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Since leaving Kunlun Mountain, Fong Yang had returned to his former cold and distant demeanor, becoming the iron-blooded Regent that instilled fear and was hard to approach.
Fong Yang looked at the Empress Dowager with indifference and said, "Speak plainly if you have something to say."
The Empress Dowager had grown accustomed to Fong Yang's cold attitude. Holding her teacup, she spoke heavily, "Fong Yang, Jiang Xi is not worthy of you."
Fong Yang's brows furrowed even more sharply as he replied, "My wife is not for others to comment on."
The Empress Dowager felt dissatisfaction toward this younger brother-in-law but dared not show it outwardly. She feigned a tone of heartfelt advice, saying, "You should know the rules of marriage in the royal family. If you truly wish to marry her, the Empress Dowager has a condition. The Wen Family Girl likes you; many people know this. Moreover, Wen is outstanding in both character and appearance, comes from a noble family, and excels in Qin, Chess, Calligraphy, and Painting. She is far superior to that merchant's daughter, Lady Jiang."
"The Empress Dowager finds her pleasing as well and wishes to bestow her upon you as your Primary Consort while Jiang Family Young Lady becomes a Consort. That wouldn't be unfair to her. You have been on the battlefield since your teens; while you excel in leading troops and fighting, you have yet to experience romance. Thus, the Empress Dowager has arranged for Pan Hai to select two palace maids to guide you."
Fong Yang's expression was calm like the eye of a storm as he coldly stated, "Are you finished? If so, I will take my leave."
The Empress Dowager's expression changed immediately as she said, "Fong Yang, the Empress Dowager is doing this for your own good. They say an elder sister-in-law is like a mother; with the late emperor gone, the Empress Dowager must take more care regarding your marriage. Think carefully—Jiang Xi is merely a lowly merchant's daughter and does not even qualify to be part of the royal lineage."
Fong Yang had previously given the Empress Dowager face as his elder sister-in-law, but now he would no longer do so. He said firmly, "My marriage is not something you need to worry about. If I hear anyone speak ill of Jiang Xi again, do not blame me for being rude—even if it is you."
A chill ran down the Empress Dowager's spine; she turned pale with shock.
Fong Yang did not care how she felt. After delivering his words, he turned on his heel and walked out, only to run into Fong Gaoyun, who was pretending to have a chance encounter.
Fong Gaoyun said, "What a coincidence! I just came to see Mother. Since Uncle Emperor is here too, why not join me inside? I have some matters I wish to discuss with you."
In the face of absolute power, schemes were mere illusions.
Fong Yang raised his gaze coldly and replied, "I am busy preparing for my wedding these days and do not have time for idle chatter with His Majesty. However, since we have met here, let me offer His Majesty a word of advice."
Fong Gaoyun felt a sudden chill and an unwelcome displeasure arose within him, yet he still smiled and asked, "What does Uncle Emperor wish to say?"
Fong Yang fixed his cold gaze on Fong Gaoyun and stated firmly, "Jiang Xi is my reverse scale; anyone who dares to lay their hands on her—be it the supreme ruler or a national empress—will find no mercy from me. If His Majesty wishes to remain securely seated on the throne, remember my words and do not act foolishly."
As a ruler of a nation being warned in front of palace attendants made Fong Gaoyun's expression darken instantly as he retorted, "Is Uncle Emperor threatening me?"
Fong Yang brushed past indifferently and said, "You can consider this a threat. I can tolerate many things, but not Jiang Xi. Whoever provokes her will face death."
With that, he left Fong Gaoyun's side.
The dignified emperor was threatened, and Fong Gaoyun trembled with rage, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He thought to himself, "Fong Yang, how dare you? You are so disrespectful to the throne, disregarding me as the ruler of a nation. If that's the case, how can I continue to tolerate you?"
On April 17th, the Regent, dressed in splendid wedding robes and exuding nobility, led a formidable wedding procession out of the imperial city to meet the grand bridal party.
