998: Chapter 993: morial to the Emperor 998: Chapter 993: morial to the Emperor Even though it was her own son, the Empress did not trust him, and imdiately sent Mama Li to verify with the Imperial dical Bureau.
King Jin breathed a sigh of relief because the matter was indeed true, and he was not afraid of having the Empress send soone to inquire.
The Empress watched King Jin and said indifferently, “Xiaoran, rember, you are of noble birth, and those lowly won are not even fit to be your concubines.
If you fancy a woman, you can choose any unmarried lady in Beijing, but you mustn’t pick up so lowly woman to bring back, much less a female physician from Gu Youyou’s side.”
King Jin bowed his head and said, “Your son will heed Mother’s instructions.”
He was very aware of the Empress’s decisiveness; only by complying with her could he calm this situation down.
…
After several serene days spent just with each other, filled with warmth, romance, and sweetness.
She would personally tie up his hair, and he would try his hand at drawing her eyebrows.
In leisure monts, they would sip tea and play a ga of chess, discussing strategies as they faced the board.
Gu Youyou was a special woman, and only soone like her could talk about n without falling short.
In the study, Jin Zijin was reading morials, while Gu Youyou stood before the window painting.
She painted a sumr dress with such ethereal grace that it seed to float enchantingly.
After blowing the ink dry, she turned to look at Jin Zijin.
“Why are you reading morials too?” Are you looking at them at ho as well?
Without taking his eyes off the morial, Jin Zijin replied softly, “Wan Decheng sent them to , asking to read them.”
Gu Youyou knew that the ‘he’ he referred to was the Emperor.
It was common for Princes to read morials, but they were usually called to the Imperial Study, and after reading one, the Emperor would question them on the spot.
But to have a whole basketful delivered to Jin Zijin for him to read at ho was quite unusual.
“What does the Emperor an by this?” Gu Youyou couldn’t help but ask.
Jin Zijin put down one morial, annotated it, picked up another, and said, “He wants to clean up his ss.”
Upon seeing this particular morial, his brow furrowed intensely.
Noticing his change in expression, Gu Youyou quickly asked, “What’s the matter?”
After asking, she moved beside him to look together.
The morial was from Yangguan City, detailing how ongoing heavy rains had caused a flash flood, particularly in Qingshui Town, which had been engulfed by the deluge.
Countless people had died or been injured, and those who survived were displaced…
Recently, Gu Youyou had received the account books from Qin Changlin as well as a secret letter of well-being from Qingshui Town.
“When did this happen?” Gu Youyou asked anxiously.
Jin Zijin said, “It was probably around the ti we got married.”
That ant it had already been about ten days.
The flood in Yangguan City made communication difficult, so it took ten days for news to reach Beijing, which was no easy feat.
Jin Zijin set the morial on the table and began to grind the ink.
Gu Youyou took it and read carefully.
She said, “This must be handled as soon as possible, the surviving people must have fled everywhere.”
“Yes,” Jin Zijin said: “The fastest ones should be nearing Beijing’s borders by now.
According to previous practices, they will likely be denied entry to the city; many people will starve to death outside its walls.
Fortunately, it is not winter, or they would freeze to death outside the city.”
Gu Youyou took a deep breath; she naturally understood how the authorities of this era treated refugees.
It wasn’t that they were heartless; in an era of scarce resources, a country didn’t have the capacity to save large numbers of refugees.
Gu Youyou said, “I have to go out, to save as many as I can; at the very least, I must find the people of the Gu Family.”
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