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Chapter 228: Red Mansion Lady Xing 48

Grandmother Jia couldn't help but feel resentful. She cursed inwardly, "This girl Yu is such an ungrateful person! Since she left the Jia Mansion, she has never come back to visit an old woman like me!"

She originally thought that this was Min'er's daughter, but she was her own granddaughter! She also had some affection for this child. She once thought that Baoyu would marry her and create a happy marriage.

At this time, in the Wen residence, Lin Daiyu was in a very good mood. Under Mrs. Wen's careful teaching, she learned a lot about managing household chores, which benefited her a lot and made her full of confidence in her future life. In this unfamiliar environment, Lin Daiyu felt unprecedented peace of mind and comfort.

The banquet was very lively. Wang Xifeng was dressed up in her best. She was smiling and chatting with the guests, showing her versatility.

However, beneath the lively appearance, people's hearts are different.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little tipsy. At this time, Wang Xifeng picked up the wine glass and walked to Jia's mother. She was smiling, her eyes were sly, and she said flatteringly: "Grandma, look, our Ying'er has grown up now! Look at his appearance now, he is elegant and dignified, and he will definitely attract the attention of many famous ladies in the capital! This is all thanks to your careful teaching of Ying'er!" After that, Wang Xifeng handed the wine glass in her hand to Jia's mother and said: "Come, Grandma, I toast you a glass!"

After hearing this, Jia's mother's expression lightened up a little, and she snorted coldly, "How can this child compare to Baoyu?"

When Xing Yuling heard this, her face turned unhappy and she was about to get angry but was stopped by her son.

"We don't see each other often, but now that I see my brother Ying, I know that he is such a god-like person!" Jia Baoyu said as he looked at the man in front of him. He saw that his temples were as sharp as a knife, his eyebrows were as black as ink, his face was like peach petals, and his eyes were like stars. He was really a good-looking man.

Jia Ying frowned, showing a hint of disgust, and looked at Jia Baoyu coldly. He had no good feelings towards this so-called cousin, and even felt a little disgusted. The atmosphere between the two seemed a little awkward and tense.

Everyone present felt that the atmosphere was not good.

"Brother Ying must be tired after the long journey. I'll take him back to rest first." Xing Yuling stood up unhappily.

Seeing this, Jia Ying's mouth curled slightly, and he slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, then gently patted his robe a few times, and then slowly stood up. His slow and elegant movements seemed to show everyone a kind of nobility and confidence.

"Okay, you all should rest early." Grandmother Jia nodded and gestured for them to leave indifferently.

Xing Yuling took Jia Ying out of the banquet hall, and she remained silent all the way. Jia Ying understood why his mother was unhappy.

"Mom, don't worry, no one will make you unhappy in the future"

Xing Yuling sighed deeply, with a complex emotion in her eyes. She stared at her grown-up son quietly, and a sense of inexplicable emotion and relief surged in her heart. Now he was taller than her, standing in front of her, looking particularly tall and straight. As he grew older, his appearance gradually changed, and he became more and more like that man - the man who once made her heart beat, but eventually left.

After returning to the East Courtyard.

"I can't help you with anything now, just take these back."

Xing Yuling handed the small box that she had already prepared to Jia Ying.

Most of the money inside is silver and gold bills, and the numbers on each bill are so large that people can't help but gasp. These silver and gold bills are not ordinary wealth. They were all looted from Jia's mother and Wang's wife. After so many years of accumulation and cashing out, it has now become a huge fortune.

There are still a lot of things left in the personal space. They are marked and difficult to deal with, so they are just left there.

Jia Ying took the box and felt the heavy weight inside, and he was moved. He knew what the money meant to his mother, as it was the hard work she had accumulated over the years.

"Mom, thank you. But I can't accept this money, you can keep it for yourself." Jia Ying pushed the box back to Xing Yuling.

Xing Yuling insisted, "Take it. You will need money in the future."

Jia Ying finally accepted it.

Three days later, news came from the palace: "Kangping County Prince died of illness." This news made the prince's lineage extremely sad and also caused some confusion.

After receiving the news of Prince Kangping's death, the retired emperor thought of his own crown prince and directly ordered that his funeral rites be raised to the level of a prince.

After hearing the news, the ministers in the court rushed to the palace to express their condolences and offer incense to express their respect and remembrance for the Prince of Kangping. The princes and nobles also went to the palace to pay their respects.

Inside the palace, the sound of funeral music echoed in the low voice, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and the mourning hall was filled with flowers, incense, candles and offerings.

Xing Yuling wore plain clothes and followed Jia She to the Prince's Mansion to pay homage. She just sighed a few times in her heart and burned a few incense sticks sincerely. Then she followed the female family members to the backyard to pay homage to the Queen Mother.

Because of her gradually weakening health, Jia's mother could not stand for long periods of time, so she had to ask the eldest wife to represent Rongguo Mansion to attend the prince's funeral.

Mrs. Wang stood in the distance, staring straight ahead. When she saw Jia She taking Xing Yuling to the palace to worship and burn incense, she couldn't help but feel a strong hatred in her heart.

"Hmph!" She gnashed her teeth and cursed in a low voice, "That damn Jia She took that bitch to the palace! I am also a royal lady, why am I not qualified?"

Mrs. Wang couldn't help but put the blame on Jia Zheng, secretly complaining why he was not the heir to Rongguo Mansion. If Jia Zheng became the heir, she would feel like the moon in the center of the crowd, and she could enjoy the envy and flattery of those people.

Xing Yuling hid among the wives of ministers and was not conspicuous. She followed the crowd and said a few words of comfort before leaving.

The night before Prince Kangping passed away, Jia Ying secretly came to Prince Kangping's mansion to meet him.

Prince Kangping was lying on his sickbed, stunned as he looked at the young man in front of him with a face that looked a little strange yet very familiar.

"I was originally curious about who was holding my father's jade pendant, but now that I see you, I am very glad."

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough"

Prince Kangping coughed several times before he caught his breath.

"I can't do it anymore, he won't let me go"

"Fortunately... before I left... I was able to find out... that my father still had a child... and our lineage did not die out..." Prince Kangping spoke with great difficulty, taking a breath after each word, but he still insisted on finishing his words.

Prince Kangping had been lying in bed for a long time. Long-term illness and malnutrition had made him skinny, with almost no flesh on his face. His skin was tightly attached to his cheekbones, making his eye sockets appear sunken. His eyes had lost their former luster, and only a thin layer of skin and bones remained, as if they would fall apart at the slightest breeze.

"I want to stand in front of them with dignity and acknowledge my identity!" Jia Ying had a determined look on his face and spoke in a serious tone.

"Perhaps the only way to help you is to go to the Emperor. With your face, the Emperor will definitely help you."

"Ahem... You look a lot like my father." Prince Kangping was so weak that he could barely open his eyes, but he still tried to see the person in front of him. His consciousness began to blur, as if he saw his father coming to pick him up.

Prince Kangping used up his last bit of strength to transfer all his power and interpersonal relationships to Jia Ying, and finally asked him to take good care of his younger sister, Princess Anyang.

Before leaving, Jia Ying took a deep look at Prince Kangping lying on the hospital bed.