Chapter 861 Why do they hate her?

Xu Yu has heard many people say similar things recently.

Lingnan has a mild climate and is like spring all year round. Many people who were born and raised in Lingnan have never worn cotton clothes in their entire lives, and have never seen what wind and snow are like.

Kyoto is the complete opposite.

It’s just the beginning of October, and there’s already a hint of chill in the wind.

Although there was no floor heating or charcoal stove in the house, there was always a lingering sense of dryness and coldness. I had to wear an extra layer of clothes when I got up in the morning and set in the evening, otherwise I would shiver with cold.

Xu Yu smoothed his cloak, took Sang Zhixia's hand and said, "Flowers bloom in Lingnan all year round, but the winter scenery of red plum blossoms and white snow is missing."

"The winter plum blossoms in Kyoto are the best. There's a farm with warm springs on the outskirts of the capital. In winter, the plum blossoms cover the snow, and in spring, peaches and apricots cover the mountains. When the flowers bloom, let's go and see them."

Sang Zhixia had never had the opportunity to visit the imperial city, and did not know as much about these things as Xu Yu did.

But when I heard him talk about it, I felt a sense of inexplicable anticipation.

"When the flowers bloom and the snow falls, I probably won't be able to leave the house."

"I've discussed it with my mother and mother-in-law. When you're close to giving birth, we'll move to the farm. It's quieter and warmer there, which will be more convenient for you to recuperate."

After Xu Yu finished speaking, he pinched Sang Zhixia's fingers and sneered, "Doesn't the emperor like to help our family take care of the children?"

"When the time comes, send Nuonuo and Yuanbao to the palace for a short stay. You don't have to worry about anything."

Sang Zhixia was amused by his almost rogue tone, and when she went out she found that Mr. Xue had arrived early.

Mr. Xue was obviously not used to the climate in Kyoto. He was wearing much thicker clothes and stomped his feet when the wind blew.

Seeing Sang Zhixia coming, Mr. Xue quickly waved his hand and said, "It's too late to be formal. We are all frequent visitors. Come inside and avoid the wind."

Mr. Xue arranged for everyone to sit down, rubbing his hands and muttering to himself, "I heard that it's almost November before the charcoal can be lit, but I guess I'll have to hold the hand stove in a few days."

"By the way, the Emperor said that the children's autumn and winter clothes have been made by the Imperial Textile Department, so we can buy less when we add clothes to the household."

Sang Zhixia said in surprise that this seemed a bit against the rules, but Mr. Xue blurted out, "What's the rules?"

"The Imperial Weaving Department is so large and employs so many people. Countless fine materials are piled up and just gather dust. The Emperor has no one in the inner palace now, so it wouldn't hurt to make some clothes."

Everyone knows that the little kid from Xu Yu's family is especially favored by the emperor, and Jiang Yubai doesn't mind letting people see to what extent he can favor him.

If someone is dissatisfied, they can only keep it to themselves.

Who made him the one sitting on the dragon throne now, and the one who has the final say in the world?

The grace he wants to give is not afraid of being seen.

Mr. Xue came to pick up the child today because he wanted to keep the child in the palace for a few more days. Before leaving, he repeatedly assured that he would take good care of the child and would not let him suffer any injustice.

The two little kids got along very well with their uncle Jiang Yubai, and happily said goodbye to their parents and left.

Xu Yu and Sang Zhixia didn't say anything. The old man suddenly lost two little kids and felt lost for a while.

Xu Mingyang and Sang Yanyou were thrown into Rongchang's service by Xu Yu. They are currently serving as soldiers in the Jingji Camp. They only have two days of leave a month and usually do not return home.

Although Xu Yanran was named the Princess of a County, she had no interest in being a lady at home.

He opened a clinic in Kyoto with his two masters, hiding their identities from the public. He had to see patients every day and was very busy.

Chen Yun was taken back to his home. It was said that his father forced him to study hard at home every day, hoping to become the first scholar in the Chen family, so he had no time to make noise.

