The family packed their things and prepared to go for a walk on the street and release sky lanterns into the moat.
But as soon as he walked out of the hospital, he was stopped by Butler Chen.
"It seems that we can't release the sky lanterns tonight." Rong Baichuan pursed his lips helplessly.
Arrived at Haitang Courtyard.
The old man was already sitting in the main seat, ready to interrogate.
Rong Baichuan just glanced at him indifferently, asked his wife and children to sit down, and sat down himself.
"Rong Baichuan!"
Seeing his carefree appearance, the old man was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick. He slammed the table and shouted:
"Do you still see me as your father?"
"Father?" Rong Baichuan looked over, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
The old man's heart trembled.
He had never seen such a cold expression on Rong Baichuan's face.
His eyes looked very much like her mother's.
Such an expression inevitably reminded the old man of Gu Yan's hateful look towards him before her death.
The old man looked away guiltily.
Qin Nanjing gently grabbed Rong Baichuan's hand.
Rong Baichuan shook hands back.
No matter what kind of person the old man is, he is still his biological father.
Patricide!?
His own death is not a pity, but it will bring unwarranted abuse and accusations to his wife and children, and they will have no peace for the rest of their lives.
Rong Baichuan closed his eyes and suppressed the murderous intent rising in his heart.
Taking it slow and destroying everything he cares about would be more difficult for him to accept than killing him directly.
After a moment, Rong Baichuan opened his eyes and returned to his nonchalant look.
"If you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush and try to show off. I'm not well-educated, so I don't understand."
"you……"
The guilty conscience just now disappeared instantly, and the old man glared angrily.
"Rong Baichuan! You've made it big! You even dared to refuse the Emperor's marriage proposal!"
"What an honor it is for Xu Qing to marry the eldest prince."
"How many people envy your marriage? What are you dissatisfied with?"
Although he had no say in the court, he could clearly see the direction of the crown prince's opinion.
The eldest prince will definitely become the crown prince and the future emperor.
How many people want to give their daughters to the eldest prince, even if not as the principal wife, then as a concubine.
But the eldest prince didn't want anyone.
Rong Xuqing was granted marriage by the emperor himself. After marrying, she would become the principal wife and the future empress, and he himself would also become the grandfather of the future emperor.
By then, who in the court would dare to look down on him!
And what about Rong Baichuan!
He actually refused.
He rejected the marriage proposal that so many people begged for but refused without blinking an eye! !
The emperor was so annoyed by him that he said he would never grant her a marriage again.
Tonight he originally wanted to ask for a marriage favor for Rong Huanyao.
It was all ruined by Rong Baichuan!
"Marrying a nobleman! What's there to be dissatisfied about?!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the old man's chest heaved violently.
"How dare you refuse the Emperor's marriage proposal?!"
"grandfather……"
Seeing the old man furious, Rong Baichuan's face became even gloomier, and Rong Shihan hurried out to smooth things over.
"Uncle probably didn't do it on purpose."
"Is there some misunderstanding here?"
"Misunderstanding! What misunderstanding!" the old marquis roared, "He's just taking advantage of his favor to show off in front of the other court officials!"
"You angered His Majesty in the Imperial Garden during the day, and now you stubbornly refuse to marry me at night!"
"Grandfather, calm down. What happened has already happened. Just find a way to fix it. You've ruined your health by being angry."
Rong Shihan advised:
"Uncle, please don't be angry. Grandfather doesn't want to scold you. He is doing this for the good of our mansion."
Rong Baichuan raised his eyes to look at Rong Shihan, his expression unchanged.
The old man took a sip of tea, took a deep breath, looked at Rong Baichuan, and his voice suddenly softened.
"For what happened tonight, it's thanks to the Emperor's wisdom that he didn't punish you. Tomorrow morning, go and ask the Emperor to take back the marriage, otherwise..."
"Wait!" Rong Baichuan interrupted expressionlessly, "If you like the royal family so much, then let your daughter marry into it. My daughter won't marry anyway."
"What?" The old marquis frowned and said sarcastically, "Rong Baichuan, you still have the nerve to mention your sister?"
"When His Majesty handed down the punishment, why didn't you plead for your sister? Instead, you just watched her get beaten to pieces!"
"You watched Huanyao grow up. Now that you're in a high position, your heart has become hardened. You don't even care about your sister's safety!"
"I don't care about her safety? Do you want to listen to what you are saying."
Rong Baichuan rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"Why was she convicted by His Majesty? You don't remember her slandering Xu Qing in public, do you?"
The old man was speechless when asked.
"She...she's confused..."
"If Xu Qing hadn't pushed her into the water, would she have been able to demand justice regardless of the consequences?"
"Heh~" Rong Baichuan sneered, "Who pushed who? You should go ask your good daughter!"
"I'm sorry, I can't keep you company. I'm leaving!"
After saying this, Rong Baichuan took Qin Nanjing and Rong Xuqing by the hand and turned to leave.
"Rong Baichuan! Stop right there!"
Rong Baichuan pretended not to hear and strode out the door.
"Rebellious son!"
A teacup flew over, but before it hit Rong Baichuan's back, it seemed to hit something and fell straight to the ground.
At the same time, the old man cried out "Ah" and covered his forehead.
Blood was flowing out from between the fingers.
"Grandfather, your head is bleeding..." Rong Shihan exclaimed.
The old man took his hand and saw that his palm was stained red.
The moment the teacup fell to the ground, he felt as if his forehead was scratched by a piece of porcelain.
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