Rebirth of the Noble Concubine

If something is said, it is as good as if it is not said. If someone is not named by name, there is still a glimmer of hope.

"Haha, that's what my father-in-law said."

"Okay, I'll take my leave now. I'll come back for a wedding banquet on the wedding day of the princess and your noble son."

"Absolutely, father-in-law, walk slowly."

After the father-in-law left, Wen Jingsong staggered a few steps. Wen Mengsheng next to him stepped forward to support his trembling body and said worriedly.

"Father, save me. If I really become Princess Changlin's consort, won't my son's future be ruined? Besides, no matter how old the princess is, she is enough to be my mother. She wants me to join the palace.

If you become Nao Shizi's consort, your son would rather die."

At the mention of death, Wen Jingsong's pupils trembled, he took Wen Mengsheng's hand and cursed angrily.

"Little Huangkou, you are going to die if you encounter something like this. How can you take care of the Wen family in the future?"

Wen Xinglu said nothing. When he looked at Wen Jingsong, his eyes were full of prayer.

Unlike Wen Yuwei, this nephew is something he really cares about. In terms of ability and talent, he is a bit better than his son. This spring, even the top three are expected, but now...

"You two, don't be anxious. Since the princess has not yet announced who her son-in-law will be, there is still room for maneuver in this matter. My father will discuss it with the Duke first before making any plans."

"Father, I'll go with you!" Wen Mengsheng said anxiously.

Princess Changlin, the God of Plague, would have known that he would have stayed at home on the Lantern Festival Eve. Why did he insist on showing his face in front of her? It was like he was trying to dig a hole for himself to jump into.

"No, you can just rest at home while you're on the way, and we'll talk about it when I get back."

After saying that, he handed the hot imperial edict into the hands of the steward, ordered him to put it away, and went to the Duke Wei's Mansion alone.

At this moment, Wen Mengsheng finally understood the meaning of Princess Changlin's words last night. Even now, his relationship with Wen Xinglu's cousins ​​was already in jeopardy. The two of them looked at each other with guarded eyes.

The Duke's Mansion of Weiguo.

When Wen Jingsong was taken to the study by his servants, he happened to meet Master Liang coming to discuss the final details of the marriage with the Wei family.

At this moment, Wen Jingsong didn't care about his face, and knelt down in front of Duke Wei in front of the eldest son of the Wei family and Master Liang, and begged with tears in his eyes, "Master Guo, help me."

Both Mr. Wei and Mr. Liang were a little shocked. They didn't know what happened. Only Mr. Wei calmly picked up the tea cup at hand and stirred the tea leaves in it bit by bit.

"Master Wen, what do you mean by this? What can my father do to save you?"

"Lord Wei doesn't know something. Your Majesty has granted my son a marriage to Princess Changlin. If this is true, wouldn't his future be ruined?"

It is an ironclad law that a consort is not allowed to serve as an official in the court. It is normal for Wen Jingsong to be worried about this.

He only has a son, if there is no hope of entering the court, there is really no way to survive.

"Father, this..." The eldest son of the Wei family usually had a good relationship with Wen Jingsong. Now when his friend was in trouble, he naturally couldn't stand idly by, so he wanted to ask him for mercy, but unexpectedly, he was interrupted by Duke Wei.

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"Master Wen, your Majesty's decree did not say that the one who granted the marriage was your biological son. Isn't there a nephew in the house? The ready-made method is right in front of you, why bother asking me to come here?"

Wen Jingsong made a good calculation. He didn't want to lose his son, but he also wanted to save his nephew. Unfortunately, there is no such good thing in this world, and even if it is, it may not happen to the Wen family.

After hearing what Duke Wei said, Wen Jingsong felt quite sad, "This method is really good... My nephew has never introduced him to Duke Wei. He is indeed a rare talent..."

I wanted to find another way out for him, but was interrupted by Duke Wei, "You are just afraid that he will hold a grudge against you and take revenge on you. But Mr. Wen, there are not many people in the court.

What about your opponent? I can handle it, but you can’t?"

"My lord, please calm down. It's really... a pity for my nephew's talent and abilities."

"You are a soft-hearted person, but it's a pity that the road to the court is not easy to navigate. Sometimes, being too soft-hearted can cause people to step on you. The marriage grant is a great thing for the Wen family. The Ninth Prince is worried that he will not have the chance to get close to Princess Changlin.

Well, if you can persuade your nephew to be this prince-in-law properly, and let the eldest princess join forces with the Ninth Prince, I guarantee that as long as the Ninth Prince ascends the throne and becomes the emperor, an exception will be made.

If he is allowed to become an official in the court, he doesn’t have to start from a small place, how about he directly joins the cabinet?"

Duke Wei did not dissuade him, but he knew that the marriage was inevitable.

Compared to Wen Mengsheng, perhaps Wen Xinglu, who wanted to earn a way out, could accomplish this better.

The fish leaps over the dragon gate, and he goes to wealth and honor, all in one thought.

After hearing this, Wen Jingsong sat limply on the ground, thinking about the possibility of this matter.

Master Liang was sweating while listening, Duke Wei's skills were really amazing.

After watching it for a while and dozens of times later, what was originally a tragic incident turned into great good news. I really admire it.

Before the water in the tea cup even reached the bottom, Wen Jingsong figured it out, thanked Duke Wei respectfully, got up and returned home.

"Where did we talk just now?"

"Ah, speaking of..."

In the study, the three of them continued the previous conversation, as if Wen Jingsong had never been there before.

But at this moment, the Wen family is in a turbulent situation.

After Wen Jingsong told Wen Xinglu exactly what Duke Wei had said, he stumbled a few times, then looked up to the sky and laughed, with tears of despair in his laughter.

He should have known a long time ago how his uncle was willing to give up this great future for him. The same was true for his sister, and so was he.

When Wen Mengsheng next to him learned that he had a chance to survive, he naturally stood with his father, so he "kindly" consoled him, "My cousin, this method is very good. If you become a prince-in-law, it is just a tactic to hide your strength and bide your time."

Your ability will definitely make the princess fall in love with you, and you won’t get what you want by then? What’s more, Duke Wei has promised that after the Ninth Prince succeeds in his great cause, you can still serve the country, right?”

"Yes? Then why don't you go?"

"You! The Duke said it was you by name, so of course it is you. Cousin, you should just accept your fate."

Wen Mengsheng had heard too much about Princess Changlin's romantic affairs. When he thought of the male dotes in her backyard, he felt sick. How could he have wronged himself?

If you don't want to wrong yourself, you have to wrong others. Since that person is a cousin, it's nothing more than that.

With his heart so cold, Wen Xinglu shed tears. He looked into Wen Jingsong's eyes with only the last bit of hope, "Uncle, do you think like they do?"