expression then dissipated.

He slowly exhaled a breath.

"Son, Father has come home."

At this moment, the Pingxi Prince's Mansion was decorated with lanterns and banners.

Deng Jian climbed up and down, personally adding the final touches to the Prince's Mansion.

Today is the Heir Apparent's grand wedding; we must absolutely not lose the mansion's etiquette and dignity.

Deng Jian's face was full of excitement; at this moment he was very happy.

Since the Prince departed, this has been the most joyous occasion in the Prince's Mansion.

The servants in the mansion, seeing the steward also working so diligently, all labored hard while simultaneously urging Deng Jian to take it easy.

"Steward, there's no need for you to personally handle these trivial matters, right?"

Deng Jian listened to his subordinate's concern, but he laughed heartily.

"You idiots, haven't you considered that this is the Heir Apparent's grand wedding?"

"For such matters, not the slightest mistake can be allowed."

"It must be done properly and splendidly."

"Otherwise, wouldn't that weaken the prestige of our Pingxi Prince's Mansion?"

Deng Jian stood with hands on hips, gazing at the newly decorated Pingxi Prince's Mansion, his face full of excitement.

Old Prince, if he has spirit in heaven, must surely be delighted as well.

Thinking of the Old Prince, Deng Jian involuntarily lowered his head again.

He also recalled how he followed the Old Prince, charging through a rain of arrows.

Although his own body had been pierced by a steel blade on the battlefield, it was the Prince who let him survive—it was the Prince who saved him.

The Prince also entrusted the Prince's Mansion to his care, to guard this home well and watch the Heir Apparent grow up gradually.

Today, the Heir Apparent is finally to be wed, and he is marrying the Princess most beloved by the current Son of Heaven!

The Old Prince's long-held wish has finally been fulfilled!

What the Pingxi Prince's Mansion seeks is not glory; marrying the Princess is not a matter of honor for the Pingxi Prince's Mansion either.

But the Heir Apparent needs to marry the Princess in order to better spend the latter half of his life.

Nowadays, everything within the mansion has been prepared.

The Heir Apparent's attire and all necessary items have been placed in his room.

Deng Jian, however, did not fully relax; instead, he dragged his body through halls and rooms, patrolling every corner of the Prince's Mansion.

Deng Jian repeatedly instructed the mansion guards: no matter what, they must ensure the mansion's tranquility today.

Finally, he also made a trip to the kitchen, repeatedly confirming and giving detailed instructions.

In particular, he reminded everyone to prepare the dishes the Heir Apparent likes.

As well as the dietary restrictions and preferences of the guests arriving today.

For these matters, Deng Jian had long known them inside out, able to recite them backward.

Only after he finished all these tasks was his body utterly exhausted.

Even so, at this moment his eyes could not hide their excitement.

"Heir Apparent, from today onward, you will truly grow up."

Deng Jian spoke happily; his eyes could not hide their excitement.