Transmigration: Space-Aided Rise to Power and Prosperity-Chapter 897 - 733: Token

Lianxin now also does not know if Mr. Gu is truly a suitable match for the young lady; it seems that Mr. Gu does not harbor much affection for her.

Perhaps it was because of Old Master Liang that he was compelled to marry the young lady. Lianxin felt conflicted inside, her face wrinkled into a troubled expression.

The next day, Prince Jing looked at the gloomy weather outside, furrowing his brows.

"Prince! It looks like it’s going to rain today!" Xiao Chengzi adjusted Prince Jing’s sleeves with a hesitant hand.

"Mm! Prepare the carriage for me; I’m going to the palace."

Xiao Chengzi quickly advised, "Prince! The weather is gloomy now, it seems it’s about to rain. How about you..."

"No more words!" Prince Jing waved his hand impatiently, cutting Xiao Chengzi off.

"Yes!" Xiao Chengzi knew the prince’s temperament, felt that saying more was useless, and bowed in acknowledgment.

"Husband! It seems like it’s going to rain outside, your health has just improved a bit, why not wait a while before going?"

Mrs. Ning looked at the sky outside with a furrowed brow, advising Liang Zhirui while he was dressing.

Liang Zhirui paused, then shook his head, "No, this matter is urgent, it’s better to get it done early."

He then took out a wooden token from his pocket, scrutinizing it in his hand.

He took a deep breath, after all these years, he finally had to use it today.

He thought he would never have to use this token in the future; after all, as a retired old man, what use was it?

Liang Zhirui sighed, thinking how great it would have been if his legitimate son had succeeded. Without brothers to rely on, and now retired himself, wouldn’t his daughters be pressured by their husband’s family?

If he had a legitimate son, his eldest daughter wouldn’t have passed away so quickly back then. With brothers to rely on, would Duke Zhen’s Mansion dare to treat his eldest daughter like that?

Yet he couldn’t blame his wife entirely; he had reasons for the early demise of his legitimate son, including responsibility for the eldest daughter’s passing.

"Husband! Do you think we can succeed this time?"

Mrs. Ning wore a worried expression; so many years had passed, how much favor did the Emperor still hold for her husband?

Mrs. Ning’s words pulled Liang Zhirui from the depths of his memories, and seeing his wife’s worried face, he felt full of guilt.

If only he hadn’t been so rigid, unable to adapt.

At this moment, he might not be able to sway the court, but at least Duke Zhen’s Mansion wouldn’t hold him and his wife in contempt.

Jinyu was right; opportunities are seized by oneself. Wealth comes with risk, and Jinyu was more decisive than himself.

"When I requested retirement years ago, the Emperor said as long as I had difficulties, I should take this token to him. Though so many years have passed, it’s not a major matter I’m seeking. There are more young ladies from aristocratic families in the Capital, and Prince Jing has many choices."

Liang Zhirui comforted his wife with a few words, solemnly placed the token at his chest.

"Furthermore, our Xian is only thirteen years old, while Prince Jing is already twenty-two. The age gap is too large; can he wait until Xian comes of age? There are plenty of eligible girls in the Capital; he needn’t fixate on our Xian. In my view, Duke Zhen’s Mansion alone has several eligible ladies."

Liang Zhirui had Mrs. Ning straighten his attire, as he was on his way to see the Emperor and couldn’t be inappropriate in the presence of the Majesty?

"Let’s hope so!" Mrs. Ning forced a smile and echoed him.

Actually, she and Liang Zhirui both understood that Prince Jing wanting to marry Xian was partly due to Duke Zhen’s Mansion’s influence and power in the Capital.

Yet the biggest reason was Gu Chengyu; once married to Xian, Gu Chengyu becomes part of Prince Jing’s faction, unable to escape even if he wished.

Thus, Xian’s marriage was somewhat affected by Gu Chengyu.

"Alright, let’s not overthink. Since Jinyu agreed, and Xian didn’t object, let’s expedite the matter so we can have peace of mind. The court might be over now, have Steward Liang prepare the carriage and horses for me."

Liang Zhirui gazed outside at the gloomy weather, feeling a suffocating sensation.

Initially confident, he suddenly felt uncertain inside.

Outside the Imperial Study Room, Xiao Quanzi lowered the umbrella from over his head, shook the water droplets from its surface, and stood respectfully waiting.

"Servant greets Prince Jing!" Xiao Quanzi, stationed outside the Imperial Study Room, quickly paid respects upon seeing Prince Jing arrive.

Meanwhile, he wondered why Prince Jing seldom came to the Imperial Study Room. What peculiar wind blew this distinguished guest here today?

And in such nasty weather, it truly seemed strange!

"Mm! Is Father Emperor free at this moment? Please inform Eunuch Quan for me."

On Prince Jing’s pale face, a warm and amicable smile was displayed, encouraging a kind perception.

"Then please wait, Prince; I will inform you at once."

Xiao Quanzi did not hesitate; although the Emperor was reviewing memorials at this moment, with Prince Jing’s arrival, the Emperor would surely find time to meet?

"Emperor! Prince Jing has arrived." Xiao Quanzi hurriedly entered the Imperial Study Room, quickly glanced at the Emperor engrossed in reviewing memorials.

The Emperor’s red brush paused, then without raising his head said, "Let him come in."

"This son humbly greets Father Emperor, wishing him health and peace!"

"Stand up!" The Emperor put down the red brush he was holding, glancing at the fourth kneeling ahead, feelings inside were quite complex.

"You haven’t attended court in the past few days; is your health unwell again? Yesterday, I sent an Imperial Physician to your residence to take your pulse, but you drove him away, what are you thinking?"

The Emperor felt somewhat helpless, his tone carried a trace of anger here; he was frustrated that the fourth did not take care of his own health, often dismissing the physician’s advice.

Hearing the Emperor’s displeased tone, Prince Jing quietly clenched the hand folded in his sleeve.

He thought he had become accustomed to Father Emperor’s disdain for him, able to remain unmoved.

Yet, facing Father Emperor’s attitude again, it still easily ignited anger and sadness within him.

He closed his eyes slightly, telling himself not to be angered; after so many years, had he not become used to it?

Could he still have expectations of Father Emperor? No, that is impossible.

"This son understands his own body well. It’s been many years, the Imperial Physicians are still helpless. Every prescription offered is for invigorating Qi and blood, bitter and astringent, drinking them holds little effect."

Upon hearing these words, the Emperor frowned, "If those Imperial Physicians are worthless, then how have you remained alive until now? Previously, the physicians said your health had improved somewhat, another few years of care might lead to recovery."

The Emperor was quite disapproving of Prince Jing’s negative attitude; his tone became somewhat sharper.

Seeing the Emperor’s impatience, Prince Jing did not speak further. He simply forced a smile, responding with silence.

De’an sighed internally witnessing this; the Emperor genuinely cared for Prince Jing, yet each interaction ended in discord.