Fong Yang rode up to the sedan chair, eager to see his beloved who he had missed dearly.
Jiang Xi wore a flowing red silk gown, her makeup exquisite as she smiled at Fong Yang and asked, "Did you miss me?"
Fong Yang's eyes were soft as he replied with a gentle "Mm," sitting beside Jiang Xi, taking her hand and pulling her into his embrace, savoring the serene and gentle atmosphere inside the sedan chair.
Even though Fong Yang added weight by entering the sedan chair, it made no difference to the skilled bearers.
Fong Yang gazed intently at his bride and asked, "After such a long journey, are you tired?"
Jiang Xi shook her head and replied, "I'm not tired; it's the bearers who are."
Fong Yang softly said, "They won't be; they are experts from Kunlun Mountain and their stamina is not that poor."
Jiang Xi understood this too and leaned quietly against Fong Yang. Noticing that his mood seemed off, she tilted her head to look at him and asked, "Did the emperor trouble you again after returning to the capital?"
Fong Yang paused for a moment before gently shaking his head. "It's not the emperor; it's the Empress Dowager."
Upon learning that Fong Yang was feeling down because of the Empress Dowager's interference, Jiang Xi's eyes flashed with anger. She said, "I just don't understand. As a revered Empress Dowager who has everything she could want, what more could she possibly be dissatisfied with? Why does she insist on having you pull her son down from the throne before they learn their lesson?"
In the past, Jiang Xi's anger had been directed at Fong Yang; today it was in defense of him. Fong Yang felt a warmth in his heart as all his negative emotions dissipated instantly. A smile crept onto his lips as he said, "Don't worry; she can't trouble me. When the Former Emperor was in power, I never took her seriously. Now she wants to act like a mother-in-law; she'll have to see if I'm willing."
Jiang Xi picked up on this; indeed, the Empress Dowager had caused trouble for Fong Yang regarding their marriage. She spoke softly, "If you ever feel unhappy in the future, make sure to tell me so we can share the burden together."
These words filled Fong Yang with happiness. He smiled and said, "Let's share the burden together."
Quietly gazing at Jiang Xi, he thought about how they would share all the joys and sorrows of their lives together.
Such a wonderful husband made Jiang Xi feel a pang of affection. She said, "If necessary, I can help you vent your frustrations."
Noticing the mischievous glint in Jiang Xi's eyes, Fong Yang playfully asked, "How would you help me vent?"
Jiang Xi chuckled and replied, "After all, the Empress Dowager is your sister-in-law. If you treat her too harshly, it could lead to gossip. But I’m different; for a sister-in-law who only wants to pick a fight, I can make her go where it's comfortable for her."
Fong Yang, who was used to being powerful yet lonely, felt satisfied that the person he loved cared for him. He chuckled softly, "You're right; I think so too."
Jiang Xi laughed joyfully and said, "Then we are a couple who see eye to eye. If the Empress Dowager bothers you again, let me handle it. After all, we are both women; we should settle women's disputes in a woman's way. Besides, my reputation isn't great anyway, so I might as well learn to be a bit tougher and become a bold and fierce Regent Consort. Most people in this world bully the kind and fear the wicked. If I keep swallowing my anger, they will only become bolder. But if I respond forcefully, they might be intimidated into silence."
Fong Yang, the devoted husband, wholeheartedly agreed with Jiang Xi's words. He said, "What my beloved says is right. From now on, I will support you; be as fierce as you want."
Suddenly hearing him refer to her as "my beloved," Jiang Xi was taken by surprise. She hadn't expected Fong Yang to have such romantic moments. Blushing, she buried her face in his embrace and fell silent.
Fong Yang gazed at her, his eyes filled with deep affection. He thought to himself: No matter how this girl appears—gentle or dignified and radiant, fierce or shy like now—she is etched in his heart like a red mark that makes him fall deeper in love.
He was already enchanted, trapped in her spell without any desire to escape; even death would be sweet if it meant staying by her side forever.
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