Chapter 487: Four Hundred Eighty Three: Dislike_1

Madame Wang ignored him and continued discussing the making of clothes with her daughter-in-law.

Now that she has regained her young form, she no longer wants to wear the clothes of her elderly self. She’s planning to try some younger designs.

Master Wei stepped forward, examining his wife closely. The more he looked, the more amazed he felt, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. He tentatively asked, “Ajin, why have you suddenly turned young again?”

Seeing his wife not answering, he turned to Yingbao, “Commandery Princess, you truly are an immortal, aren’t you?”

A decade ago, rumors spread that his daughter-in-law was an immortal who defeated Jin Country with her divine powers. As a result, the Emperor granted both the Jiang and Wei families nobility.

He had trouble believing the rumors at first, but after witnessing this himself, he’s now fully convinced.

His daughter-in-law has slept for over a decade, and upon waking, his wife has turned youthful again. He’s certain this is his daughter-in-law’s doing.

Seeing his wife looking as though she’s in her prime and himself with a white beard, wrinkles, and failing health, he grows hopeful. His gaze towards his daughter-in-law becomes fervent. “Yingbao, you see your dad’s health has been deteriorating lately…”

Before he could finish, he was met with a glare from his wife, Wang Jin.

Madame Wang frowned, “If you are feeling weak, go to the storeroom and get yourself some tonics. Yingbao just woke up today, why bother her with this?”

At this point, Master Wei no longer dared to upset his wife and sheepishly sat down, thick-skinned, “Madame, I was just speaking casually, I meant nothing by it.”

Madame Wang paid no attention to him and turned to Yingbao, “We have received a new batch of silk at our fabric shop, with all new colours and patterns. Later, I will have some sent to the residence. We can make some more clothes for us and for Seventh Son.”

Before Yingbao could respond, Master Wei hastily interjected, “I will have those sent over immediately, and also some good quality jewelry and beaded flowers.”

Madame Wang was silent.

Yingbao quickly responded, “Father, there’s no need for the jewelry and beaded flowers.” She has several boxes of gold, silver, jade, and jewelry of all kinds in her storage. It’s completely unnecessary to take any from his shop.

Master Wei slapped his thigh, “What are you saying? We’ve just received a batch of new jewelry, all latest styles of this year. Of course we should wear them first. When people see how good they look on us, they will surely buy more.”

Yingbao: …

It appears that her father intends her to promote his products.

Madame Wang gave her husband a glare but didn’t object.

Thus, fabric shop and jewelry shop kept delivering silks and jewelry to madame Wang’s main hall, filling the place.

Yingbao casually picked few pieces and paid no more attention.

Madame Wang selected around a dozen types of fabric and also picked several new pieces of jewelry before instructing the shopkeeper to take the rest back.

Master Wei, grinning from ear to ear, also picked a few pieces and handed them to the seamstresses who came along, instructing them to make clothes as quickly as possible.

After having a meal with her mother-in-law, Yingbao returned to her own princess residence.

Most of her maids married and had children, so Wei Zheng released them and found some younger maids to guard Yingbao’s courtyard.

Magnolia, however, did not want to get married and remained as a first-class maid in the courtyard, supervising the new maids.

“Commandery Princess, would you like to wash up?” asked Magnolia, looking at her mistress. She felt a mix of amazement and joy; she was glad she hadn’t given up on waiting for her mistress’s awakening.

Yingbao nodded. “I need a bath.”

Although she had used a cleaning spell, she still felt uneasy after lying in bed for over a decade, even though the maids had been washing her body every day.

Magnolia quickly told the little maids to prepare hot water, organizing towels and clothes for Yingbao while keeping her updated with the happenings over the past decade.

Young Master has married and is now an assistant in the Zhouhe County Government. Wumei’s parents have never asked about him, likely they have no intention to have him back.

Recently, Wumei accompanied Nuannuan to Beijing for a trip and will not be back until June.

A few years ago, the Emperor arranged a marriage for Jiang Wu with his own daughter. However, as the princess was young, the two have yet to marry.

Hearing this, Yingbao’s eyelid twitched.

Her master was definitely unreliable. Her brother was already so old, yet rather than finding him a match of similar age, he was given a child bride.

“How old is the princess now?” Yingbao asked.

Magnolia: “She is about fifteen this year, and the Emperor has set the wedding date for August.”

Yingbao calculated Jiang Wu’s age in her heart, estimating he must be around thirty. Sigh, her master really wasn’t kind.

After finishing her bath, Yingbao dismissed her maids and entered the Divine Mansion.

Wei Zhan was practicing his spells within the estate.

Seeing his wife arrive, he immediately came over with a smile: “Yingbao, I’ve already mastered two spells.” Saying this, he waved his hand and the flowers and plants around him slowly stretched their branches and leaves, growing much taller.

Yingbao nodded: “Good job. You have both wood and fire Spiritual Roots, suitable to practice the Eternal Spring Technique.”

She reached out, took a box of jade slips from the Treasure Pavilion: “This is the Eternal Spring Technique. Try practicing it first. If it doesn’t work, we can switch to something else.”

Wei Zhan scratched his head.

Without a master’s guidance, he had to figure out a lot on his own. Today, he casually picked up a book in the Book Pavilion, but he couldn’t comprehend it.

Yingbao took a jade slip filled with spiritual energy and directly placed it on his forehead.

A surge of information flooded into his mind, and Wei Zhan suddenly understood everything.

So this was how immortals read books.

Yingbao used five jade slips on him, seeing that he was reaching his limit, she put the box away, and put it back into the Treasure Pavilion.

Wei Zhan was now seated on a mat with his legs crossed, closing his eyes to digest the knowledge he had absorbed.

Yingbao didn’t disturb him. She went outside the estate.

In a wave of her hand, a series of large courtyards appeared, complete with houses, gardens, flowers, trees, pavilions, and towers.

She also named these large courtyards, such as Peony Yard, Xiangzhu Yard, and Peach Plum Yard, and so on.

In the future, she wanted to bring all her parents to live here.

Her grandparents were old, they had to bring them in as well, including her two uncles and their wives.

Frankly, Yingbao didn’t mind bringing others in. If they lived here, everyone could live past a hundred years old.

Or, she could set up a formation in Dongchen Village, bury some top-grade spirit stones underground, and that should benefit the entire village.

Yes, if her grandparents weren’t willing to move into the Divine Mansion, she could just set up a formation in the village, turning it into a paradise for the elderly.

After a night, Wei Zhan finally finished meditating.

His cultivation base was high enough, his spiritual sense was gradually becoming stronger, and his ability to understand things naturally wasn’t weak.

“Wife, let’s go out.” Wei Zhan took his wife’s hand, looking at her lovingly.

He didn’t dare to be intimate with her here, always feeling like her mother would discover, so he had to go out.

Yingbao took his hand, and they instantly appeared inside a room in the princess’s residence.

It was clear daylight outside, the start of a new day.

Wei Zhan was standing in the courtyard, waving his hand, a hundred flowers bloomed in the courtyard, even the weeds grew taller than a person.

Wei Zhan sneakily glanced at his wife. Seeing that she didn’t seem angry, he quickly went to pluck out those weeds.

“Seventh son!” Wei’s family head came running in a hurry. Seeing that his son looked younger, as if he had returned to ten years ago, he felt a little bitter and muttered: “Seventh son, your dad didn’t sleep all night last night.”

Wei Zhan was confused: “Why?”

The family head of Wei complained: “Your mom wouldn’t let me in the house. She…she thinks I’m too old…”