Back to the marriage proposal, helping the incompetent husband to rise to the top

Chapter 92 Living Bodhisattva

However, if this matter is not resolved, the scope of involvement will be wider.

By then, the Princess's Mansion, Prince Dun's Mansion and many others will be implicated to varying degrees.

"Huh..." Ye Wanqing let out a breath.

This matter cannot be delayed for too long. The longer it is delayed, the wider the scope of involvement will be, and the greater the guilt will be. After Fu Yu and Chu Xiaoyan's wedding, this matter should be resolved as soon as possible.

By using other people’s help, I hope to offset some of the cause and effect.

At that time, she must always keep an eye on Chu Anlan.

……

Qianxi went out at noon and came back near the afternoon.

As soon as she came back, she said, "Princess, I went to ask around. Ji Mingxiang is still in the prison of the Beijing Guard. This morning, Marquis Jingbei went to the Beijing Guard and wanted to take him away. However, the people in the Beijing Guard said that Ji Mingxiang wanted to hurt you and the prince. No one is allowed to release him without the master's order."

Liao Xunqi wants to take someone away?

Ye Wanqing was speechless.

This general is really confused.

His brother-in-law almost molested his daughter back then, and he would have been fine if he didn't deal with it. But now that his daughter is about to get married, his brother-in-law comes to him and gets drunk, and he actually sides with his brother-in-law?
Fortunately, Fu Yu has an open-minded personality, otherwise, I really don’t know how I would have survived these years.

Ye Wanqing thought of Liao Fuyu's previous life again.

In her previous life, when she heard Chu Xiaoyan say that he hated her and didn't want to see her even if he died, what kind of mood was she in that made her commit suicide in prison?
Did she think that if she died before Chu Xiaoyan and walked faster on the road of reincarnation, he wouldn't have to see her?

How would she look back on her life before committing suicide?
From birth to death, in this short life, has anyone ever loved her?

Ye Wanqing put the paper with her name on it on the fire and set it on fire.

Smoke rose up, "Ji Mingxiang" and "Prince Duan's Mansion" turned to ashes in the firelight, illuminating her face half bright and half dark.

……

Two days before the tenth day of March, Prince Duan's mansion began to decorate with lights and colors.

When Ye Wanqing's carriage passed by the gate of Prince Duan's Mansion, Princess Duan was leading her servants and pushing a porridge cart, preparing to go to the dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city to distribute porridge and steamed buns.

Seeing the carriage from the Princess's residence, Princess Duan stopped the carriage with a smile: "I knew it was the princess at once. Where is the princess going today?"

Ye Wanqing smiled faintly: "Let's go to Jingbei Marquis's Mansion."

"Are you going to see Fu Yu?" Princess Duan smiled even more: "Fu Yu will be getting married to Xiao Yan the day after tomorrow. She must be very nervous. It would be good for the princess to go and accompany her."

"Yes." Ye Wanqing nodded.

Princess Duan smiled and said, "I still have to go to the dilapidated temple outside Beijing to deliver porridge. It would be bad if I were late, so I won't talk to the princess."

Ye Wanqing nodded: "Princess, take care."

The coachman stopped his horse to make way for Princess Duan.

Soon, the gorgeous horse-drawn carriages and carts loaded with porridge buckets and steamed buns disappeared into the distance on the long street.

Ye Wanqing suddenly felt puzzled: "I heard that in recent years, Princess Duan has been going to the dilapidated temple outside the capital to give porridge to beggars every day?"

"Yes." Qianxi asked, "Miss, is there any problem?"

Ye Wanqing said, "The price of food in the capital is not cheap. The porridge and steamed buns given by Princess Duan look like they are made of refined rice and flour."

Qianxi smiled and said, "Yes, the common people in Jindu all praise Prince Duan and Princess Duan for their kindness and say they are living Bodhisattvas. They also say that Prince Duan is kind-hearted and devoted to Taoism, and that he will attain enlightenment and become an immortal sooner or later."

Living Bodhisattva?
Attain enlightenment and become an immortal?

A living Bodhisattva would not take advantage of the situation in a peaceful and prosperous era to rebel and usurp the throne, resulting in countless people being beheaded and rivers of blood flowing.

