Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 317 - 130: Looking for a Weapon Forger as a Father-in-law (Part 3)
Cui Wuji was indeed somewhat curious, "Does he know the Princess Consort Yin?"
"Princess Consort Yin rarely makes public appearances; how could he know her?" Cui Heng replied, "The people below report that he seems to want to learn the art of weapon forging, so he intends to marry Princess Consort Yin."
"Sixth Grade is the limit for an Independent Practitioner. He wishes to forge weapons to access the realm beyond the Sixth Grade, which is understandable."
Cui Wuji’s voice was calm, his eyes slightly closed, pondering for a moment before he continued, "As for Princess Consort Yin, the Emperor no longer counts on her. The Emperor... has become deeply entangled with the Lotus Thieves."
"Why would the Emperor do such a thing?" Cui Heng was puzzled.
Cui Wuji waved his hand, saying, "The matter is significant, involving many entanglements; even I know only the tip of the iceberg... From the moment the Emperor poisoned all his siblings, he was no longer the Emperor he once was."
Cui Heng sighed deeply.
Cui Wuji said, "First, explain the pros and cons to Princess Consort Yin, and then let Li Yuan give it a try. If Li Yuan can knock on the door of Princess Consort Yin, then let her be his woman."
Cui Heng said, "Ancestor, I’ve already explained the pros and cons to her, and she knows it in her heart.
She was conferred the title of Princess Consort Yin when she entered the Jade Capital nearly six years ago.
She was only sixteen that year, and now she’s already twenty-two. How could she not understand such things?
She just has ambitions too high, usually... even when referring to herself, she calls herself ’this palace, this palace.’
Cui Wuji thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Isn’t she just a little girl wanting to prove herself to her father and outsiders?
Master Zhu had no sons, and he didn’t pass his skills to girls, always belittling Princess Consort Yin.
Moreover, Master Zhu married into our family; before he became Master Zhu, he was often looked down upon by our Cui family, and Princess Consort Yin suffered much for it. Her intention is to become a royal family member, then return home in glory."
Cui Heng sighed, "This relationship can’t be changed. When Master Zhu failed in spirit casting, he was mocked, and his wife’s death was related to that little beast... The enmity is deeply rooted.
No matter how I tried to compensate and mend the relationship later, it was to little avail.
But that little beast belongs to the Jing family, so this enmity... can’t be avenged."
Cui Wuji said, "Let Li Yuan give it a try, explain everything to them; if it works... it would be a good thing for our Cui family, for Master Zhu, and even for Princess Consort Yin."
Cui Heng said, "I just don’t know what abilities Li Yuan has; I’ve heard of him, I know he broke Guo Guangdan’s plan, almost forcing Guo Guangdan to intervene directly...
But, whether it’s Princess Consort Yin or weapon forging, they’re both challenging..."
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...
In late spring, a sudden rain fell on the Inner City.
The wind chimes under the eaves made a crisp "lingering" sound amidst the cold fragrance wafting through the window.
By the window stood an exquisitely beautiful woman of noble demeanor.
The woman had a slender waist, almond-shaped eyes, and a teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye. Her tall figure and slightly raised face seemed to always be looking down upon others, yet beneath her long eyelashes, her eyes seemed somewhat melancholic, lost in contemplation, as if gazing at some void...
Her eyes reflected the departing figure of the Patriarch, and even as the door closed, she did not withdraw her gaze but watched the rain curtain, inhaled the cold fragrance, and listened to the wind chimes...
At this moment, a maid’s voice came from beside her.
"Mistress, do you want to meet this person?"
A long-legged maid with a dual bun hairstyle and a mischievous expression approached.
The woman said nothing.
The maid pouted, "Hmph," frowned disdainfully and said, "The Sixth Grade from outside is here for a marriage alliance. The Patriarch says that Sixth Grade even has children, and although the Patriarch guarantees that Mistress won’t be a concubine, but why is that?
Mistress is a consort in the Imperial Palace; usually, such lowly Sixth Grades from the Outer City can’t even see Mistress, and even if they do, they must kneel!"
The woman still said nothing.
The maid cautiously observed her mistress, her clever eyes darting around, and then she giggled, "But... the Patriarch says this person is quite excellent and seems to want to learn the weapon-casting skill from Master Zhu.
It’s been six years now...
Mistress, why not... see him?
What if, what if he’s really quite good.
I’m... I’m not speaking for that person, but just that I think the Patriarch knows Mistress’s temper and wouldn’t bring some crooked melon or split dates."
The maid spoke both good and bad, and her keen eyes watched her mistress, interpreting her expressions.
Her mistress was named Cui Huayin, precisely Princess Consort Yin.
The maid was Yaojue, her personal maid, and also the palace maid who accompanied Princess Consort Yin to Jade Capital Imperial Palace.
Clap, clap clap clap...
The storm fell fiercely with the wind, causing the window’s supporting paper rods to fly open.
The window slammed shut with a "bang."
Yaojue exclaimed, "Oh dear," and hurriedly went forward to brace the window again.
Beside her, the elegant woman was like a melancholic jade sculpture. She withdrew her gaze from the distance, slightly lowered her eyes, seemingly indifferent to the marriage alliance topic that the Patriarch had just discussed, only asking, "Has the book been put away with the rain coming?"
"Yes, yes, it’s all safely stored away! The palace is full of poetic anthologies, each line a zen mystery, each word a pearl... they are Mistress’s treasures; how could I dare neglect them?"
Yaojue’s voice was filled with laughter, "In the palace, a Duke once told me that in the past, those who created cultivation skills actually meant to express their intent through poetry and attain realms through painting...
But paintings can ultimately be achieved through imagination and travels, while poetry tests the heart.
On a rainy day, some only see the rain, grumbling over wet clothes, yet some can see their own heart. With their heart illuminating their intent, they spontaneously create a few naturally fitting verses, just in line with their strength, thereby creating those profound cultivation skills."
