The Virtuous Concubine

"She has already given birth to two boys for her husband, and the youngest is as old as Fourteen. I'm afraid it won't satisfy the Emperor."

Kangxi immediately laughed out loud: "Forget it, forget it, I just said it casually. It's a pity that you can't get closer to the prince."

Malu's hands hidden in her sleeves were quietly clenched, her nails almost digging into her palms. This kind of conversation really made her feel very uncomfortable, but she had to cheer up and deal with Kangxi until she sent him away.

However, the next day, Malu arranged everything and handed the corresponding regulations directly to Bai Qian, asking her to hand them over to Chen Xin openly.

When the prince saw the contents here, his heart skipped a beat.

The Emperor actually asked her to personally arrange for his concubine to enter the palace?

He quickly asked Bai Qian: "How is the queen? What's her reaction?"

Bai Qian lowered her eyes and replied, "Your Highness, everything is normal."

The prince held his forehead, feeling overwhelmed. Either she was jealous and angry and would ignore him, or she simply didn't care.

Neither of the two answers was what the prince wanted, and it would hurt him to give up either one.

The prince originally wanted Bai Qian to tell Malu that he would leave the palace to find her to relieve his longing for her on the day she attended the Fourth Prince's wedding banquet, but he hesitated at this moment.

Forget it. Malu must be angry now and may not be willing to see me then.

I can only think of ways to make her happy when the time comes.

Time flies, and soon it is the day of the Fourth Prince's wedding. The dowry of the Guaerjia family was delivered to the prince's palace yesterday. As expected of a Manchurian family, they are well-off. Even though Malu has been in the palace for many years and is used to seeing treasures, she was a little surprised to see so many dowries.

Yonghe Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, which made the usually stern face of the Fourth Prince look more festive. After the Fourth Prince, wearing a bright red dragon robe and patched clothes, performed the three kneeling and nine kowtows ceremony to the Empress Dowager and the Emperor, he hurried to Malu to perform the two kneeling and six kowtows ceremony.

At the same time, the General Manager of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Vice Commander of the Guards, together with a wedding procession of sixty people, were carrying an eight-man sedan chair wrapped in red satin to pick up Guaerjia.

Different from being cautious and honest in front of Kangxi, he was obviously more relaxed in Yonghe Palace, and his expression showed a little more affection and warmth.

Seeing his mother, the fourth prince's eyes moistened slightly, and he knelt on the ground and performed the two kneeling six kowtows ceremony, his movements were meticulous. Ma Lu also accepted the ceremony generously and told him to stand up.

"Mother, my son is getting married today. From now on, I will definitely support my wife and ask her to always respect you and serve you wholeheartedly, in order to fulfill her filial duty."

Malu looked at her son who had already married and scolded him, "If I were your wife's biological mother, I would be really angry right now and kick you out. This girl was raised with great respect and wealth, and she came to your house to enjoy life, not to serve you. I want someone to serve me? Don't say things that girls don't like to hear."

The Fourth Prince obviously did not catch up with Malu, but he was moved at the moment. As the saying goes, once married, a man will remember the difficulties his mother went through.

The Fourth Prince was obviously ill at the moment. He believed whatever Malu said and repeatedly promised that he would treat Fu Jin well.

Wen Xian has been dressed very festively these days, just like the golden boy and jade girl sitting under Guanyin. It's a pity that the golden boy who was teaming with her is still helping others write homework every night in Jiangnan.

Hearing Malu say this, she couldn't stop laughing: "Fourth brother has this problem of being dumb with words. Did mother know this for the first time? Parents and children should do the hard work when there is something to do. If mother has something to do, fourth brother will definitely not be lazy, right fourth brother?"

The Fourth Prince glared at Wen Xian who was revising the Analects of Confucius, and waited obediently for Malu to change into going-out clothes - the Emperor had ordered that when he left the palace today, he must take his mother with him so that she could see some happy events to relax.

Originally, Kangxi wanted to arrange for Malu to formally visit the Fourth Prince's residence in the form of a visit to his parents, so that the newlyweds could pay their respects directly to their parents.

But Malu refused, thinking that this was too much, and that Concubine Hui and Concubine Rong, whose sons were already married, would certainly have objections. After all, the most taboo in the palace was favoritism, and she was well aware of the principle that "it is not the lack of wealth that is worrying, but the inequality of wealth".

Kangxi also thought it made sense, so he agreed to let her dress up as an ordinary noblewoman and go there in a low profile, just to make herself comfortable and avoid a lot of trouble and disputes. While praising Malu for her understanding, he couldn't help but laugh at her: "It seems that the root of Wenxian and Yinzuo's love of disguise lies in you."

Malu quickly changed into her going-out clothes and followed the Fourth Prince to the carriage.

Malu looked up at the red lacquered and carved sedan chair and thought that this was a grand wedding. It was much bigger than an ordinary carriage. She got on the carriage alone.

After the Fourth Prince waited for Malu to get on the carriage, he jumped onto the horse that had just been brought over. He pulled the reins, and the horse neighed and held its head high before leading the way.

Today, he was in high spirits and riding a horse galloping, and he really didn't want to stay in the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was spacious, like a small mobile house. In the middle of the carriage was a yellow rosewood table, on which were fruits, snacks, and tea. However, Malu didn't pour any tea for fear of spilling it on himself during the bumpy ride.

The carriage rumbled forward, but unexpectedly, after not long, a slight knocking sound suddenly came from under the seat. At first, Malu thought that the carriage accidentally hit a stone on the road or an object on the street, and did not take it seriously.

But when she listened carefully, the knocking sounds seemed to have a wonderful rhythm, again and again, and the more she listened, the more familiar it sounded.

It was like... like a piece of music that the prince had once played with her!

Malu suppressed her guess and kept groping in the carriage with her hands, touching the wooden board with her fingertips, feeling carefully, and finally found a slightly loose board. She did not push the board away, but followed the rhythm of the beating inside and hummed the song.

The two men sang in unison for a while, and the prince finally couldn't hold back anymore and rolled out from the compartment under the carriage seat.

When he got up, the prince's braids were a little loose, and his guard uniform was full of wrinkles, but the prince's eyes were shining, and he asked: "Did you miss me?"

When Malu saw someone suddenly rolling out from below, he was shocked at first and leaned back subconsciously. When he saw that the person was indeed the prince, he was surprised and worried: "Why are you here!"

After saying this, the joy of seeing each other again overwhelmed the fear and surprise, and Malu couldn't help but smile with curved eyebrows: "Like a mouse, hiding everywhere."

The prince was not annoyed. He raised his hand to pat the dust off the guard's uniform, then sat down next to Malu to talk. He was so close that he could smell the jasmine scent in her hair.

He leaned over and pressed Malu firmly into the corner, "I asked you first, so you should answer me first. Do you miss me?"

Malu's cheeks flushed slightly. She wanted to pull back the prince's hand, but found that he held it even tighter. She could only spit softly: "Who would miss you? Your beautiful wife and concubines are about to enter Yuqing Palace, so how could you miss me?"