Transmigration: Space-Aided Rise to Power and Prosperity-Chapter 414 - 250 Yao Mengxian’s Marriage

"Then do you have a suitable candidate in mind? Why not write to your eldest disciple and ask him to keep an eye out in the Capital for a suitable candidate? There must be some good young men. After all, our Xian is the legitimate daughter of the Duke Mansion’s main house; her status is quite high!"

Mrs. Ning thought that considering Yao Mengxian’s family background, there must be a suitable match that matches their status.

"People say you shouldn’t marry a widow’s eldest daughter, but those aristocratic families aren’t short-sighted, only blaming our eldest daughter for dying early." When Liang Zhirui spoke of his eldest daughter, his mood became heavy again.

Mrs. Ning also fell silent, and after a while, she said, "When we go to the Capital, let’s look into it! Aren’t you about to celebrate your birthday? Send out more invitations."

Mrs. Ning knew that Liang Zhirui didn’t like lively events. Usually, he only invited close people for his birthday, only when it’s a major one would he hold a grand celebration.

Now, for the sake of their granddaughter, they have no choice but to cast a wide net, thickening their skin to invite those aristocratic women to the banquet.

Liang Zhirui hesitated for a moment, "Actually, we already have a suitable candidate in front of us, don’t we?"

Mrs. Ning was taken aback, "Who?"

"Chengyu! This child is intelligent and capable, upright and reliable, unlike those reckless noble sons. He looks good too; being with Xian is a perfect match of talent and beauty. I think he’s an excellent candidate. Besides his family status, he’s impeccable," he said.

Ever since Gu Chengyu and Yao Mengxian returned to the Prefecture together two years ago, Liang Zhirui had this idea.

Gu Chengyu came under his tutelage at the age of eight. He had always been respectful, diligent in studying, exemplary in conduct, and quite perceptive to court matters.

Putting aside his family background, he truly is a rare fine young man.

Once he passes the Advanced Scholar exam and enters the court, given his abilities, unless he’s extremely unlucky, his future prospects shouldn’t be bad.

He also thought of keeping the benefits in the family. If the two became husband and wife, he believed Gu Chengyu would certainly treat Xian well.

Mrs. Ning was somewhat surprised, "How did you come up with Chengyu?" She had never considered Gu Chengyu as a son-in-law for her granddaughter.

Admittedly, Gu Chengyu indeed surpassed the noble children of the Capital, but he was at a disadvantage because of his birth. A farmer’s son, matched with the legitimate daughter of the Duke Mansion’s main house, could they really be a good match?

From ancient times, families have always emphasized marriages between equals. With different family backgrounds, can they really live a happy life together?

"Why can’t it be him? You find him unsuitable? What’s wrong with him? Tell me."

Liang Zhirui knew well what his wife was thinking; it was merely the old routine of social status matching. Back then, their daughter married a son of an aristocratic family, and everyone in the Capital said it was a good match.

But now? Can her death be entirely unrelated to that husband of hers? If it weren’t for him taking in women left and right, would their daughter have been so depressed that it affected her health and led to her early passing?

What’s so great about aristocratic families? Once married, there are many sisters-in-law, rooms competing with each other, several layers of elders above, with countless rules.

Daily morning and evening greetings took an hour or two, easily. Ever since she got married, she couldn’t even think of visiting her parents; there were too many chores to handle, and she needed her mother-in-law’s permission to leave.

Liang Zhirui had already learned about Gu Chengyu’s family matters. They had split the family, so when he goes to the Capital and gets married, they wouldn’t often see each other, just send gifts during holidays and festivals.

Even if his parents followed him to the Capital, given their love for Gu Chengyu, they should not make it hard on their daughter-in-law. There’s no grandmother above, so the young couple would simply live their own lives.

Liang Zhirui explained his analysis to Mrs. Ning, saying if Xian married Chengyu, she could often come back to visit, making Mrs. Ning very tempted.

However, after feeling tempted, Mrs. Ning shook her head, "We’re plotting here, but will the Duke Mansion be willing? They are certainly thinking of using Xian for a political marriage. Can they really take a liking to Chengyu? After all, he’s just a farmer’s son. Even if he passes the Advanced Scholar exam, he can only get a low-ranking position in the Hanlin Academy."

The Duke Mansion wouldn’t fancy someone with no foundation like Gu Chengyu; they were just wishful thinking.

"Besides, Xian and Chengyu are of different generations!"

Liang Zhirui had considered this problem, "Why should that be a concern? At that time, we can just take Xian as a named disciple, won’t that solve the different generations issue?"

Mrs. Ning was amused, "Is that really a good idea? It’s quite far-fetched."

However, she also felt it wasn’t a significant issue; there was always a way to resolve it.

It’s just that things probably wouldn’t work out with the Duke Mansion, she feared her husband’s efforts would be in vain.

"There’s another thing we haven’t considered, would Chengyu agree to this matter?"

Liang Zhirui thought about it. If Gu Chengyu agreed, with the matters concerning the Duke Mansion, he could help Gu Chengyu resolve them. He believed that Gu Chengyu could come up with a solution. His little disciple was very clever in handling matters.

But what if Gu Chengyu disagreed? Over the years, he observed that Gu Chengyu was very assertive, and he noticed that Gu Chengyu’s concern for Xian was merely ordinary.

He closed his eyes and said, "Then let’s talk about it when we get to the Capital; such matters can only be left to fate."

Though he said so, he was determined, if the Duke Mansion went too far, he could only put on a brave face and discuss the matter with Chengyu. The reason for not mentioning it now was that he didn’t want to forcefully impose as a teacher, altering the nature of their mentor-mentee relationship.

Mrs. Ning found it curious, why did he suddenly become indecisive after being so interested earlier?

However, they didn’t continue the conversation on this issue anymore, it was too early to say these things, they had to wait until they reached the Capital.

"Miss! We’ll be returning to the Capital in a little over three months, do you still want to write to the mansion?"

Lianxin was making little clothes for her lady. These past two years, her lady had grown, needing new clothes every six months.

She glanced at the young girl sitting by the window reading a book. In two years, though her lady was still somewhat immature, she was showing the beginnings of grace and elegance.

Wearing a gold-embroidered jacket with butterflies emerging from flowers, along with a floor-length skirt with plum blossoms, her hair was styled into a parted bun, with a floral pin slanted. With shoulders slender as willows and a not short stature, she walked like a gentle willow in the wind, altogether graceful and of regal bearing.

Just sitting quietly, she captured everyone’s attention; truly her lady was beautiful.

Yao Mengxian felt someone’s gaze on her, a bit helplessly. There was no need to look to know it was Lianxin; this girl often stared at her in a daze.

"No need to write; anyway, Grandfather has already written to them. We’ll be setting out in a while, there’s no point." She said without turning her head.

As if she didn’t know what her stepmother was up to? So eager to bring her back, wasn’t it to use her for benefits?

Thinking of these things, she sneered. Once back in the Capital, she feared she wouldn’t have such peaceful days anymore. In her dream, her stepmother cared only for the benefits promised by the Emperor, wanting to betroth her to the sickly Fourth Prince as a concubine. If such a way could free her from the Duke Mansion’s cage, she might actually be willing.

In the dream, she solely focused on preparing for marriage in the mansion, who knew what happened afterwards? Those people simply went too far; now that she knew what would come, how could she be content?

She put down the book in her hand and resolved firmly that she would not let them have their way this time.