Chapter 1870: 094, Old Acquaintance_2
During the New Year, there were several minor skirmishes between Dayong and Beirong at the border, which confird Beirong’s covetous gaze towards Dayong.
The people were indignant and started denouncing Beirong, montarily forgetting Princess Hexiu, who had a grand wedding procession.
If anyone would really feel sorry for Cheng Yuexiu, it would be the idle young ladies in the capital.
The gatherings among them grew more frequent, and every ti they t, the topic of Princess Hexiu’s demise was inevitable.
In their lantations, many secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that they were not chosen, or otherwise, they might have faced a tragic death in a foreign land themselves.
As they pondered, soone suddenly thought of Princess Cuiwei, who was about to marry far away to Xiliang.
If even a small marriage alliance could attract Beirong’s resentnt and assassination, what misfortunes might Princess Cuiwei face when she marries far away?
Many thought about this issue, and soon even officials submitted proposals urging Your Majesty to reconsider.
The Old Emperor was troubled about finding a reason to cancel the matrimonial alliance with Xiliang, but this incident conveniently proved Xiliang’s culpability, allowing him to bring it up.
However, he was still a monarch of the nation, and going back on his word would not be dignified.
Thus, the Old Emperor diplomatically asked the Xiliang Royal Family to guarantee Princess Cuiwei’s safety before considering sending the princess over.
He thought Xiliang would understand the implied ssage, but surprisingly, their reply was accompanied by two cartloads of Xiliang’s special precious herbs, along with He Lienuo’s constant promise: that an Imperial Uncle and two Princes would personally co to escort the bride and ensure the princess’s safety.
Upon hearing this reply, the Old Emperor wished he could spit a mouthful of old blood right in the chamber, but although he didn’t, he did lose his appetite after court, skipping a significant portion of lunch.
Though court affairs had a minor impact on Lin Yuan, they did make a notable difference to her business.
In recent days, as people discussed court matters more, gatherings increased, and consequently, business at Dong Tian and Idle Tea House inexplicably improved.
Having previously heard Xia Zheng’s assurance that there would be no major war between Dayong and Beirong, Lin Yuan wasn’t worried about national affairs, and instead felt pleased that her business was thriving.
This morning, Lin Yuan was again seated in a corner of the main hall, listening to the ardent youth speak passionately; when she heard them suggest that General Xia should actively attack Beirong, she couldn’t help but curl her lips in amusent.
Fortunately, Dayong was relatively open-minded and didn’t restrict students from discussing political affairs, or otherwise, based on those few words, these scholars could have been imprisoned for inciting the people.
Ever since the marriage alliance went awry, Lin Yuan developed an interest in listening to gossip in the main hall, and frankly, listening to these chaotic discussions was rather amusing.
Inevitably, these individuals once more fell into endless disputes over a topic. It seed they wouldn’t stop until alti.
Feeling uninterested, Lin Yuan shrugged her shoulders, stood up, and intended to return to the elegant room upstairs to work on her ledgers.
Just as she reached the stairway to the second floor, before Lin Yuan could ascend the stairs, she heard the welcoming girl at the door enthusiastically greet a few guests.
Originally, it was nothing significant, but Lin Yuan inexplicably glanced back.
That glance was quite significant – she spotted a familiar face!
A face she knew all too well!
The group coming in, among them surrounded was an elderly man over sixty; his attire unmistakably indicated its high value.
This old man had fewer gray hairs than Lao Fan but had much less spirit.
His face, full of wrinkles, wore a shrewd smile, and slightly parted lips revealed glistening drool; it seed unsure how long it had been unchecked, congealing at the corner into almost white froth.
Seeing that white drool froth made Lin Yuan quite uncomfortable, but looking at his mouth full of uneven yellow teeth made her feel even more repulsed.
If not for the woman beside him being an acquaintance Lin Yuan never expected, she would have already recoiled in disgust.
Although the old man was over sixty, the woman supporting him was just in her early thirties, dressed in luxurious attire, with two glittering hairpins in her hair, the tassels of which swung playfully with her steps.
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