Chapter 159: Burning Incense
The wife of Marquis Jingwei lay in bed for a long time without getting up.
Angry.
She finally understood that all calculations and plans were nothing compared to the imperial edict.
She had been blocking Chi Yuan's throne for so many years, but ultimately failed because she married a princess.
The eunuch who came to deliver the imperial edict also deliberately said, "Your Majesty and Her Royal Highness the Princess treat Princess Jia'an just like Princess Jiaping. This prince must be the crown prince to be a match for the princess."
The brighter the eunuch smiled, the more heartbroken the wife of Marquis Jingwei felt.
After the messenger left, she vomited blood and lost consciousness.
The imperially granted marriage should have been prepared long ago.
She used the excuse of being sick and ignored everything.
She only wanted Chi Che to be the crown prince, and she also wanted Chi Che to marry a noblewoman of higher status than Qu Ling.
Hu Yingyue tiptoed in and saw her lying on the bed in a daze, with pale eyes and a listless look.
"Aunt, today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. It's time to go burn incense."
Hu Yingyue was speechless.
They are all his own sons, so it is only natural for the eldest son to be made the crown prince.
How did she get into a dead end?
During the days in the Marquis' Mansion, Hu Yingyue found out the source of her bias.
To be honest, it is understandable to hate the old marquis and the old lady, but the prince is innocent.
Besides, if the position of the crown prince is given to Chi Che, can he keep it?
That stupid guy did terribly in the academy exam.
Only his mother, Lady Jingwei, thought he was gifted.
Hu Yingyue frowned, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She sat on the edge of the bed and fed ginseng soup to the wife of Marquis Jingwei.
"Take it away. I won't drink it," the wife of Marquis Jingwei said weakly. "It's better not to go to the temple. I've prayed and prayed for so many years, but it's all in vain."
What a waste of money.
"Don't say that," Hu Yingyue helped her sit up and handed the ginseng soup to her lips, "You are the backbone of the Marquis' Mansion, and you have to preside over the prince's marriage."
When the marriage was mentioned, Lady Jingwei pushed the soup bowl away and sneered loudly, "That evil creature is very capable, why does he need my help?"
She just doesn't care.
Anyway, it is the people of Jingwei Marquis Mansion who are embarrassed.
The Marquis of Jingwei's Mansion is not Chi Che's, and she is happy to see the mansion embarrassed.
Hu Yingyue was completely shocked. How could a mother be so cruel to her own son?
"Aunt, calm down."
Hu Yingyue had been trying to persuade him for so long, but she knew it was useless and just said something perfunctory.
"The arm cannot twist the thigh."
"Your Majesty has granted me the marriage, what else can I do?"
"Let's try to please the princess."
"Don't think too much about it, it's all fate."
It would have been better if she didn't try to persuade him, as doing so would undoubtedly have added fuel to the fire.
"Who do you want me to please?"
The wife of Marquis Jingwei was so angry that she sat up straight, her voice suddenly rising, "I'm her mother-in-law, and I'm trying to please her?"
Hu Yingyue stopped talking, and a sweet smile spread across her face. "Don't be angry, Auntie. Let's go out for a walk. The spring weather is beautiful, and it's a change of mood."
She herself was really frustrated.
As she was speaking, the maid outside the door whispered, "Madam, the second young master is here."
The wife of Marquis Jingwei frowned, "Why isn't he in school at this hour?"
The curtain was lifted and Chi Che walked in.
"Today is the day for mother to worship Buddha. I have specially asked for leave to accompany her."
The seventeen-year-old boy had a handsome face, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Hu Yingyue.
The wife of Marquis Jingwei's eyes suddenly turned red.
Everyone says she is biased.
But don’t you see how the two children have completely different attitudes towards her?
Chi Yuan has never come since she fell ill.
Only the youngest son cares about her every day and now he has even taken leave to accompany her to burn incense.
"Good boy," Lady Jingwei took Chi Che's hand, and her dissatisfaction with Chi Yuan deepened. "Don't delay your studies."
