Demon Lord Gets Married

Chapter 103

Chapter 103 - This Young Master Is Unique

Ultimately, the one who secured the most game was Yin Xu. The Emperor himself presented the prize—a golden bow.

Fortunately, the rewards didn't stop there. Upon his return to the city, Yin Xu would also receive silver and jewelry.

“Your Majesty, you mentioned that the contender for the top position would issue commands. Why not grant them that privilege as well?” Teng Yu interjected.

“Back then, we were discussing individuals other than the Huo Family, excluding Huo Tian. Yun Xi, it's become a tradition for your family to clinch first place in the hunt every year. Should we consider excluding the Huo Family next year?” The Emperor's tone carried a hint of jest, though Teng Yu discerned his underlying disappointment in the other disciples.

“Certainly not, Your Majesty. It's precisely because of my descendants that the Huo Family ignites the passion of other youths. Besides, each family has its own forte; the Huo Family excels in martial prowess,” Huo Zhengquan defended.

“Ah, that's a valid point. Tomorrow, let's organize a Plum Blossom Meet, akin to a poetic duel. We can't allow the Huo Family to hog all the glory,” the Emperor declared.

Teng Yu, raising an eyebrow, glanced at Yin Xu and interjected, “Your Majesty, I still believe the command should go to Huo Tian.”

“Oh? And why is that?” The Emperor's expression remained neutral, his gaze fixed on Teng Yu.

It was the first time he witnessed his son so invested in another's affairs. Was it self-interest or a concern for the Huo Family as a whole?

Teng Yu remained composed as he replied firmly, “Your Majesty, you're aware of Huo Tian's background. He's spent little time at the Huo Family and his abilities aren't tied to our lineage. We shouldn't overlook this fact merely because of his surname.”

By revealing Huo Tian's circumstances, Teng Yu aimed not to ridicule but to enlighten the Emperor about the disconnect between Huo Tian and the Huo Family.

Huo Tian sought to exploit his family's name for advancement, yet lacked the Emperor's favor. Keeping him at arm's length was the wisest course.

After a moment of contemplation, the Emperor chuckled as he observed Huo Zhengquan's indignation. “Haha… Well done, lad, for repaying a favor. Very well, I shall assist you. Someone…”

“Here, Your Majesty!”

“Command… The Seven Scions of the Huo Family have demonstrated valor and foresight… Henceforth, be promoted to Palace Commander, don the green robe, and enjoy a rank three salary! You may freely enter the palace!”

Teng Yu grasped Yin Xu's hand as he accepted the decree, knowing Yin Xu's reluctance to kneel before others.

Despite the murmurs among the court officials, they held their tongues, considering the Third Prince's long-standing behavior before the Emperor's leniency.

The astute observers couldn't help but speculate. Aligning with the Third Prince, amidst the country's laws, spelled peril for Huo Tian.

As night fell, a bonfire illuminated the festivities. Prey was cleaned and roasted, filling the air with the savory aroma of meat.

Yet, Yin Xu had little appetite. Having indulged in barbecue at noon, he sought only a light meal for the evening.

Knowing Han Sen's preferences, Teng Yu arranged for the imperial chef to prepare a bowl of fish porridge, freshly caught from the courtyard lake.

Upon finishing the meal, Teng Yu wasted no remnants. They took their seats, second only to Huo Zhengquan, naturally occupying the first position.

Yin Xu's gaze drifted to the First Prince opposite him, prompting thoughts of Teng Yu's other sibling.

Sensing Yin Xu's contemplation, Teng Yu leaned in and whispered, “Teng Yi remains in the Imperial City as per the Emperor's request, abstaining from the hunt this year.”

“Isn't he seething with anger?”

“If anger alone could fell him, he'd be frail indeed.”

But could a potential heir raised under such expectations be so fragile? Certainly not!

Yin Xu scrutinized the First Prince, seeking signs of discontent, only to find his attention fixed elsewhere, a subtle glimmer in his eyes.

Positioned next to Teng Yu, the First Prince's seating underscored the Emperor's regard for the Huo Family, a nod to Teng Yu's championship.

With only one person seated beside him, Yin Xu pondered the possible ties between the First Prince and Huo Zhengquan.

