Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1950 - 1957: Longevity Festival (Part 3)

Madam Wu was overjoyed to finally send away the annoying Lord of Jingyang County. At last, no one would be seducing her son-in-law under her watchful eyes, and her daughter wouldn’t have to suffer headaches over this clingy cowhide candy-like Lord of Jingyang County anymore.

Their marriage affairs were set for the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth of August. The King of Chu had already prepared the bridal price to be sent to Qing Luo Kingdom, and it was said that the Qing Luo Kingdom was starting to prepare the bridal gifts...

"Good—"

After the King of Chu finished his musical performance, Cai Wei applauded enthusiastically, and others followed suit, cheering along.

"Spring and Autumn, reward—"

Cai Wei glanced slightly behind her, and Spring and Autumn hurriedly presented a set of the Four Treasures of the Study forward as a reward to the King of Chu.

The King of Chu took the set of Four Treasures of the Study and struggled to kneel on the ground. His corpulent body and large stomach made kneeling quite challenging, and kowtowing even more so. He was panting heavily before he finally knelt down and kowtowed to Cai Wei in gratitude.

The next performer was Mo Shuya, the eldest Miss of the Duke Li Guo Mansion. Shuya had a lively disposition, surpassing even Juhua Xiangyun, but due to her exceedingly noble birth, her family had very strict requirements for her. They wouldn’t allow her to be like Juhua, wandering aimlessly all day, forcing her to learn the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting that every lady of a prestigious family should master,

At this time, she was sitting gracefully onstage, plucking the zither strings. With the movement of her slender fingers, a series of graceful notes wafted through her wide sleeves, captivating the listeners.

Cai Wei laughed and said, "In the past two years, Shuya has become even more charming. I really don’t know what kind of man could be a match for her."

In fact, Cai Wei said this because she couldn’t arrange a marriage for Mo Shuya. Ordinarily, with her noble birth, there would already be countless matchmakers coming to propose, but Mo Shuya still hadn’t settled her marital affair. It wasn’t for lack of suitors, but because she was exceptionally good at avoiding it.

Don’t be fooled by her usual playful demeanor, making the elders happy. Whenever someone brought up arranging a marriage for her, at the least, she’d cry and make a fuss; at the most, she’d threaten to stop eating and drinking or even end her life, resolutely refusing to marry. After several times, the Old Madame and the Mo Yuanshan couple were at a loss for what to do. Finally, they decided that the Empress Dowager should make the marital decision. The Empress Dowager’s choice wouldn’t likely be an unworthy match, and most importantly, if the Empress Dowager arranged it, this little girl wouldn’t dare to oppose it.

The Old Madame had this plan in mind, but unexpectedly, the Empress Dowager was unwilling to make such an arrangement.

Upon hearing Cai Wei’s words, the Old Madame chuckled dryly and said, "The Empress Dowager is too kind. Shuya is the first child among the family’s grandchildren, inevitably spoiled by the elders, hence not the best temperament. So, our intention is not to have her marry into a high-status household but to find a child with a gentle temperament and a prestigious scholarly family, a person of integrity."

Given the Old Madame’s clear standards for selecting a grandson-in-law, Cai Wei could only reluctantly nod and say, "I understand. I will certainly keep an eye out for Yaya."

Hearing this, the Old Madame was finally satisfied. With the Empress Dowager’s intervention, there was no need to fear Yaya causing trouble.

After Mo Shuya finished her performance, Cai Wei’s younger brother, Mu Chongwen, took the stage to perform swordsmanship. Nowadays, Wen’er was already a charming twelve-year-old youth. Over the years, he had been studying martial arts with Zhui Feng and Zhu Yue. Due to his intelligence, diligence, and perseverance, his swordsmanship had become exceptionally refined. When he performed, it was like a flowing stream, with each move containing dozens of variations. When expanded upon, it became extremely complex. If it were someone else, they would surely be dazzled by such a kaleidoscopic display, not knowing how to react. However, Wu’er’s study of the Solitary Nine Swords contained no fixed moves. In a confrontation, he would naturally respond to his opponent’s attacks. If the opponent had only one move, he had only one move; if the opponent had a thousand moves, he would have a thousand moves.