Although Xu Mingxu and Xu Jinxi were young, they had no chance to be idle. The brother and sister were both thrown into the Imperial College.

The house used to be bustling with activity, but recently it has become much quieter.

The old man doesn't have anything important to do, so he just takes care of these two precious babies all day long, and Jiang Yubai is always thinking about taking them away!

The old man suddenly said, "Isn't it time for the Emperor to establish a queen and take concubines?"

Sang Zhixia: "..."

Xu Yu felt the same way and nodded seriously.

The old man sighed a few times, saying that the children had grown up. He then turned his gaze to Xu Yu and asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Have you not practiced for a long time?"

Xu Yu looked at the old man speechlessly and tried to explain: "Grandfather, I'm almost thirty, I..."

"One day of idleness is followed by another day of neglect. You cannot neglect your life even at eighty, let alone thirty!"

Xu Yu pursed his lips in silence.

The old man felt sorry for Sang Zhixia and sent her off to rest. He slapped Xu Yu's arm and said angrily, "If you don't practice well, you'll be picked up and kicked next time!"

"Let's go to the martial arts arena and take a look!"

Sang Zhixia looked at Xu Yu being carried away with sympathy, touched the little baby that was rolling in her belly with excitement as if to comfort her, and held back her laughter as she read the book that the old man had left here.

Just as she turned a page, Diancui came in and said softly, "Madam, someone is coming from the Sang family."

Sang Zhixia slowly put down the book.

Diancui lowered her head and said, "This visitor is not very respectable. He is carrying Master Sang and has been blocked outside by the gatekeeper. Do you want to see him?"

In fact, it is possible to disappear.

With Sang Zhixia's current status, as long as she doesn't want to, these people can't even see her, let alone get close to her.

But they braved the cold wind and brought their scumbag father along, which seemed to be an attempt to put Sang Zhixia in a difficult position.

Sang Zhixia smiled playfully, put down the book and said, "See you."

"Since you're here, why don't you meet me?"

"Please invite everyone to the flower hall. I'll change my clothes and come over."

Diancui originally wanted to invite Xu Yu to join them, but Sang Zhixia said it was not necessary.

It's just a meeting with a few insignificant people, why make such a big fuss?

The visitor didn't expect that he could actually get in, and he felt a little hesitant the moment he entered.

Seeing this, Hua Shan calmly repeated, "Please."

"Madam, don't worry. My young mistress has agreed and will not treat you badly."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sang's already pale face turned even paler, and her haggardness could not be concealed even by heavy makeup.

Mrs. Sang bit her tongue hard to force herself to be more awake, lowered her eyes and said, "Okay."

"Please lead the way."

Mrs. Sang didn't bring many people this time, but they were all important figures from the direct branch of the Sang family. In addition to her scumbag father who was paralyzed and unable to speak, she even forced the third master of the Sang family, who had just been beaten up during the day, to come with her.

When Sang Zhixia came in, the first person he saw in the crowd was Sang Bingrou, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

The once high and mighty eldest daughter of the Sang family, a famous beauty in the capital, was once a mere concubine who fell into poverty, and finally became the most favored imperial concubine in the harem.

Sang Bingrou was criticized and condemned by countless people amidst their envy and contempt. The honor and glory of the past did not leave much trace on her. What could be seen now was the endless viciousness that almost burst out from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, making her look like a demon.

The way she looked at Sang Zhixia was as if she wished she could turn into a sharp knife in mid-air and torture Sang Zhixia to death in public.

When Sang Zhixia saw this, she felt indescribably funny. She didn't feel angry, but just thought it was extremely ridiculous.

Hate?

But why does this person hate her?

The original owner had been tortured in the inner house for more than ten years, and Sang Bingrou's influence was evident everywhere.

Even after they had no contact for many years, Sang Bingrou continued to release malice towards her.

Sang Zhixia asked herself honestly, apart from the fact that the valuable jewelry on Sang Bingrou's body was taken away when her house was searched that year, she did not owe these people anything else.

Why do they have any grudge against her?