After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

Shang Tingli was stunned.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoyan's heart skipped a beat and she asked in panic, "Then the prince is not good to Xiaoli?"

The woman in front of me is already thirty years old. She may have a husband who loves her as much as before, and she has no children to worry about. She looks like she is only thirty years old, and she is still beautiful. At this moment, her eyes are full of panic and worry that her daughter has married the wrong man. If my mother were still alive, I think she would look like this.

Shang Tingli's eyes warmed up and tears welled up in his eyes. He suddenly hugged Zhang Xiaoyan's arm, smiled and shook his head: "Nothing is wrong. The princess is a very good person, my sister is gentle and my brother is cute, and my life is not bad."

Zhang Xiaoyan said: "That's good, that's good."

Seeing that she didn't mention the prince, she stopped asking. This look, even if it's not good, it's not bad either. It's good enough that they can treat each other with respect.

"I thought that you would come back in a hurry and leave in a hurry this year just like in previous years, and it would be difficult for us to even see each other." Zhang Xiaoyan sighed.

In the past, she waited and waited, just waiting for the little girl to light the candles for her deceased parents.

"I will not do it again."

Shang Tingli stared at the hibiscus flowers on the roadside in a trance. Under the bright yellow light of the floor-standing garden lamp, the red flowers of the hibiscus looked as if they were covered in powder.

Over the years, every time she came back to pay respect to her parents, she was always in a hurry. Pan's minions urged her to go out and visit her old friends. Pan locked up the dowry left by her parents, and she couldn't even resist. At that time, she always hated herself for being stupid and unable to stand up.

But, I won’t do that anymore.

"Okay, okay—"

Zhang Xiaoyan was a little choked up, and the word she said the most today was "good".

"What about you and Uncle Ming? Are you doing well? Why are you like my parents, staying here and not wanting to move?" Shang Tingli asked.

In theory, those who have served for three years and have made achievements can report to the capital. Qiu Ming, like her father, is a good official who works hard for the people. His achievements are definitely not bad, and he has a good reputation among the people. He has been in office for more than five years, and will soon be six years old. He should have been promoted long ago.

What made Qiu Ming stay in the small town of Nanwu? Was she like her father, unable to move for the rest of her life?

"Oh..." Zhang Xiaoyan sighed, "There are many talented people in Beijing, and your uncle Ming is not the only one. Besides, it's not bad to be a local emperor here."

She looked so smiling that it didn't seem like she was telling a lie against her will.

Shang Tingli smiled and said, "Aunt Yan is open-minded."

With a husband who loves and respects her by her side, and with her status as the most honorable woman in the city, she lives a free and easy life in the small town.

If it were her, she would not be willing to let go.

Zhang Xiaoyan laughed and said, "How can I be open-minded? I am just lazy. I am used to a relaxed life here. I don't like dealing with people. I am too lazy to spend my energy to deal with them."

"That's right. It's your own life to live. You should accept both the good and the bad," said Shang Tingli.

Zhang Xiaoyan: “That’s right.”

……

The moonlight outside is like silver, and the lights in the study are bright.

Qiu Ming got straight to the point and said, "Your Highness is not resting in the room, but do you have something to ask me?"

Ke Xin smiled and said, "I can't hide it from Master Qiu."

Qiu Ming laughed in silence and shook his head.

"Sir Qiu, it's a rainy day with frequent heavy rains. Has the Nan River on the street ever been flooded?" Ke Xin asked bluntly.

Qiu Ming replied: "Of course there have been a few floods, but don't worry, my lord. The river bank is high and the walls are not low, so the water can't rise up."

It rained continuously yesterday, and perhaps the water has not yet receded, but it has definitely not reached the point of breaking through the wall, and is still quite a distance from the ground.

Ke Xin pondered for a moment, then asked, "What about the various states and counties? Have any bad news come from them?"

When he thought about what the Crown Princess was thinking, the flood might happen earlier than expected, and it was difficult for him to remain indifferent and watch from the sidelines.

Qiu Ming shook his head: "No."

Ke Xin remained silent, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

After a while, Qiu Ming broke the silence and asked, "When did the prince marry Xiaoli?"

At the dinner table, he could see clearly that the two young people did not seem to be close, but like newly married strangers.

Ke Xin was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to ask this. He was silent for a moment before answering: "June 3rd."

Qiu Ming was also stunned for a moment. It was indeed a short time since they got married, only about a month ago. He asked tentatively, "But is it the parents' order or the matchmaker's words?"

Ke Xin said: "The Queen Mother has granted the marriage by decree."

"It was the Queen Mother who arranged the marriage..." Qiu Ming murmured, then he slowly sighed and bowed to him, saying, "Please allow me to put aside my status and speak a few words from my heart."

Ke Xin glanced at him and said, "Master Qiu, just keep talking."

He could vaguely guess what Qiu Ming was going to say.

Qiu Ming sat with his back to the palace lantern. His face was hidden in the darkness, so his expression could not be seen clearly, but one could hear the seriousness in his words.

He said, "I am an old friend of Xiaoli's father, and I used to love her like a half-daughter. This girl is a poor child, her parents died early, and she has never met her uncle, the Marquis of Yizhong, in the past few years."

At this point, he paused, glanced at Ke Xin, and continued: "Prince, I am a layman. I don't believe that my uncle, who has never had any feelings, can be kind to Xiaoli without reservation. So, Prince--"

Ke Xin said, "Master Qiu, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."

Qiu Ming bowed again: "I just hope that the prince can give Xiaoli some respect. Not to mention pampering her, at least don't look down on her. Shangjing City is a place that flatters the powerful and bullies the weak. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of outsiders, Xiaoli is just an orphan. I hope that the prince can protect her a little."

……

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the Milky Way. The stars dot the night sky together. Under the bright moonlight, fireflies flash their little lanterns to decorate the summer night. The cool breeze blows by, and the sound of insects can be heard in my ears.

Shang Tingli came back from the garden and happened to meet Ke Xin coming back from the front yard.

The two of them entered the house together.

Ke Xin asked, "When do we set off tomorrow?"

He subconsciously thought that she was going to worship her parents tomorrow.

Shang Tingli was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said, "It's not tomorrow, it's the day after tomorrow."

Her parents’ memorial day is July 25th, and tomorrow is July 24th.

"We'll set out early the day after tomorrow. I want to go out and take a look at the streets tomorrow."

[I didn't have time to go see the Nanhe River today, but I have to go there tomorrow. I don't know if I can convince Uncle Ming to raise and reinforce the fence.]

"Okay." Ke Xin found a chair and sat down, "Go wash up first."

Shang Tingli was not polite to him and directly ordered Fang Zhi, "Fang Zhi, fetch some water."

Fang Zhi bent her knees and went out to fetch water as if she was familiar with the route.

Gan Tang went to help find Zhongyi and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "The courtyard has changed a lot. It's no longer the same as before."

Shang Tingli laughed and said with relief: "The past is the past, and the present is the present. Everything will change more or less."

Gan Tang lowered his eyes: "I'm just not used to it."

Shang Tingli said, "You don't need to get used to it. We are guests this time."

Gan Tang shut up angrily. The host and the guest are of course different.