usatvline Chapter 201: Red Mansion Lady Xing 21
Chapter 201: Red Mansion Lady Xing 21
"Prince, these are the memorials that were delivered recently. Please take a look." The Emperor sat on the dragon throne, looking down sharply, and said in a serious tone. He waved his hand gently, signaling the eunuch next to him to hand the thick stack of memorials on the desk to the prince.
Shui Yan took the memorial respectfully, feeling somewhat puzzled, but still read it carefully. These memorials were all important matters and problems reported by officials from all over the country, which needed to be handled by the emperor himself. But now, his father asked him to read it, which obviously had some deep meaning.
There was a solemn atmosphere between the father and his son, and the entire study became unusually quiet.
Shui Yan silently read the memorials, his brows gradually furrowed. The memorials all accused his ministers of being arrogant and domineering, oppressing the people, and squandering their wealth, leaving the people with nowhere to file complaints.
He was nervous, wondering which brother it was, or how many were involved. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry and confusion. He was secretly thinking about who it might be, but he couldn't be sure of the specific person. This uncertainty made him feel a little uneasy.
At some point, the originally gentle atmosphere between father and son quietly changed and became tense and rigorous.
The prince then paid his respects and returned to the East Palace. Not long after, he was implicated in several court ministers and was reprimanded, demoted, and exiled.
There was an uproar in the court. These ministers were usually important figures in the court, but now they suffered such severe punishment for their own interests. Some of them were demoted to commoners, some were exiled to remote areas, and some were even sentenced to death. This series of changes dealt a serious blow to the prince's power.
At the same time, the atmosphere in the capital became tense. People were discussing the matter, and some were puzzled.
The Eastern Palace was now under strict guard. Every entrance was filled with guards wearing heavy armor and holding sharp blades. They had stern faces and sharp eyes, standing there like sculptures, surrounding the entire Eastern Palace.
Xing Yuling didn't know the news from the palace yet. She just took care of her son every day, and no one dared to tell her the news.
During this period of time, the Jia family was full of joy and happiness, but only Jia She seemed a little different. He had a sad face all day long, and he had no joy at all for having a son. It seemed that he had endless worries and troubles in his heart. In these few days, he frequently went in and out of the study room of the West Mansion, conspiring with Jia Jing and Jia Zhen, father and son. Whenever the three of them got together, the whole study was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere. No one knew what they were discussing. They only saw them sometimes bowing their heads in thought, sometimes whispering to each other, with serious and solemn expressions. However, from the occasional look in their eyes, one could feel a hint of fear and uneasiness. As time went on, this fear seemed to gradually spread, and even the hypocritical Jia Zheng began to feel anxious. They quietly contacted the four kings and eight dukes and other powerful figures, trying to seek some support or help. These people were relatives and friends of the Jia family, and they were also important figures in the court, and they had a close relationship with each other. At this critical moment, the Jia family needs their help to deal with the possible crisis.
"Madam, look, the master and the old lady haven't named the little boy yet!" Xiaoman pouted and grumbled somewhat dissatisfiedly. As she spoke, she gently patted the baby in her arms. The little guy seemed to feel Xiaoman's emotions, frowned, pursed his mouth, and cried "wa".
"Oh, my little master, why are you crying? Are you hungry? Or is your urine wet?" Xiaoman coaxed the child with heartache and gently rocked his body.
Xing Yuling was wearing a light blue dress with her hair combed into a simple bun. She had a pretty face and gentle eyes.
Seeing Xiaoman holding the child, she smiled slightly, sat up, reached out to take the child, carefully held the child in her arms, and asked softly: "Xiaoman, what's wrong? Who made you unhappy?"
Xiaoman pouted and said, "Madam, you see, we didn't even have a big ceremony for the baptism. This is too unfair to the young master!"
Xing Yuling smiled and comforted him, "Xiaoman, don't be angry. The third-day bathing ceremony is just a formality. My child will grow up healthily. As for the name, let's wait until the master and the old lady have discussed it."
"Madam, the Xing family sent some gifts. Here is the gift list. Please take a look." Yu Shui walked lightly into the bedroom and carefully handed the gift list in his hand to the lady.
The lady took the gift list with a smile and read it carefully.
"The old lady sent some nourishing medicinal herbs, as well as some clothing fabrics suitable for the young master," Yu Shui said softly, revealing a hint of joy and anticipation in her tone.
"Oh? That's great." A touch of emotion flashed in her eyes, "My mother is thinking about me."
Then, Yu Shui picked up some exquisite little toys and said with a smile, "These little toys were sent by the eldest son. He really loves his little nephew!"
Xing Yuling couldn't help laughing when she looked at those cute toys. She couldn't help but think of Xing Dequan's naughty temper. She thought that as long as her father was still alive and someone was disciplining him, no matter how much her mother loved her brother, she couldn't control her father from disciplining his son.
At this time, Xiaoxue ran in, her face full of panic.
"Ma'am, this is bad."
"Xiaoxue, why are you so rude?" Lixia criticized her a few words.
"The Rongguo Mansion is surrounded and is guarded by palace guards." Xiaoxue came back from outside and saw the Rongguo Mansion that was surrounded, and ran back to the East Courtyard through the alley.
"The master and the lady have gone to the front."
Xing Yuling was a little distracted when she heard such bad news. She held her son's hands nervously. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: Rongguo Mansion still had 20 to 30 years of prosperity. It was impossible for it to collapse so easily. This thought made her feel a little relieved and gave her a glimmer of hope. After all, he would protect the safety of her and her son.
Xing Yuling took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"Lixia, you have a steady personality, go to the front and ask for some information."
Lixia hurried to the front hall, leaving Xing Yuling and others waiting anxiously in the room. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, and everyone felt extremely heavy.
After a while, Lixia brought back the news: "The chief eunuch of the emperor's side brought people here, and the prince was confined to the East Palace."
Xing Yuling's heart tightened. She understood the seriousness of the situation. Something might have happened to the prince.
Rongguo Mansion and Ningguo Mansion have always been supporters of the prince. If the prince encounters misfortune or gets into trouble, these two mansions may not be able to remain unscathed. After all, they are inextricably linked to the prince. Once the prince is in trouble, it will not only bring huge pressure to Rongguo Mansion and Ningguo Mansion, but may even cause them to lose their current status and power.
At this time, Grandmother Jia's face was pale as she stared at Jia She, with a reproachful look and a hint of hatred in her eyes.
She knew that this matter could not be entirely blamed on the eldest brother, as there were already signs of it when Jia Daishan was still alive. But she was unwilling to accept it and could not let it go, so she blamed everything on him.
The heavy door was tightly closed, isolating everyone from outside. The maids and servants stood in front of the door, their faces pale, their eyes full of fear and anxiety. Steward Lai and his wife looked at their masters and dared not say a word, then turned their attention to Nanny Lai, looked at his mother and shook his head, regretting it a long time ago.