Chapter 34: Wait Until the Daughter Comes of Age to Give Her a Male Attendant

Chapter 34: Wait Until the Daughter Comes of Age to Give Her a Male Attendant

The official approached: "Your Excellencies, it's time for us to set off."

Xu Xinshu threw the whip back to him and glanced at the man on the ground, covered in wounds.

She had a servant hand over a bag full of silver, and the official’s face lit up with a broad smile.

"The journey into exile is perilous and arduous; the prisoners shouldn’t have it too easy, right?"

The official, holding a bag that contained more money than he would earn in a lifetime, exclaimed, "Understood, understood. You can count on me."

"Brilliant, I doubt these two will make it to their destination alive."

Holding her, Xu Xinshu's hands trembled slightly; the innocent and carefree young lady probably did this for the first time.

Bei Jing had always liked her because she knew how to resist.

Bei Jing had encountered girls before who, no matter how they were mistreated, never fought back, even deeply loving their scoundrel husbands.

It made her so angry that she developed several breast nodules.

For a clear-headed young lady like this, Bei Jing wanted to get closer.

But on the way back in the carriage, Xu Xinshu was not in high spirits.

"Brother, why do women have to be inferior to their husbands after marriage?"

"Because it has been so since ancient times."

"Bullshit. After you marry, you live in his house, surrounded by his family and servants."

"If he lived in your house, wouldn't he be at your mercy?"

Xu Xinshu thought the princess made a lot of sense, but the Xu family would never allow her to take a husband into her home.

Fortunately, fortunately, she would become a court lady and could avoid marriage for life.

Bei Jing looked particularly adorable nestled in Xu Xinshu's arms, especially with her fair and soft little face.

The sweet baby made Xu Lanqi regret not having a daughter.

"I wonder which lucky rascal will have the good fortune to marry our princess in the future."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "Shushu, what do you think of my son?"

Bei Jing: "Brother, you're thinking that far ahead when I'm still a child?"

Xu Xinshu silently hugged the little princess and moved to the corner.

She found her nephew very cute, but he was not worthy.

After returning to the Imperial Study, Yan Zhong reported today's events to the emperor.

Upon hearing the report from the secret guard, the emperor did not comment on the Grand Secretary's heart condition.

Xu Lanqi had been his companion since childhood, and they grew up together. They knew each other well.

It was only after he ascended the throne that they maintained the proper decorum between ruler and minister, avoiding any breaches of protocol.

Privately, the emperor was not so petty.

He was quite tolerant of capable and diligent ministers.

As long as they were not overly greedy, did not cause trouble, and did not rebel, he could overlook their faults.

Moreover, the emperor thought that Xu Lanqi’s son was quite intelligent and would grow up to be a talent.

But when he heard that Xu Lanqi was planning to have his son marry the princess...

"Where is My sword!"

Did this dog know what kind of schemes he was hatching!

That snot-nosed, bare-bottomed brat running around the courtyard like a little turtle.

How could he possibly deserve his beautiful, clever, kind, gentle, lively, pure, innocent, and charming Chuchu?

Dream on!

The next day, when the emperor visited Concubine Fang, she invited him to drink with her.

The wine was excellent, and although Concubine Fang was not considered beautiful, she was dignified.

In a state of half-intoxication, with her cheeks flushed, she was quite appealing.

Concubine Fang spoke emotionally about the origin of the wine: "This is the 'Daughter Red' wine that my father buried when I was a month old."

"Every sip is a testament to my father's deep love for his daughter."

"He buried it, waiting for the day I would marry to bring it out, but fate is unpredictable, and I am fortunate enough to enter the palace as a concubine."

"This 'Daughter Red' could not be served at my wedding banquet, but I am fortunate to present it to Your Majesty for your enjoyment."

At this point, Concubine Fang teased, "The Crown Princess is just a few months old. Your Majesty could bury a jar now."

"When the princess marries, it will be a fine aged vintage."

After three rounds of wine, which should have been intoxicating, the emperor immediately sobered up.

Burying daughter red wine? Bury my ass!

Seeing the man suddenly stand up, Concubine Fang was both frightened and puzzled.

The emperor’s face was dark, his teeth gritted with a murderous intent.

Concubine Fang feared she had somehow offended him, her breathing becoming lighter.

The father’s murderous intent was directed at an unknown future son-in-law; his daughter was only a month old, yet someone was already reminding him of her eventual marriage.

The emperor felt as if he were about to have a heart attack. Should he just eliminate all eligible boys?

No, that would be too absurd.

Then, should he not let his daughter marry at all?

But a life of solitude would be too cruel for his little princess.

How about taking in a son-in-law?

In fact, a prince consort marrying into the royal family was essentially the same as being taken in as a son-in-law.

Finally, the emperor slapped his thigh and made a decision.

When Chuer comes of age, he would send her twelve male companions each year, one per month.

January would bring a refined and elegant gentleman, February a muscular and strong hunk.

March would feature a vibrant young man, April a steady and wise old fox.

A dazzling array, leaving no room for boredom.

He didn’t believe that after such a bombardment, any wolf could snatch away the little delicacy he had raised!

She wouldn’t have to marry, nor would she be lonely.

The emperor gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness.