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4.12

The General's Dishonesty (XII): Borrowing a Knife to Kill a Demon (Page 1/3)

"Have you told the Murong Mansion about the early wedding date?"

The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature at night was freezing. In the warm main room of the pavilion, Xu Maocai frowned and looked at someone who was a little lazy on the couch.

"Well..." Xu Weiran's eyes were still on the scroll, "I will naturally do what my second uncle ordered... I won't ruin your business."

The other party's expression was condensed.

"I didn't see my second uncle at the banquet in the palace today..." The servants were led away, and Xu Weiran personally took a sip of tea.

"What a coincidence, the prince is missing too."

"..."

"I have no interest in what my second uncle wants to do." The slightly cooled tea made the man frown, he put it down and continued, "...But don't stand on the wrong side...it will not look good if the Marquis's Mansion is implicated."

"You are so young, but you have learned to discuss the court?"

Xu Maocai waved his sleeves and scolded: "Not to mention that the Marquis's Mansion is loyal to the court, I hold such an important position as the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works, and I am favored by the emperor. How can I stand on the side!?"

"Really? I heard that... Sister Qingyu has caught the prince's favor?"

Xu Maocai was stunned, probably because he did not expect Xu Weiran to know about this: "How are you - do you still have feelings for Qingyu..."

The man looked up, his pair of icy eyes made people feel like a lump in the throat.

"...With my body, don't you think too much?" Xu Weiran couldn't read the book any more. He gently placed the thin scroll on the coffee table beside him. His slender eyes gave people the illusion of touching sharp ice in the warm room. "You want Murong Qingyu to marry the prince as a concubine, and I marry Miss Murong. The Marquis's Mansion, Murong's Mansion and the Eastern Palace are all in one. Not to mention that Shangshu Murong has been in the officialdom for many years and knows the consequences of foreign relatives interfering in politics. With the temper of the above person, what would he think?"

Today, the emperor generously rewarded the Marquis's Mansion at the banquet. It was not a consolation, but a warning.

"The prince has been sitting on the throne for almost ten years." He looked past Xu Maocai's gloomy eyes and cast his sights on the lanterns in the distance. The candlesticks in the lanterns were about to burn out, but they were still struggling to keep the last brilliance.

Counting it up, Xu Maocai has been adopted by the old marquis for twenty years...

The throne was in his pocket, but he had been looking up to it until now, and he dared not go beyond being cautious, fearing that he would see his intention. He should have inherited the title of Marquis, but the young master was not dead, and he monopolized the title openly, which made him feel resentful but dared not show it.

Day after day, year after year, he did not want to endure it, and could not endure it.

"Official career or title, which one does Second Uncle want?" Perhaps because it was cold, Xu Weiran pulled the fox fur blanket that fell at his feet closer to his body, and his face turned ruddy under the reflection of the red fox fur.

"...."

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[Host, Xu Maocai coveted the title of Marquis of Jinnan. You are not in a hurry, why did you kindly remind him? ] After that, the system thought more and more confused.