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Huayang thanked him.
The Xuande Emperor was about to wave her off when Huayang spoke up about her purpose for coming with the group.
The Xuande Emperor was taken aback. "You, you just said who? Who are you planning to make a Consort? Yongxin Marquis?!"
Yongxin Marquis had fought against Dayu multiple times, and the Emperor held him in high regard, willing to offer ten cities as a bride price.
"Ten cities? Which ten cities?"
In his shock, the Xuande Emperor blurted out the question, immediately regretting it. He stole a glance at Qi Xiaomian, only to find the young man looking completely unconcerned. This attitude frustrated the Xuande Emperor.
"A Mian, what do you think about this matter?"
Qi Xiaomian replied, "Is there even a need to think? My father will definitely not agree."
The Xuande Emperor suddenly felt a twinge of bitterness. "You really forget your pain once the scars heal. Your uncle can never compare to your real father."
Qi Xiaomian retorted in a strange tone, "It's called being a Consort in nice terms, but in reality, it's just marrying into the family. What decent family would agree to a man marrying in?"
Huayang Master had already spread the word about this matter; many people in the streets knew. "My father was involved in some trouble back in the day for a reason, and now it seems more normal. When he heard the rumors, he insisted on leading martial artists to take down the Dayu Group. I had to talk him out of it. I told him that His Majesty knows right from wrong and would refuse directly like he did."
But reality was different.
Qi Xiaomian looked dejected. "It's just following the rules, but because it's a prince causing trouble, you've ignored me for months. Now you're even considering making me marry into their family."
"You blame me for saying your uncle can't compare to your real father? I want to blame you too; after all, a nephew can never compare to a son."
The Xuande Emperor had never heard Qi Xiaomian speak to him like this before. Feeling guilty and reflecting on the past, he realized he had indeed neglected this child during this time and had favored others instead.
When he looked at Qi Xiaomian again, he saw a rare glimpse of childishness as Qi Xiaomian turned his head away in disregard. The Xuande Emperor felt a flicker of affection reignite within him.
Forget it; for the sake of ten cities, letting a minister marry into their family would sound terrible and might alienate other ministers as well. He decided to let this matter go.
Suppressing his reluctance, the Xuande Emperor struggled to announce his decision when another official stepped forward. "Your Majesty, this matter requires careful consideration. Huayang Master still needs to stay in Jingjing City for some time; we are not in a hurry."
The Xuande Emperor found those words quite appealing; ten cities were indeed tempting and required thorough deliberation.
Feigning curiosity, he asked what others thought about it.
The court had become lively again, with some in agreement and others dissenting. The Xuande Emperor saw that the arguments had reached a peak and dismissed the other officials, leaving only Qi Xiaomian behind.
He reached out to pat the boy's head. "You little rascal, still holding a grudge against your uncle, huh? A Mian, your uncle has been caught up in too many matters lately and has neglected you. I understand your grievances, but next time, you mustn't speak like that in court."
"It's been a long time since you've had a meal with your uncle. Come on, I'll have the Imperial Kitchen prepare some of your favorite dishes. Your uncle remembers that you love the braised Pork Knuckle made by Guo the Chef; you could eat three bowls of rice every time!"
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