Reborn Lady - Chapter 375
The five mansions and the Princess Mansion in Pingcheng resembled those in Jinling but occupied a larger area, reflecting a distinct northern architectural style.
“Now that it’s been repaired, is the Imperial Grandfather going to move the capital?” Wei Ning asked expectantly. Her mother often reminisced about Pingcheng in front of her. Even though she didn’t remember Pingcheng much, she was an authentic Pingcheng native.
When it came to such a big event, Wei Luo said, “It hasn’t been decided yet, but it should be soon.”
Yin Hui was the most excited. Jinling was certainly beautiful, with scenery reminiscent of spring all year round, but she missed the four seasons in the north, especially the snow in winter.
Wei Luo also brought back the map of the Shu Mansion in Pingcheng, and he was going to take a break after lunch, so he accompanied Yin Hui to check it.
The Shu Mansion in Pingcheng was almost built according to the Shu Mansion in Jinling, with Taoran Hall having three bungalows with vegetables in the front and fruit trees in the back.
“There can’t be orange trees over there, so I asked someone to plant persimmon trees,” Wei Luo explained, moving his fingertips to the back of Taoran Hall on the map.
Yin Hui remarked with a smile, “Oranges and persimmons are almost the same color when they are ripe, so they are practically the same.”
Looking at her smiling face, Wei Luo felt a twinge of pity in his heart.
Chengxin Hall was their first home, where he married her and established their household, and all three children were born in Chengxin Hall.
It was a shame that the Yan Palace had been converted into an Imperial Palace, and Chengxin Hall had changed to something else.
Despite the return of the four princes, Emperor Yongping chose to stay in Pingcheng for the New Year. Most of his children and grandchildren were sent back to Jinling, leaving only his eldest grandson.
Coupled with the completion of construction in Pingcheng, Emperor Yongping’s decision to stay there signaled to officials and residents in Jinling that he was preparing to relocate the capital.
Furthermore, the tenth year of the Jinghe era was auspicious. It marked not only the tenth anniversary of Emperor Yongping’s ascension to the throne but also his sixtieth birthday.
Whoever it may be, celebrating their sixtieth year was considered a major event, and moving the capital certainly qualified as such a big thing.
For a moment, the hearts of the people in Jinling City were in turmoil.
The powerful and wealthy businessmen began buying fields and land as soon as Emperor Yongping started building Pingcheng. Over the years, property prices in Pingcheng soared, while those in Jinling plummeted. With the impending capital move, more officials started selling their properties, directing their family members to purchase land and houses in Pingcheng ahead of time.
The old Jinling families were particularly discontented. Although they had the means to acquire new homes in Pingcheng, their networks and ties remained rooted in Jinling. Moving to Pingcheng made them feel akin to nouveau riche. Moreover, rumors circulated about Pingcheng’s harsh winters, accompanied by fierce winds and sandstorms in spring and autumn. How could it compare to Jinling’s mild climate?
Leaving their homeland proved difficult, and many secretly grumbled that Emperor Yongping was causing unnecessary trouble.
Yet, amid the discontent, there were those who rejoiced. Families like the Fengs and the Yangs, who had supported King Yan in the Pingcheng uprising, eagerly anticipated their return to Pingcheng.
Yin Yong, in particular, wore an even wider smile.
When Yin Hui came to visit the old man, she saw that the servants in the mansion were already packing their things.
“Does Grandfather want to rush back before the decree of moving the capital comes?” Yin Hui teased. In her memory, her grandfather was always calm and confident, but now he seemed anxious.
Of course, Yin Yong was in a hurry. Returning to Pingcheng was like going home. While young people might think waiting a few months was no big deal, he felt the weight of his age pressing on him. The older he got, the more he looked forward to returning early—after all, the leaves would return to their roots.
Yin Yong had long desired to settle in Pingcheng in his late years. He didn’t want to be caught up in the events that unfolded later. When Emperor Yongping ascended the throne, Yin Yong knew his granddaughter and grandson-in-law would all go to Jinling. Although Yin Yong could stay in Pingcheng, he worried about his granddaughter. It wasn’t easy for a young girl to become the Emperor’s granddaughter-in-law, let alone a Princess. With no power or influence left, he hoped to offer her some support during critical times.
This was the true reason Yin Yong stayed in Jinling for his old age—not because he coveted the wealth and prestige of the capital.
Yin Hui knew that despite being born to her parents, both of whom had passed away early, her grandfather was the one who loved her most in this world.
“This time when you go back, the neighbors must treat you even more warmly,” Yin Hui remarked.
Yin Hui massaged the old man’s shoulders while eagerly anticipating their return.
Her grandfather was rich and kind-hearted, and the neighbors around the Yin Mansion had basically been honored by her grandfather. They usually treated him like the God of Wealth, with joy and respect.
Yin Yong stroked his beard, reminiscing about familiar faces that appeared in his mind. Sadly, some of them had already passed away, and the children who used to run and play in the streets were now adults, starting families and businesses.
As a breeze rustled through the air, a few camphor tree leaves floated gently down. Yin Yong watched them with a contented smile.
At last, he could finally return home. His grandson’s family was harmonious and beautiful, and his granddaughter and son-in-law grew sweeter by the day.
If there was anything he couldn’t let go of…
Yin Yong raised his head, as if about to speak to his granddaughter, but then he lowered it again, smiling with eyes as clear as peach blossoms, reminiscent of his childhood.
Yin Yong sighed inwardly.
He couldn’t help but worry about his young granddaughter. As the saying went, “marry a chicken, marry a dog,” and that child, Wei Luo… he didn’t know what would become of him in the end.
It was a good thing to be a python all along, but he feared he might end up beaten into loaches, and his granddaughter would suffer alongside him.
(Id-nim note: The saying “marry a chicken, marry a dog” means that one should be prepared for any outcome or circumstance in marriage)
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