Chapter 143 Wei Ji'an spoke the truth

Chapter 143 Wei Ji'an spoke the truth

"However, if someone has someone in their heart, they definitely won't want to marry that person."

The young mistress then uttered a single sentence.

Like dropping a pebble into a still lake, creating ripples.

Xie Yan sat in a chair outside, his fingers clenching on his knees.

One refused to marry, while the other sought a marriage certificate.

The emotions that had been suppressed after Shen Nanzi agreed were stirred up again.

It pressed against his chest, leaving him with unspeakable suffering.

In the side hall, Consort Wei turned her head to look at the table, silent, her face gloomy.

Madam Wang snorted coldly: "If you like them, then marry them together. What's there to hesitate about?"

"If you have a good status, you can be a lady; if you don't, you can be a concubine. The Li family girl won't mind."

Because of her advanced age, the rumors about Xie Yu and the Princess Consort of Jing were kept from reaching the ears of the people in the Pingyang Marquis's residence for fear of upsetting her.

I never expected that when I came to the Harmony Palace today, the old lady would ask me this herself.

The other women dared not speak. Was the person Xie Yu liked the Princess Consort of Jing?

No one dared to ask?

Why did Xie Yu return to the Harmony Palace before the summer festival had ended that day?

Princess Jing is looking for Prince Chengze, but what about the Sixth Prince?

Although the matter was seemingly closed off, careful observers would easily spot the suspicious points.

If Xie Yu's heart belongs to the Princess Consort of Jing, isn't this a dead end?

At this moment, Consort Wei remained silent, but anyone with a keen eye could see something amiss.

After a while of silence, Old Madam Wang sensed something was wrong.

"Who does Xie Yu actually like? As long as it's not a married woman, I'll risk all my pride to get it back for him!"

Upon hearing this, a soft gasp could be faintly heard.

Seeing that her own mother was about to expose the truth, Consort Wei had no choice but to change the subject.

"Mother, let me accompany you for a stroll in the back garden! The silver chrysanthemums that were presented as tribute yesterday are in full bloom. Since you've come all this way, let's go and take a look."

Madam Wang immediately saw through Consort Wei's intentions and became even more certain that she was being kept in the dark.

As people get older, they become more stubborn. "I can't walk anymore. Have someone move it in so I can take a look. You can supervise it yourself and make sure it's not damaged."

Consort Wei understood that her mother had deliberately sent her away, and she could not disobey her mother's orders.

She glanced at the women of the Pingyang Marquis's household and gestured for them not to speak.

The women, not wanting to get into trouble, lowered their eyes to indicate that they understood.

"Go quickly!" Old Madam Wang, having lived to such an old age, didn't need to think much; a glance was enough for her to understand, and she urged her to hurry up and go.

Consort Wei had no choice but to get up and leave the side hall.

As soon as Consort Wei left, Old Madam Wang immediately looked under the table and called out, "Ji An, come here."

Upon hearing this, the women of the Ping'an Marquis's household bowed and exclaimed that they were about to be unable to keep it a secret any longer.

Consort Wei is gone, and now it's Old Madam Wang.

Wei Ji'an was sitting cross-legged under the table, playing with mud balls with Xie Chengze, holding an unfinished little sword in his hand.

Hearing Madam Wang call out, it quickly poked its head out, its clear black and white eyes blinking.

"grandmother."

Old Madam Wang reached out her hand, her face kind: "Come to Grandmother."

Wei Ji'an was an obedient child. He handed the mud ball in his hand to Xie Chengze and then climbed out.

Xie Chengze wasn't really interested in playing; he was listening to the adults talking.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged under the table, his small face silent.

Wei Ji'an was held in Madam Wang's arms, and she wouldn't let him turn his head to look at his mother, lest he be stopped and unable to ask her questions.

Lowering her voice, she asked, "Your grandmother is asking you, whose daughter does your cousin the Emperor like?"

Someone immediately stood up to try to stop them, but was glared back by Old Madam Wang's sharp eyes.

Wei Ji'an, being a child at heart, answered the question posed by Old Madam Wang truthfully: "My cousin the Emperor is fond of Chengze's mother."

As soon as he finished speaking, a collective gasp filled the entire side hall.

Their faces were all increasingly grim, much to the surprise of those who didn't understand.

Xie Chengze, sitting under the table, instantly crushed the mud ball in his hand, his little head filled with the rumors he had recently heard.

"Xie Chengze is the son of the Sixth Prince."

"Xie Hongrui is Prince Jing's biological son."

Just now when he entered the palace, Xie Yan's words were still in his ears: "I am your father, and my blood flows in your veins."

Whose son is he?

Xie Yan, who was sitting outside, had his hands clenched into fists and his face was ashen.

The other royal brothers were also taken aback; they were all the emperor's nephews and Xie Yan's cousins.

Those who could sit with Xie Yan were mostly secretly part of Prince Jing's faction.

They had all heard a little about Prince Jing's family affairs, but hearing it with their own ears still shocked them.

Someone immediately asked in a low voice, "Does the Sixth Prince really have such intentions?"

Xie Yan remained silent for a moment before speaking, "These are childish words, probably misled by previous rumors."

"But..." the man wanted to say something more.

Xie Yan's eyes instantly turned sharp, and he warned, "Do you think I don't know what kind of person Princess Jing is? You must not speak ill of her again?"

The cousins ​​immediately exchanged glances, understanding that Prince Jing forbade any criticism of his wife, and changed the subject.

Inside the side hall, Old Madam Wang was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time.

Isn't Chengze's mother the Princess Consort of Prince Jing?

How could Xie Yu possibly like someone who had been married before? Old Madam Wang was somewhat skeptical, thinking it was just childish nonsense.

"Ji An, nobody else knows, so how do you know? Are you talking nonsense?"

Wei Ji'an shook his head, "Grandmother, Ji'an is not talking nonsense. My cousin the Emperor is in love with His Highness Chengze's mother."

"He often looks at Princess Jing; I've seen it many times!"

“Ji An also likes Princess Jing. She is a very kind person and taught me how to ride a horse.”

"I hope they're together."

“Children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking!” Wei Ji’an’s mother quickly covered up, “Grandmother, you shouldn’t believe what a child like Ji’an says.”

As one grows older, one's mind becomes clearer, and one can see through the affairs of the world at a glance.

Madam Wang pondered Consort Wei's attempt to change the subject and the reactions of the women of the Pingyang Marquis's household today.

Wei Ji'an wasn't talking nonsense; he was telling the truth.

Old Madam Wang put Wei Ji'an down, her face full of sorrow. "What a tragedy! What should we do?"

When Consort Wei entered the palace carrying chrysanthemums in a silver basin, she immediately understood upon hearing this that Old Madam Wang knew about it.

Thinking that Xie Yan was sitting in the outer hall, I wondered if he had heard anything.

He immediately took his maid into the house and invited everyone to look, trying to bury the matter.

To everyone's surprise, Madam Wang looked displeased and showed no interest in appreciating the flowers whatsoever.

Clutching her chest and sighing, she asked Consort Wei to serve her headache medicine.

Shen Nanzi was pulled aside by a female relative and talked for a while before arriving at the front hall.

As soon as she appeared, everyone in the room looked at her, their gazes shifting back and forth between her and Xie Yan.

Shen Nanzi looked at Xie Yan's face. He was perfectly fine just now, but now he had a cold and icy expression.

Shen Nanzi, unfazed, asked, "Has anyone seen Cheng'er?"

Immediately, someone pointed to the side hall and said, "The young prince is inside."