PFC Chapter 306 Suspicion
Chapter 306 Suspicion
Chapter 306 Suspicion
Chapter 306
Seeing the inquiring look in the Right Prime Minister's wife's eyes, A Bao continued, "This is a snack made by the chef of the Marquis' Mansion. It's very delicate. The young master must have been thinking of you and the Marquis, so he personally packed it up and brought it back for you to try."
When the Right Prime Minister's wife heard that it was a snack, and that her son had brought it specially, she understood. She nodded, knowing that Ah Bao's words were meant to flatter her. Her son certainly couldn't say such a nice, polite thing, and it was probably Ah Bao himself who added it. But she still felt deeply warmed by it. Her son had grown up and knew how to care for his mother and father.
She turned to look at her son again. Seeing him holding the oil-paper bag, he looked reluctant to let go. She no longer considered taking it from him. Instead, she tugged at his sleeve and led him into the hall. As they walked, she smiled apologetically at the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery, his wife, and Ye Yunzhou, then teased the Right Prime Minister, "Look at your son. He thinks of you, his father, whenever he has a little snack. He won't even give it to me."
"Haha."
The Right Prime Minister smiled brightly, his fingers rubbing against his neatly combed beard. His features were refined, his eyes filled with kindness. He shook his head and smiled at his wife's teasing, but replied seriously, "Of course not. He's your son, too, so he won't forget you." He gestured for Du Lingfeng to hand him the oil-paper bag.
Unexpectedly, Du Lingfeng stopped, unwilling to move forward or hand over the snack wrapped in oil paper in his hand to him.
The Right Prime Minister paused for a moment, his outstretched hand gazing at his wife. But after a brief moment, he turned to look at his son and asked, "Ling'er, what's going on? Dad won't give it to you, and Mom won't give it to you either. Are you planning on taking it back?"
Facing his question, Du Lingfeng just shook his head silently and said, "No."
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the Right Prime Minister became even more puzzled and asked, "You're not taking it back? Then who do you want to give the snacks to?"
Hearing his father ask this, Du Lingfeng picked up the oil-paper bag that he had carefully protected in his hand all the way, turned slightly, and walked towards Luo Shuiyao who was standing on the right rear side of the right prime minister and his wife.
The Right Prime Minister and his wife exchanged a glance. Seeing this situation, they both had a guess in their minds. As expected, Du Lingfeng walked up to Luo Shuiyao, handed her the oil-paper bag, and said, "Sister, eat... little sister."
"Huh?" Luo Shuiyao had been silently watching the heartwarming scene of the three of them, curious about Du Lingfeng's actions, but she hadn't expected him to actually hand something to her. She recalled the Right Prime Minister's wife's slightly jealous, coquettish expression towards the Right Prime Minister, and Du Lingfeng's somewhat confusing words. She was caught in a dilemma, not knowing whether to accept or not. She could only look helplessly at the Right Prime Minister and his wife.
The Right Prime Minister's wife noticed the helpless plea in her eyes and couldn't help but smile. She walked forward and explained, "Your brother means that since you are young, this snack should be given to you. Since he gave it to you, you should take it, but don't let his kindness down."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Right Prime Minister's wife had already walked to Luo Shuiyao's side.
After Luo Shuiyao heard her words, she confidently extended her hand to Du Lingfeng. Du Lingfeng handed the snack to her, his movements cautious, his face as indifferent as ever, showing no emotion.
The Right Prime Minister's wife saw a subtle flicker of joy in her son's eyes, and her smile deepened. She had been right. When had her son ever considered someone else? Even she, his biological mother, had never received such special treatment from him. But she wasn't jealous; instead, she was secretly delighted. She couldn't help but wonder if this meant her son would gradually become a normal person.
Thinking of this, she looked at Luo Shuiyao with eyes full of satisfaction. This girl was a good one, and the Prime Minister's Mansion would naturally not treat her unfairly.
Luo Shuiyao wasn't stupid; she could detect the change in the Right Prime Minister's wife's expression, and her grip around the snacks unconsciously relaxed a bit. She already had a good impression of Du Lingfeng, and if she could help him recover as the Right Prime Minister and his wife wished, she was willing to cooperate.
The Marquis of Zhongyong and his wife chatted with the Right Prime Minister and his wife for a while. Finally, at the Right Prime Minister's insistence, they left everything they had brought behind. The Right Prime Minister's wife said, "Yaoyao is already our daughter. These things were just a gift for us. How can we take them back?"
Luo Shuiyao couldn't refuse, and finally accepted it with some embarrassment at Ye Yunzhou's suggestion.
After seeing off Du Lingfeng, who was reluctant to leave, and the Right Prime Minister and his wife, the atmosphere in the Marquis' Mansion became quiet again.
Luo Shuiyao watched the carriage from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion gradually disappear into the distance before she, Ye Yunzhou, and the others entered the inner chambers. They once again discussed the matter of parting. The Marquis's wife, embarrassed and filled with guilt, softly advised, "Yaoyao, it's your fault. I wrongly accused you without thoroughly investigating the whole story. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, why are you still so determined to leave? Why don't you stay in the mansion? That way, your aunt can make amends to you later."
Hearing this, Luo Shuiyao smiled in relief, without a trace of resentment, and said, "Aunt, you're too kind. This was all a misunderstanding, so how could I blame you? It's just that I've already bought a house, and I'm really sorry to have disturbed you for so long. Yaoyao would like to thank you for your careful care these days."
The Marquis' wife felt a little reluctant after hearing this, and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Ye Yunzhou. "Mother, Cousin Luo will become the goddaughter of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion. I'm sure they'll hold a recognition ceremony soon. It wouldn't be appropriate for her to continue living in our mansion. If His Majesty knew, he'd probably be suspicious. It's best not to try to persuade her any further."
After hearing her eldest son's words, the Marquis's wife hesitated for a moment and turned to look at the Loyal and Brave Marquis. The Loyal and Brave Marquis nodded slightly, a gesture of affirmation.
Ye Yunzhou's words were indeed not alarmist. The Marquis of Zhongyong held a high position among the military officials, with the Marquis as the head of the military, while the Right Prime Minister was the head of the civil service. The two had always been at loggerheads in the court, but if the two families had no contact at all, it would have seemed strange and aroused suspicion. Therefore, some personal interactions were unavoidable. However, if the relationship became too close, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
If Luo Shuiyao were to marry out of the Marquis's mansion, even if she were to marry into the Right Prime Minister's mansion, in His Majesty's eyes, she would be nothing more than a commoner with no official status within the Marquis's mansion, unable to stir up any major disturbance. Someone like His Majesty, at the heart of power, controlling the affairs of the world, would never hold women in high regard. However, if Luo Shuiyao were to be adopted as a godparent by either the Marquis's mansion or the Right Prime Minister's mansion, and officially recorded in the family tree, the situation would be completely different. If she were to reside in the Marquis's mansion for an extended period and frequently interact with the Right Prime Minister's mansion, His Majesty would undoubtedly harbor suspicions and feel that something was amiss.