Just as Yin Xu contemplated further, the First Prince's attention shifted, engaging with others nearby.

Yin Xu mused: Perhaps I misread, perhaps he was merely returning my gaze.

As the meat was served, palace maids presented a silver platter to the Emperor. Yin Xu glanced toward the main seat, where an impassive beauty sat beside him.

The beauty exuded an icy demeanor, her gaze vacant.

“My dear consort, have a taste. This venison is exquisite.” The Emperor offered her a piece, personally.

Imperial Consort Yun sat alone, unable to partake in the feast before her. Suppressing her emotions, she avoided meeting his eyes.

Once accustomed to sharing the Emperor's table at every occasion, she now found herself relegated to a spot reserved for the Empress, silently witnessing his attention lavished on others.

Yin Xu felt a twinge of pity for Imperial Consort Yun, prompting him to prod Teng Yu gently, “Was your mother treated similarly by the Emperor in the past?”

Teng Yu's lips tightened at the main seat, “Likely.”

“Ah, so she's now of use to him? Wasn't she the belle of the dance last night? If you're reluctant, why showcase her?” Yin Xu's lips curled in disdain.

“Individual desires often clash with familial expectations.” Teng Yu, noticing his concern for the woman, gently prodded, “Is she attractive?”

“She's alright, not as stunning as your mother.” Yin Xu recalled the captivating woman resting within the crystal coffin.

“My Queen Mother… She wasn't like that in life.” Teng Yu reminisced, adding, “She was modestly attired, gentle in demeanor. Though beautiful, she lacked the allure that captivates men.”

“Perhaps she simply hadn't met the right person. Isn't the old monk completely devoted to her?”

Mentioning the monk, Teng Yu drifted into thought, “Uncle Mo is indeed remarkable, what a pity…” It was regrettable that his mother didn't marry him. She might have had a happier life, right?

“Sir Xu, is your son's health improving?” A booming voice echoed across the arena, drawing the attention of most present.

Yin Xu recognized Yun Heran's deliberate approach but couldn't fathom his intent.

Amidst the focus on Yun Heran, the elegant woman beside the emperor grew visibly restless, unnoticed by the crowd.

“Hmph, General Duo Yun seems concerned that my son might never walk again. Does that satisfy him?” Great Scholar Xu showed no courtesy.

“Please don't misunderstand, I have no ulterior motives. I merely heard of a renowned doctor in Southern Suzhou who might aid your son,” Yun Heran offered apologetically.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jin inquired with a glimmer of hope, “If the Grand Hospital lacks a solution, what makes this doctor so special?”

“I'll do my utmost to heed the divine will. I've dispatched someone to seek his assistance. Sir Xu, perhaps you should wait a while longer?”

Xu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. Despite his deep animosity towards the Yun Family, his son's recovery was paramount. If this doctor could help, he'd consider burying the hatchet.

Contemplating sending a letter to Suzhou to locate her, Xu Jin was interrupted by Yun Heran's inquiry, “I heard your son isn't betrothed. Any arrangements?”

Great Scholar Xu's countenance darkened. He curtly replied, “None.”

Someone in the crowd gasped, “I heard Young Master Xu was discussing marriage. Has there been a change of heart?”

Silence descended, everyone eager for the unfolding drama.

“Which family would be so haughty?” Yun Heran retorted indignantly. “Do you know why the engagement was called off?”

Why else? What family would consent to their daughter marrying a cripple?

Yin Xu raised an eyebrow, hazarding a guess as he whispered to Teng Yu, “Did you know about this beforehand?”

Teng Yu discreetly scratched his palm beneath the table. “I know, but I didn't pay much heed to that woman before. Didn't expect her ascent to senior status so swiftly.”

Yin Xu suddenly grasped something and stole a glance at the head table. Indeed, he caught sight of the ice beauty's anxious countenance, unsure if it was due to his former flame or fear of exposure.

The official who divulged the news sighed, “This official is uncertain. However, numerous families in the capital are aware of Young Master Xu's betrothal. Some must know the reason.”

“Such individuals, fine if they lack a connection, but don't let this general discover his identity. He'd be reprimanded harshly!” Yun Heran's visage seethed with rage, as if he were the one reneging on the betrothal.

