The Lover’s Prattle - Chapter 32.2 - General Slag [3.2]
When the left prime minister turned 60, there was a big banquet and party thrown for him; even the emperor came personally to wish him a happy birthday.
He Weiwen was 29 this year but still remained unmarried. His excuse was that he was busy helping with the emperor’s duties after returning from the border. Before that, the late emperor made some bad decisions, but because the emperor is never wrong, the He family had to bear the blame. All the descendants were punished to be stationed at the border, and they could not be called back.
However, when the situation was urgent before, the late emperor could not rid himself of He Weiwen. The latter personally had personally led 200,000 soldiers into battle before, so no one dared to refute him. Afterwards, since the late emperor’s imperial decree was no longer useful, He Weiwen naturally remained in the capital.
The emperor’s marriage is nearing soon, and although He Weiwen is older, many people were paying attention to him even more so than to the emperor.
The left prime minister’s eldest grandson had not yet made any notable achievements for himself yet and was looking to befriend He Weiwen. He was unable to meet He Weiwen in the imperial court, but could still contact him in private.
After drinking three rounds of wine in the lobby, the young emperor left the banquet early. He was there only to give a toast and show his grace; as a young man, he didn’t think it was a big deal. However, this occasion was big for the court officials, and the emperor inevitably had to entertain them. In the end, He Weiwen arranged for him to say a few words to everyone and then arranged for a carriage to bring him back to the palace.
The left prime minister’s grandson invited He Weiwen to go out to the courtyard to play chess and drink a few cups of alcohol. However, He Weiwen already knew what his intentions were. The left prime minister’s daughter turned 18 this year, and they had mentioned the idea of marriage to him a few years ago.
He Weiwen never accepted or rejected, and only said to wait until she was 18.
The ministers and generals drank copious amounts of alcohol out of large bowls. Even though He Weiwen was a high-ranking general and could afford to not drink with them, he still went with regulations and accompanied them in drinking.
Now, as he followed the prime minister’s grandson into the courtyard, they heard the music of a guqin nearby.
He Weiwen’s fingers rubbed against each other as he thought: this grandson’s schemes were not intelligent enough. Unfortunately, the latter was unable to see the four old maid servants went through half a month ago.
“Am I able to listen to this Miss play a song?” He Weiwen impatiently interrupted the music and asked the man beside him in annoyance.
The grandson’s eyes lit up in surprise and replied politely. “Of course, it is my sister’s honor, let me inform her.”
Inform? He Weiwen smirked and did not continue to put up a polite charade; instead, he turned his head away and looked at the surrounding blooming flowers.
Shang Ganzi was obviously requesting favors from He Weiwen, yet the former put on such a high and mighty tone to do so.
The pavilion in the middle of the courtyard by the lake was nicely arranged, looking like it took a lot of time and effort. The wooden bridge leading to the pavilion was engraved with a delicate bamboo pattern, one that He Weiwen often used.
Why weren’t there any maidservants making tea? He Weiwen came all this way without seeing a single maid; there were only manservants.
It seems that this prime minister’s granddaughter had no confidence in her looks, so she replaced all the girls with men.
However, at the age of 18, she was considered too old to marry. That was quite embarrassing in society, so he could not blame her.
After half a stick of incense time, the left prime minister’s granddaughter finally approached them. She walked out slowly carrying the guqin in her arms. A sheer white muslin cloth covered the bottom half of her face, leaving only her pale forehead and a pair of watery eyes. Every blink of hers brought out the tenderness in her eyes, and her eyelashes were as delicate and light as butterfly wings.
She greeted the two politely, albeit a bit more intimately to her brother. Her speech was both light and tender, full of womanly charm.
He Weiwen was a little drunk coming over, so he leaned his body into the seat of the pavilion. With one arm resting on the edge of the seat, he made a dismissive gesture with the other, “I’ve heard that this Miss was skilled at playing the guqin. I fortunately had the chance to hear you playing today.”
A soft smile grew on her face, and although a veil covered her face, the smile could be seen from her curved crescent eyes. As she swayed towards him, her long hair slid forward and half of it fell in front of her. Her pale pink skirt swayed with her, not being messed up at all.
“It’s Qingwen’s honor.” She spoke slowly and gently. Her name wasn’t originally Qingwen; she changed her name three years ago.
He Weiwen watched as she started to play guqin and thought lazily: why not just call a professional to play it? He was such a big, brawny, and uncouth general, was the left prime minister not afraid that he did not understand how to appreciate this?
After playing the song, Qingwen’s watery eyes looked softly over. He Weiwen sat up lazily, applauded, and casually said a few compliments.
Her eyes are more moist, and her gaze was overtly seductive.
The left prime minister’s grandson had already exited the pavilion long before Qingwen started playing.
The pavilion was surrounded by sheer curtains. QIngwen put down her guqin and turned to direct a servant, “He Ye, replenish the tea ~”
Her tone was especially gentle. The servant that stood opposite to her raised the small teapot and gently pulled his sleeves aside to pour the tea. His exposed wrists were white and slender. Afterwards, Qingwen leaned forward to add tea to the cup in front of her.
Her neck was fair, and her clavicles were appealing. Looking down, her dudou was faintly discernible, and he could see embroidered part of her skirt band.
The cup of tea poured slowly, giving him time to admire her.
The two people were very close to each other, and now his nose was full of the orchid scent of her body.
He Weiwen raised the tea cup, and the temperature of the tea inside was just right. He brought back the lid of the tea cup and tried to smell the scent of the tea, but he could only smell the lady that was beside him.
He Weiwen brought the teacup to his his lips but did not drink the tea. He Weiwen put the tea cup back on the table, got up and bowed, “I’m sorry, but something came up. I’ll be leaving first.”
He didn’t turn his head to see Qingwen’s reaction and directly left. He Weiwen took large steps and had already reached the wooden bridge a few steps. He took a moment to glance at the bamboo pattern carved on the wooden bridge and then moved on.
Perhaps his projections of appreciating things were too real and people genuinely thought he liked them. He Weiwen’s etiquette was extremely precise and polite, so everyone’s impression of him was elegant and refined. He often wore green bamboo and orchid patterns, so everyone thought that he appreciated these things.
Did these people suddenly forget when they said that he was only a wild man that guarded the borders?
I suddenly wanted to see that idiot.
The idiot that is like me.
We are both incompatible with society
But I learned to pretend.
—— [Black Box]