The Weng family had decided to send Ye Yueying away once Madam Weng recovered from her illness. However, plans couldn’t keep up with changes.
On the first day of November, Weng Senior Master was summoned by the Magistrate for a lengthy discussion. Upon his return to the residence, his face was glowing with joy.
"Master, why are you so happy? Did something good happen?"
Madam Weng asked with a pleasant smile.
Weng Senior Master laughed heartily several times: "Good news, monumental good news. The Great Grandson has issued an edict, asking me to report to Beijing at the end of the year."
Upon hearing this, the entire Weng household was overjoyed.
But there was always someone rational in the Weng family. The eldest Weng son looked at Weng Senior Master with confusion: "Father, why has the Great Grandson suddenly called you to Beijing for duty?"
It wasn’t that he looked down upon his father. After all, his father was merely a fifth-rank associate official in Youzhou Prefecture. In all of Daxia, there were countless prefectures and countless officials of similar rank.
The Great Grandson was so busy; it’s doubtful he even knew of his father.
The smile on Weng Senior Master’s face paused as he coughed lightly and replied, "Ren Feng, the Liaodong Commander, had formed factions and framed colleagues. Ye Jingwu, my brother-in-law, exposed his wrongdoings and was consequently killed. Now Ren Feng has met his end, and the Great Grandson, in his benevolence, has declared Ye Jingwu a loyal and virtuous minister, asking me to bring Yueying to Beijing to receive the honors."
As those words were spoken, the expressions of everyone in the Weng household shifted dramatically.
Why had they dared to bully Ye Yueying so readily? For one, she had no one to rely on. And two, the Ye family’s downfall had ruined their influence and connections.
Now that the Great Grandson had personally referred to Ye Jingwu as a loyal and virtuous minister, didn’t this mean Ye Yueying was on the verge of a reversal in fortune?
Weng Senior Master was well aware of his family’s nature, especially his wife’s temperament. Fearing she might act rashly, he added, "No matter how things unfold, our family remains Yueying’s only relatives. When she marries in the future, the only ones she can rely on are us."
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Madam Weng’s expression softened significantly.
A bride without her natal family’s backing gains no footing in her marital home. If Ye Yueying wanted a better life in her later years, she’d still have to depend on the Weng family.
Seeing that his wife had come to terms, Weng Senior Master prepared to visit Madam Weng’s courtyard. Before leaving, he instructed Madam Weng to pack, saying, "Start packing. Given this duty in Beijing, I suspect we’ll be stationed there long term."
The Ye family earned merit, but with Ye Yueying as its sole surviving member—and she being a mere young woman—their merit naturally transferred to the Weng family who had taken her in.
The Great Grandson had personally summoned him to Beijing, meaning he would undoubtedly remain stationed in the capital next year.
At this thought, Weng Senior Master couldn’t suppress his excitement. He never expected that he’d have the chance to serve in Beijing within his lifetime!
Everyone was elated, except for the eldest Weng daughter.
The eldest Weng daughter was so anxious she nearly broke into tears: "Mother, if you all leave, what about me?"
Madam Weng, having not comprehended the issue, smiled and said, "Naturally, you’ll come with us to Beijing."
The eldest Weng daughter: "But what about my engagement to the Qi family?"
At this point, she was filled with regret. Had she known they would be heading to Beijing, she wouldn’t have rushed to arrange her betrothal with the second son of the Qi family.
Beijing, being the imperial city, was home to countless wealthy families. Even randomly selecting one would likely be better than the Qi family.
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