Marquis Zhen Yuan, seated centrally, wiped his brow, hesitating before rising and bowing to Yun Heran. “General Yun, please calm yourself. This matter is baseless. While my wife did contemplate a union with the Xu family, unforeseen circumstances befell Young Master Xu.”

“Since the matchmaker never appeared, one cannot tally the betrothals. The Marquis' conduct is acceptable,” nodded many.

“Is that so? Why did I hear of ties between the families, with Young Master Xu and your daughter Ling having a close bond?”

Marquis Yuan shot an indignant glare at the official, demanding, “Where did you hear such tales? Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Oh, please forgive any misunderstandings, Marquis. This official only hears rumors. I meant no offense!” The official rose, bowing earnestly.

Yet, his words resonated deeply. As they glanced at the new concubine seated at the head, their gazes carried a peculiar edge.

Most were aware this new concubine hailed from the Zhenyuan lineage, with only one daughter available for marriage.

Imperial Consort Yun sipped plum wine, concealing her delight beneath her sleeve.

While the Emperor wouldn't induct a new beauty over such trifles, it sufficed to estrange the other woman. No man would risk cuckoldry to indulge her.

As she set down her cup, Imperial Consort Yun caught sight of the Emperor's tense grip, veins bulging.

“Enough fuss over a trivial matter. Dear Cloud, your family still has an unmarried daughter, does it not? Since your son is at fault, why not offer your daughter in compensation? I haven't played matchmaker in some time.”

Her smile froze at the suggestion. She bowed her head, swiftly weighing the advantages and disadvantages.

In the past, the Yun Family would readily wed into the Xu clan, even to a cripple. But now… Relations between the families were strained. Another marriage might only exacerbate tensions.

The King likely considered this, hence allowing the families to part ways amicably, right?

Momentarily stunned, Yun Heran swiftly knelt in gratitude. Despite his reluctance, the Emperor's decree brooked no refusal.

Great Scholar Xu brimmed with resentment, refusing to kneel and accept the decree.

“Dear sir, I acknowledge the unfair treatment toward your son by me. Moreover, I shall grant him permission to participate in this year's Autumn Festival. Once he's listed, he shall be treated with equality.”

Xu Jin stood frozen, then joyously knelt, “This official thanks His Majesty for his benevolence!”

In the Liang Dynasty, the disabled lacked eligibility for Imperial examinations, let alone governmental positions. Xu Jin fretted not only over his son's marriage but also his future prospects.

With the emperor resolving two concerns in one decree, Xu Jin was overwhelmed with gratitude.

“Enough, rise. No tears on such a joyous occasion, haha… Now, let's feast and revel!”

“Certainly!” With the solemnity broken, the atmosphere regained its lively air. Yet, few could truly relax and enjoy.

Yin Xu picked up a piece of roasted deer meat from Teng Yu's plate, sniffing it tentatively. Detecting an unfamiliar scent, he reluctantly tasted it.

“Well?” Teng Yu chuckled at his reaction, finding Yin Xu's reluctance amusing.

Yin Xu waited until he'd swallowed before commenting, “Not bad, but there's an underlying fishiness.” Compared to the spirit beast meat of his past life, this world's fare paled.

“I'll instruct the mansion's chef to eliminate the fishiness. If you remain so discerning, I fear for our future.”

“In the future, you'll be responsible for everyone. What role will I play?”

Teng Yu's laughter was low as his finger traced two words on Yin Xu's palm, whispering, “Even if all the world's inhabitants combined, they couldn't match you.”

“… ” Yin Xu, unaccustomed to such overt affection, felt a blush creep up. “Of course, I'm unique!”

Teng Yu's smile, bright as a spring flower, stirred Yin Xu's heart.

Only when the host's gaze shifted did Teng Yu snap out of his reverie, playfully pouring Yin Xu wine.

Sipping the wine, Yin Xu murmured, “Your Royal Father possesses remarkable capabilities.”

Teng Yu nodded, recognizing his father's prominence among the princes and his adept governance.

The grandeur endured, a testament to generations of careful imperial stewardship, far surpassing the chaos of prior dynasties.

Though not a doting father, Teng Yu conceded his father's aptitude as a ruler, instrumental in the nation's stability and prosperity.