The Concubine

Who the hell was this Xuan Wang Meng Yuanheng? Zhao Ling was really depressed at the thought. Why did she just think of a way of getting out of a marriage, only to have another one so soon? Couldn't they let her be a quiet old leftover girl?

Lu Zhu and Mother Xu were very happy to learn that the emperor gave the marriage approval to the mistress. But when they heard that the object of the marriage was prince Xuan, they suddenly looked like eggplants smashed by frost, with a bitter melon face, as if they had eaten bitter leaf.

"What's the matter, is there a problem with prince Xuan?" Zhao Ling asked puzzledly. She searched the memory of the original owner and found that the two had never met, and there was no information about this prince Xuan.

It was no wonder that the original owner had been living a life of ignorance of things outside her bamboo windows, and only wanted to live a stable life, and could not demand her understanding of current affairs and politics.

"Miss, it's not a problem, it's a big problem!" Lu Zhu said with a worried look.

"Huh?"

"Miss, this prince Xuan not only has his legs crippled, but I also heard..." Lu Zhu hesitated for a long time, still unable to speak.

Mother Xu sighed beside her, and then said: "Miss, it is said that prince Wang Xuan not only has his legs disabled, but he is also inhumane."

Inhumane? Zhao Ling couldn't accept this word. After digesting it in her mind, she couldn't help but feel it was a little funny. It was easy for people to exaggerate the inhumane aspect of the dignified prince. Everybody knew that the gossip ability of the people in the capital was really extraordinary.

Thinking of this, she chuckled slightly, and said, "Isn't this great?"

"What? Very good? What's the good thing?"

"Prince Xuan is not humane. Marrying in the past is equivalent to keeping a living widow. Is this good too?"

Lu Zhu and Mother Xu looked at their young lady with wide-eyed eyes, thinprince if the young lady wasn't really frightened? Also, since the fire, the young lady's performance had been abnormal. Wouldn't it be that the fire hurt not only the young lady's face, but also her brain?

Zhao Ling looked at their dumbfounded expressions, secretly amused, and said, "Don't worry, your lady knows that nothing will happen."

As the object of her future marriage, Zhao Ling specifically inquired about Wang Xuan and his people, and felt that the old emperor's lineage and, the object of her marriage, was just what she wanted, but it would be better if she didn't give the marriage now.

Prince Xuan's mansion was very famous in the Dasheng Dynasty. The former prince Xuan and the old prince Xuan were all admired heroes throughout the world.

They fought against foreign enemies throughout their lives, defended their homes and defended the country, and repelled countless infringements by small border countries such as Baozhi and Jinjin.

It was a pity that both died young. Neither of them lived beyond the age of forty. When the predecessor Xuan Wang died in battle, the current Xuan Wang Meng Yuanheng was only sixteen years old.

The people of the Xuan Palace were generally few. A few years after the death of the former prince Xuan, the former Princess Xuan also died of depression. Since then, Meng Yuanheng had been supporting the entire family business of the Xuan Palace with a weak body. It had been seven years since then.

Regarding the battle seven years ago, the people in the capital still couldn't help but sigh.

At that time, Baozhi's three hundred thousand army invaded the border and seized three cities in a row within a month. Zhengyang Pass was in a hurry. The whole country was alarmed and the people were shocked. If Zhengyang Pass was broken, Baozhi's army could drive straight in and point to Kyoto.

The predecessor prince Xuan was ordered to support Zhengyang Pass with a hundred thousand army, and within ten days he forced the enemy to retreat for thirty miles and regained two cities.

However, when he reached Jinjin City, he encountered the enemy's main attack, and was seriously injured, putting him in danger.

Meng Yuan rushed to the battlefield alone to save his father and drove Baozhi's army out of the border. When he returned to the court, he only brought back the ashes of the former prince Xuan. He was also scarred, with his legs crippled.

After that, Meng Yuan succeeded to the throne of prince Xuan, staying deep in the palace, living in a simple way and avoiding visitors. So, the Palace of Xuan Dynasty gradually faded out of people's sight.

Although Zhao Ling had never seen Meng Yuanheng, in these descriptions, she could still imagine how proud Meng Yuanheng was before the age of 16, and the scenery was boundless in description. Then such a proud man of heaven faced the fact that his legs were disabled and became a useless person. How to bear it?

But for her, Wang Xuan was really a better candidate than those who were healthy princes and grandsons. Physically disabled and inhumane? Then he wouldn't be able to marry a lot of concubines and aunts, so why would she be upset?

Both parents were dead, and the people were few? Then it showed that the personnel relations of the Xuan Palace were simple, and she didn't need to look at the faces of the in-laws.

Cold hearted and unfeeling, with indifferent personality? So did it mean that there would be plenty of free space for her in her future marriage life?

Just as Zhao Ling secretly made her own small calculations, another news came.

Prince Xuan asked for an order. "Due to his physical illness, he had not recovered yet. Please allow the emperor to postpone the marriage by one year. When he recovered without any problems, then he would marry according to the order."

Prince Xuan said that Emperor Ming could only correct the decree. Everyone knew that prince Xuan was sick and weak. He did not directly refuse to marry but only postponed the date of marriage. He already gave the emperor a lot of face, and Ming naturally knew the truth of acceptance when he saw it good.

When Zhao Ling heard this news, she couldn't help but give prince Xuan a thumbs up. Look at how good people said what they said. If one year later the body still did not recover, the marriage date could naturally be delayed.

After all, no one could guarantee when prince Xuan's body would recover, and to what extent he would be able to marry.

Since Wang Xuan was so "compassionate" to her, she naturally wanted to appreciate him. It's just that other people may not think so, such as Cui Mei and Zhao Ruo. Because Zhao Ruo was about to marry into the Royal Palace, the mother and daughter had recently become more rampant.

Seeing that Zhao Ling actually didn't even look down on her for having a crippled down-and-out prince as a future husband, and deliberately delayed the marriage date, it was on many occasions she was mocked overtly and secretly.

Their arrogance in front of Zhao Ling became more and more vivid.

Zhao Jiang was not concerned about prince Xuan's delay in his marriage. Anyway, he didn't care much about this eldest daughter in the first place. Anyway, the emperor's imperial decree for marriage had been issued. There was no difference to him.

Although Madame Zhao had guessed right about prince Xuan's thoughts, she was still a little bit jealous of prince Xuan's Mansion, so she could only watch the development.

Zhao Ling herself was calm and gentle, as if the protagonist of this incident was not herself. But when she saw Zhao Jiang that day, she asked him whether her marriage was settled, and whether the dowry left by her mother to Cui Mei could now be handed over to her. "Keep it for her."

She could remember that her mother's last words were that Cui Mei would hand over the dowry to Zhao Ling when she was of age. Now that she was eighteen, and it was logical that Cui Mei should have handed it over.

Hearing of this matter, Zhao Jiang was also impressed. So he called Cui Mei and asked her to transfer the list of dowry left by Zhao Su and the dowry in the warehouse to Zhao Ling.