Seeking immortality and asking for the way are nothing but a false illusion used by Prince Duan to disguise himself and deceive the world.

So far, his disguise seems to be successful.

A ruined temple in the suburbs of Beijing.

Ye Wanqing took note of it silently.

The carriage galloped all the way to the Jingbei Marquis Mansion.

Just like the Prince Duan's Mansion, the wedding date was approaching, and the Marquis of Jingbei's Mansion had already started hanging red lanterns and pasting red couplets. When Ye Wanqing arrived, the servants were hanging red silk.

In spring, red silk is tied into large red flowers, which are bright, eye-catching and extremely festive.

Seeing the carriage of the Princess's residence, the housekeeper who was directing the servants to hang red silk immediately trotted forward and bowed to ask, "Is it the Princess who is coming?"

Qianxi lifted the carriage curtain and handed over the visiting card: "My princess is here to see Miss Liao."

The housekeeper quickly welcomed the person into the mansion.

On the way, Ye Wanqing asked him, "Are the Marquis and his wife not in the mansion?"

The housekeeper smiled and said, "The princess came at an unfortunate time. This is the first time the mistress has come to Beijing. She said she wanted to experience the customs and habits of the capital, so she asked the master to take her out for an outing. She will probably be home tomorrow evening."

Qianxi looked at the butler in surprise.

My daughter is getting married soon, so my parents went out for a spring outing?
Unheard of!

Ye Wanqing said coldly: "Excuse me, please lead the way."

The butler scratched his head in confusion.

How come the princess' voice was so gentle just now, but her tone changed so badly in the blink of an eye?
Jinchun Courtyard.

As soon as Ye Wanqing arrived outside the door, she heard Liao Fuyu sobbing from inside the room.

She pushed the door open and went in: "Fu Yu, what's wrong with you?"

Liao Fuyu was crying sadly when the door was suddenly opened, which scared her.

She wiped her tears hastily: "Qing'er? Why are you here?"

Ye Wanqing looked up and met her red eyes. It seemed that she had been crying for a long time and her eyes were swollen.

Ye Wanqing stepped into the room and said, "You are getting married the day after tomorrow. I came to see if you need any help."

Liao Fuyu was not used to being served, and her stepmother Ji did not like her, so she did not have a personal maid to take care of her since she was a child.

There were only a few ordinary maids who took care of her daily life.

At this moment, the maid has already run away.

Not even a drop of water could be poured out of the teapot.

Liao Fuyu held the teapot, her hands shaking: "Qing'er, please sit for a while, I'll go make you a pot of tea."

"No need, I'm not thirsty." Ye Wanqing held her back: "If you really want to go, let Qianxi go."

"How can that be possible?" Liao Fuyu broke away from her stubbornly: "Although the teaching nanny has returned to Prince Duan's mansion, I have not forgotten my skill of making tea. Wait for me for a moment, I will be back soon."

After saying that, he ran out of the door carrying the empty teapot.

The footsteps quickly faded away.

Qianxi said, "Princess, how about I go and see Miss Liao? She doesn't look like she can make tea."

"No need." Ye Wanqing said calmly: "Let her cook it herself."

After about a cup of tea, Liao Fuyu came back.

She washed her face and patted it until it was red, and water droplets were dripping down from her hair.

She poured two cups of tea as if nothing had happened and handed one to Ye Wanqing: "Qing'er, try the tea I made."

Ye Wanqing took a sip and said, "Not bad."

Liao Fuyu smiled, her red and swollen eyes almost narrowed into a line: "I heard that Prince Duan likes to drink tea, so I learned it well."

Ye Wanqing paused: "If he knew you were so attentive, he might be very touched."

"It's fine if I'm just touched." Liao Fuyu propped up her chin with one hand: "I just hope that he can talk to me more and smile at me more after we get married. If he can like me a little more, that would be great."

Ye Wanqing was silent.

Liao Fuyu suddenly came close to her and said, "Qing'er, the princess and the others have already prepared your dowry for your wedding, right?"

"Yes." Ye Wanqing nodded: "Normally, in the Western Wei Dynasty, a mother would save up a dowry for her daughter from the day she was born. When she got married, she would take it away directly."

(End of this chapter)