Yun Zishu raised her eyes and looked at the Prince's Mansion in the early morning. The pavilions, pavilions, rockery, waterside pavilions, and garden corridors were all immersed in the bright morning light, quietly showing a noble and quiet beauty.
"I have ordered Aunt Shi to prepare some portraits of the princes of the Imperial City family. Someone will send them to the four of them today, and they will also tell you about their general identities and temperaments." Sicang said calmly, "Before the wedding ceremony, let me
They can choose more than one man of their choice."
What?
Yun Zishu was stunned: "More than one?"
"Don't get me wrong." Sicang quickly explained, "It's not to make them polyandrous, but to make their decision easier."
Yun Zishu quickly understood what he meant: "The purpose of giving these portraits of young men from aristocratic families is to get a better understanding of their appearance, interests and family background as quickly as possible. No matter who they choose,
, it may not be possible, because the young master from aristocratic families may not like them at all?"
Sicang nodded: "Yes."
"I think the young men from aristocratic families should be chosen first." Yun Zishu smiled faintly, "After all, women are reserved and shy and can't hide their face."
Sicang nodded slowly: "You can think of a way that is acceptable to both parties."
"The sooner this matter is handled, the better." Yun Zishu frowned slightly, "They came to Dongyou as dowry girls. The longer they stay in the Prince's Mansion, the more firmly the young masters of the aristocratic families will believe that they are
Once your people are really labeled as belonging to the prince, others will stay away."
Although Wu Jingyi and Yun Baozhu did not get along well with her, and she was too lazy to bother with their affairs, this matter was not a trivial matter, and it was better to do it as soon as possible to avoid being entangled in the future.
What's more, Tang Qiao and Gu Qingyan are innocent women after all, and their life-long events should not be delayed.
The youth of a girl's family is short-lived, and her marriage cannot be delayed.
"Then let the emperor propose the marriage." Sicang's tone was calm, as if he had decided on an insignificant matter casually, "Give me a son from a well-known family who has a suitable status and will not participate in the dispute for the throne."
Yun Zishu was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "That's okay. If they are a good match in terms of status, they won't be wronged. If they don't participate in the battle for the reserve, they can live peacefully in the future and don't have to worry about their future fate."
The matter was settled for the time being. Although the decision was made between the two of them while chatting, Sicang was always a decisive person. He walked around with Yun Zishu in the prince's residence for half an hour, and then entered the palace.
Today's Emperor Wu is a warlike king. When he was young, he recovered several small countries around him and fought more than forty battles, large and small, which fully doubled the territory of Dongyou in the east, south and north directions, making him the strongest in the continent today.
One country.
However, the injuries all over his body were caused by years of fighting. As he got older, he would have pain here and there. The root causes of the old injuries often recurred, as if they were punishment for the cruel wars he had waged when he was young.
I don't know since when, the emperor's palace began to be filled with a strong smell of medicine. Almost every day, imperial doctors came in and out, taking turns to greet the emperor and take his pulse.
When Sicang asked to see him, the imperial doctor had not yet left the emperor's palace. The emperor leaned on the bedside slightly tiredly and said, "Let the prince come in."
Sicang quickly walked into the palace, and the imperial doctor saluted him respectfully. He felt unreasonably afraid of the prince who had just returned to the imperial city and was full of cold and evil aura.
The emperor raised his head and looked at Sicang, with some relief in his eyes: "You are very similar to me when I was young, very similar."
Sicang was indifferent.
"Before I came back, I was still a little uncertain in my heart. I was worried that you had been raised crookedly outside these years, or that you had really been trained to be a cold-blooded and ruthless killing tool. You had no thoughts of your own, no emotions, no strategy, no
He knows how to be flexible..." The emperor closed his eyes gently, "He even just follows the orders of others."
"I let you down."
The imperial doctors' hearts trembled, and they stood aside uneasily, wanting to remind the prince not to be rude to the emperor. However, when the father and son were talking, it seemed a bit unnecessary for them to suddenly interrupt.
"No, I'm not disappointed at all." The emperor smiled, with indescribable relief on his face, "I'm very happy."
After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please step aside. I will talk to the prince."
The imperial doctor and the palace attendants all bowed and left.
Before leaving, the head of the Taiyuan Hospital did not forget to remind Sicang, "Your Highness, the Emperor is weak. Remember not to make the Emperor happy, sad, anxious or angry."
Sicang's expression was indifferent and he ignored it.
Seeing this, the chief minister of the Taiyuan Hospital was frightened. He secretly knew that this prince was really not easy to get along with, and his temper was so cold that it was rare to see him.
Which of the princes and princes in the family do not treat others with a smile? Although everyone has their own little calculations, in order to get the throne, one is more graceful than the other, has long sleeves and is good at dancing, and treats others with a smile to win people's hearts, but it is better than this iceberg face.
Be more at ease.
At least you won't get chills, right?
The imperial doctors and palace officials withdrew one after another, leaving only the emperor and Sicang in the inner palace.
"Although you disappeared and wandered away twenty years ago, your name has always been recorded in the royal family genealogy and has never been erased." The emperor said, "Your surname is Dongling, and the word 'Cang' in your name means that you will be Dongyou.
As the emperor, no one can take your place."
Sicang looked at him expressionlessly, showing no reaction to these words.
"You are my son-"
"Your Majesty has misunderstood." Sicang said indifferently, "I am not anyone's son, and there are no relatives of mine in Dongyou. Your Majesty, there is no need to discuss family ties with me."
The emperor choked: "You are indeed my son."
"The reason why I came back to Dongyou is just because Dongyou needs a crown prince." Sicang looked at him, his eyes extremely calm, with a cold and ruthless luster hidden in his eyes, "You need a crown prince, and I need a prince."
The Dongyou royal family uses it as leverage to achieve their goals."
"Goal?" The emperor raised his eyebrows, "What is your goal?"
Si Cangdan said: "Conquer Jiuzhou and become the common master of the world."
When the emperor heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Is this what you really think?"
Sicang said nothing, his face was cold and distant, like a handsome and noble ice sculpture.
The emperor looked at him without saying a word, as if he saw his younger self in him. This was his own son. Not only did he look like him, but his temperament and ambition were almost exactly the same.
Conquer the world and make Dongyou the common master of the world.
Looking at the entire Dongyou royal family, who dares to have such a big ambition? Those clan princes are still doing everything possible to please him and compete for the position of heir apparent, but Sicang has his eyes set on the entire world.
A smile appeared on Emperor Wu's face: "Tell me, your purpose of coming to see me today."
"Granting marriage to the four bridesmaids of Princess Dayong." Sicang said calmly, "The sooner the better."