Zhao Qingcheng felt the weight on his back and gritted his teeth. His father weighed just over a hundred jin, and he could carry him.
After finishing the steps, Zhao Qingcheng was panting like a dog.
Zhao Jin got off his son's back, adjusted his long robe, and walked into the temple with an elegant demeanor.
After introducing themselves, the young monk was very enthusiastic.
"Is the Young Master alright? You're panting so hard, have you caught a heatstroke? Our temple has iced mung bean soup, which is the best for dispelling heat. Shall I bring a bowl for the Young Master?" the young monk asked solicitously.
Zhao Jin said unhurriedly, "No need. He hasn't caught a heatstroke, he's just a bit weak. I've told him countless times to practice martial arts and strengthen his body, but he never listens. Now his physique is worse than mine, an old man. It's truly a misfortune for our family."
The young monk looked at Zhao Jin with sympathy. The Prince of Ding was so noble, yet his son was so frail. Alas, every family has its troubles.
Zhao Qingcheng: ...
Father, aren't you afraid of angering Buddha by lying in front of him?
Zhao Jin glanced at Zhao Qingcheng: Can Buddha manage our family affairs?
Zhao Qingcheng: You are my father, you have the final say.
Poor Zhao Qingcheng, he became famous on his first visit to Taihe Temple.
The Young Master of the Prince of Ding's mansion, who was utterly powerless, not even as strong as a woman, couldn't even catch his breath after climbing the steps from the mountain gate.
The young monk sent word to Amuer, and Amuer rushed out to greet his uncle and cousin.
"Uncle, has the matter been settled?" Amuer asked eagerly.
Zhao Jin maintained a stern image in front of his nephew and simply nodded.
"Amuer, must you be so anxious? How old are you, yet you're always thinking about wives?" Zhao Qingcheng, still holding a grudge, couldn't help but retort.
"Of course, I must be anxious. If you meet a good girl, you must quickly claim her. Do you want to be like Cousin, already in his twenties and still single?" Amuer retorted righteously.
Zhao Qingcheng felt like he had been hit by a critical blow.
How could he be in his twenties? He had just turned twenty.
In his prime, a fine young man, why should he be looked down upon?
Zhao Jin agreed with Amuer's words, "In this regard, you are truly inferior to Amuer. You must reflect on yourself."
Zhao Qingcheng was dejected. He didn't want to speak, he just wanted some peace.
Qi Zhenzhen also heard the news of the Prince of Ding and his son's arrival. Considering their status, she felt she should come out and greet them.
"We are all family, no need for such politeness." Zhao Jin helped Qi Zhenzhen.
Qi Zhenzhen was a little stunned. Had she heard correctly? The Prince of Ding said they were family? She didn't recall any familial ties between the Marquis's mansion and the Prince's mansion. Could it be through the Duke of Protectorate's mansion? Qi Zhenzhen asked Chunfeng with her eyes. Chunfeng shook her head, indicating she didn't know.
Fortunately, Zhao Jin didn't keep her in suspense. "Before coming, I visited the Marquis's mansion. I have arranged the marriage between the third young lady of the Qi family and my nephew with the Old Madam."
Qi Zhenzhen's mouth fell open, she could hardly believe it. She had previously encouraged the two to interact, and if they were suitable, marriage was not impossible.
But was it too soon?
Amuer was being reckless, and the Prince of Ding was also being reckless?
No, what about Grandmother and Father? Why did they allow the Prince of Ding to be so reckless?
"The two children are fond of each other and are very well-matched. If they are betrothed early, both families can interact as relatives," the Prince of Ding said with a smile. "Where is the third young lady of the Qi family? I don't see her."
The weather was too hot, so Qi Xuanxuan was in the kitchen making iced double-skin milk, which Qi Zhenzhen had taught her.