Hu Yingyue smiled at the side.
With Chi Che's academic performance, it makes no difference whether he goes to the academy or not.
As his eyes moved, they met Chi Che's, and the boy's ears immediately turned red.
Hu Yingyue turned away in dismay.
Chi Che, however, thought she was shy like a girl.
With her youngest son by her side, Lady Jingwei finally got up.
After they had packed up, they took a carriage out of the city.
Wild flowers were blooming on both sides of the mountain path in spring, but the wife of Marquis Jingwei had no intention of appreciating them. She just closed her eyes and rested, her mind full of troubles.
The steps in front of the Guoqing Temple were long, and Lady Jingwei Hou had a hard time climbing them. Soon she was sweating profusely and panting.
"This lady doesn't look well, but is she feeling unwell?"
A gentle female voice came from the side.
The wife of Marquis Jingwei turned around and asked, "Miss Song?"
She was suspicious, "Are you here to burn incense too?"
Song Yuzhen bowed gracefully, "Greetings, Madam. I've heard that you sincerely worship Buddha and come to Guoqing Temple to burn incense on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, rain or shine. If the Buddha hears, he will surely bless you and make your wishes come true."
The wife of Marquis Jingwei felt very comfortable with the flattery, and her expression brightened slightly. "Thank you for your kind words, Miss Song."
"How about I walk slowly with my wife?"
Song Yuzhen calmly pushed Hu Yingyue away.
Hu Yingyue rolled her eyes and took several steps back.
She wished she could stay away from him.
As for Chi Che, seeing Hu Yingyue lowering her eyes, he thought she was unhappy, so he leaned in and whispered, "Miss Song will be betrothed to General Hou. She is close to my mother and won't take your place."
Hu Yingyue: ...
What's her position?
Song Yuzhen personally supported the wife of Marquis Jingwei as she walked up the stairs, and along the way he kept saying things that the wife of Marquis Jingwei liked.
By the time they arrived at the temple gate, the wife of Marquis Jingwei was already overjoyed and no longer had the sadness she had when she left.
Song Yuzhen accompanied her to burn incense and worship Buddha. Seeing that the wife of Marquis Jingwei looked tired, he smiled and said, "I have asked the servants to prepare a meditation room. Why don't you go and rest there, Madam?"
The wife of Marquis Jingwei felt her legs go weak, so she nodded in agreement.
Chi Che wanted to follow, but he heard Song Yuzhen say, "The spring scenery is beautiful, the second young master and Miss Hu should go for a walk in the back mountains."
The wife of Marquis Jingwei frowned.
"I'm here to chat with Madam," Song Yuzhen said with a smile. "Come to think of it, Madam's family has had a double celebration recently."
The wife of Marquis Jingwei understood what she meant.
Although he was reluctant, he still didn't let Chi Che and Hu Yingyue follow.
When leaving, he did not forget to warn Hu Yingyue with his eyes.
Don’t get too close to Chi Che.
Hu Yingyue assured with her eyes, "Don't worry, auntie, I have no improper thoughts."
The Zen room was quiet and peaceful. The servants brought tea sets and Song Yuzhen personally poured tea for the wife of Marquis Jingwei.
The wife of Marquis Jingwei remembered that Qu Ling had threatened her to pour tea, and she felt a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath.
If such a person were to marry into the Marquis's Mansion, she would be furious to death sooner or later.
"Madam, are you worried about the prince's marriage?" Song Yuzhen's beautiful eyes moved.
The wife of Marquis Jingwei's face suddenly turned ugly, but she did not respond.
Song Yuzhen sighed, "Who in the capital doesn't know about the marriage granted by His Majesty? It's just..."
She hesitated to speak.
"What?" Lady Jingweihou asked subconsciously.
"Princess Jia'an is indeed not a good match," Song Yuzhen sighed. "She is cruel and ruthless, destined to be alone. This is her fate as predicted by the Grand Historian."
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