Chapter 77 She placed her bet on the old lady
Besides Cheng, there was Rong in the room, so the old lady spoke frankly.
"You know what you said to her family back then. Now, we have to wait until she returns to find out whether the injury on her face is minor or serious, and whether it will leave scars or disfigure her. If it's a minor injury, we will spare no expense and use the best medicine, as long as there is no scar. But what if it disfigures her?"
The old lady paused, then looked at Cheng with a cold gaze: "What are you going to do?"
When Cheng heard this, her arrogance was immediately suppressed by the old lady.
She shrank back, her panic evident.
Yes, if Jinniang's face was disfigured, how would she get married in the future? She did intend to match Jinniang with Heng'er, but that was a backup plan if the Xu family didn't agree.
But if Jinniang's face is damaged, even this alternative will be useless.
How could she let Hengge'er marry Wuyan? If so, not only would her son be ashamed, but she, as a mother, would also be unable to hold her head up.
At the same time, Rong, who was sitting to the left of the old lady, was also stunned. Only then did she realize that Cheng was planning to marry Jinniang to Heng'er.
Even though she had always been calm and tolerant, she quietly clenched her fists at this moment.
Her niece arrived, keeping a low profile and acting with restraint, fearing it would affect Heng'er's academic performance. Cheng was not only unsympathetic, but also so soft-hearted that she nearly kicked Ying'er out of the house.
But once Jinniang arrived, all the restrictions and harsh criticisms previously imposed on Ying'er were no longer valid to her.
Rong had originally thought that Cheng was such a protective person, and if she argued with her about everything, wouldn't she become like her? But she hadn't expected that Cheng, who had always been so proud and had hoped that Heng'er would succeed, would actually be willing to let Heng'er marry Jinniang?
Rong felt regretful for the first time. She shouldn't have tested Heng'er with words when she saw that he was interested in Ying'er.
Now, even if Hengger didn't care about Yinger's family background and really wanted to marry her, she didn't want Yinger to get involved in this mess.
Thinking back to Ying'er's usual expression, it seems that she should not have any interest in Heng'er, right?
Rong thought that before Heng'er's marriage was further disrupted by his mother, she had to arrange Ying'er's marriage as soon as possible, and could not wait until after the Spring Examination as previously planned.
The three Mrs. Du in the room each had her own thoughts and plans. For a moment, they all fell silent and no one spoke.
Fortunately, not long after, I heard from Chaoxia that the young master was escorting the cousin's carriage to the Chuihua Gate.
Cheng Shi couldn't wait any longer and stood up. She was anxious to see how serious the injury on Jin Niang's face was. She left the house and hurried to the Chuihua Gate.
Coincidentally, the maids and servants who had allowed Su Ying and Wan Yi to ride in the carriage ahead had also returned. When Cheng went to greet them, she saw Du Heng walking in front, with Qingquan following behind.
Chunnuan and Qiaoshu accompanied Jinniang on both sides.
Taoxi and others were at the end.
Because she had something on her mind, she even perfunctorily responded when her own son called her "Mother". She hurriedly pushed Chunnuan and Qiaoshu aside and carefully examined Jinniang's face.
Jinniang was in a rather miserable state at this time. She had three knife wounds in total. Her forehead, jaw and back of her hand were all wrapped in clean white cloth. However, the wound on the back of her hand was more serious, and blood had already seeped into the white cloth.
But Cheng didn't even look at her hands, only at her face. She even wanted to untie the white cloth: "Why is it wrapped so thickly? Is the wound deep? What did the doctor say? Will it leave a scar?"
Jinniang didn't want her aunt to look at her like merchandise in front of the servants; it was too unbecoming. Furthermore, her aunt hadn't offered a single word of comfort or concern, focusing solely on the two scars on her face that threatened to disfigure her.
It seems that my aunt has long forgotten the promise that she would speak for the lamp no matter what happens to it.
Jinniang's heart sank. She had originally hoped to use this injury to beg for mercy from her cousin Boheng, her aunt, and even the Du family. But now her aunt was like this, and it really chilled her heart.
She then deliberately said, "Aunt, the doctor said that the wound is fortunately not on the face, but only on the forehead and jaw. The incision is not deep but long, and it is hard to say whether it will leave a scar. The doctor also said that compared to the face, the wound on the hand is quite deep, and even if it heals, there will be traces in the future."
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Cheng's expression relaxed. She was about to say "Amitabha, may the gods and Buddhas bless you," but after hearing the second half, she stammered, "Ah, doctor, are you saying that there is a high probability that you will be, disfigured?"
"Mother, let Jinniang go back and rest first."
Du Heng couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to interrupt his mother's inappropriate words. He frowned at Qiao Shu and Chun Nuan and ordered, "Help Miss cousin back to the East Courtyard."
When Jinniang saw Du Heng coming forward to rescue her, her originally cold heart finally felt a little warmer.
She was carried all the way to the carriage by her cousin. Although he later changed to escorting her on horseback to avoid suspicion, when they arrived at the clinic, he took care of her personally except when he was applying medicine, and never handed her over to anyone else.
If her cousin wasn't gentle and reliable, with a bright future, and could be her support in the future, how could she be so cruel as to let herself get stabbed?
She couldn't let her efforts go to waste. Since her aunt was unreliable, she had to find another way.
"Cousin, no matter what, etiquette cannot be abandoned. Please allow me to report my safety to Grandmother before returning."
Cheng nodded and said yes repeatedly: "Indeed, we should go and tell her first. Your grandmother is waiting. She is worried about whether you are broken, uh, she is worried about your injury!"
Although the old lady and Rong were mentally prepared, they still gasped when they saw Jinniang being helped into the house.
Deng Jinniang's face was wrapped in two white cloths. Although her features were not covered, her sorrowful eyes and pale lips silently told of the danger she had encountered today. Not to mention the wound on the back of her hand, which was already stained with blood.
"It's already late, why are you still being polite? Help my cousin up."
Seeing Jinniang was about to bow to her, the old lady quickly stopped her and said, "Zhaoxia, please let my cousin sit down and get some cushions for her to lean on."
The old lady felt sorry for Jinniang. She was in her prime and at the age when she loved beauty, but she had only been in Beijing for a few days and had encountered such misfortune.
However, the old lady was even more angry at her grandson. How could he, who had always been calm, make such a mistake?
Deng Jinniang had been secretly observing the old lady's reaction since entering the room. Her aunt's behavior had made her realize that not only would she not be grateful for blocking the knife for her cousin, but she would actually be disliked for the wound on her face. Her self-inflicted self-inflicted injury would become a joke, costing both the lady and the army.
Her mother often told her that her aunt was a poor fellow, but she had the good fortune to marry a Hanlin editor. As soon as she entered the family, she was brought up by her mother-in-law and became the mistress of the household. A few years later, her husband joined the Ministry of Rites, and she became the wife of the Minister of Rites.
Jinniang felt that her aunt was lucky, not because of anything else, but because she married into a good family and had a sensible and overall-minded mother-in-law.
So she placed her bet on the old lady.
As expected, the old man said in a deep voice, "Heng'er, as an older brother, how do you take care of your younger sister?"
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