The old lady always treats the girls in the mansion based on their value, and the most direct way to measure the value of girls is to see what kind of family they marry into.
Mr. Shen Sanye is gone, what value can a dead person have?
Su Qingyu didn't even raise her eyelids, and said in a cold voice: "It's just right, you can suppress me, you have to open your eyes and look for a husband, and see if the one you find can compare to Mr. Shen Sanye."
There are very few people in this world who can compare to Third Master Shen, even if he is dead.
Su Yihui frowned. She wanted to marry a man of higher status. Not to say that she was superior to Su Qingyu, but she also didn't want to be too far behind her, so she hadn't gotten engaged yet.
Su Qingyu hit the nail on the head at this moment, and Su Yihui said, "If he were alive, you would still have the capital to be arrogant. But now that he's dead, I don't know why you're so arrogant."
"But it's also true that if he were alive, he wouldn't marry you."
Su Qingyu raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at her with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
In her previous life, Su Yihui married a year later. Her husband was Song Hongshen, a bastard son of the Marquis of Loyalty and Righteousness. He was a man of extraordinary talent and good looks. Although a bastard, he made great contributions to the expansion of the country.
Unexpectedly, the day after Song Hongshen returned to Beijing after being crowned a king for his meritorious service, he discovered the affair between Su Yihui and Xu Liangping, the grandson of Xu Yixiang, the chief minister of the cabinet.
Song Hongshen directly wrote a letter of divorce, and Su Yihui did not marry into the Xu family in the end. Instead, she was sent to the ancestral temple in the old house in Shaoyang by the Su family.
The incident of catching the adulterer caused a huge uproar and became a laughing stock in Beijing for a time. The Su, Song and Xu families all became the topic of conversation among the people after dinner.
Su Qingyu didn't want to engage in meaningless verbal arguments, so she closed her eyes and rested.
More than an hour later, the carriage stopped at Huguo Temple. Su Qingyu's maid Hu went in to find the master in charge and booked the courtyard where the Su family lived. Although they might go back at night, the young lady and the maids needed a place to rest.
According to age, Su Qingyu lived in the main house, Su Yihui lived in the east wing, and the servants lived in the west wing.
"Pearl, my things are in the main room, but I'll rest with you in the side room. We'll have one room." Su Qingyu whispered to Pearl.
Pearl's expression changed. "Miss, are you saying that someone is trying to do something bad?"
Su Qingyu's eyes were dark, but seeing Zhenzhu's nervous expression, she smiled and comforted her, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but it never hurts to be careful."
Especially now that they were in the temple, if something really happened, she wouldn't be able to find help.
Su Qingyu brought pearls and jadeite, and the two maids held offerings and scriptures. The master and his servants left the house and planned to find Master Ci'en to light incense and perform rituals.
Ordinary people naturally cannot disturb Master Ci'en when performing rituals, but the Su family spends a lot of money on incense at the Huguo Temple every year. In addition, Su Qingyu has met Master Ci'en several times, so they want to ask him to perform this ritual for Master Shen San in person.
The Huguo Temple was built halfway up the mountain, and Master Ci'en stayed behind the Main Hall at the highest point all year round.
Pearl looked at the sky and said, "It's so overcast, it looks like it's going to snow."
Su Qingyu was walking on the bluestone path beside the Great Hall. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "If it snows, we can stay here for one night and go down the mountain tomorrow."
"The vegetarian food at Huguo Temple is delicious, especially the tofu. I heard it's made with spring water brought up from the mountains. The soy milk is incredibly sweet even without sugar."
"After the snow, the night view of the mountain becomes even more beautiful. The lights in the palace are always on, and it is magnificent and majestic."
Pearl blinked twice. "Miss, you've never stayed at Huguo Temple before, so how come you sound so reasonable?"
Su Qingyu blurted out, "Even if you haven't eaten pork, have you seen a pig run?"
After saying that, she stuck out her tongue playfully and put her hands together, "Buddha, please don't blame me. I didn't mean it."
The master and his two servants finally made it to the backyard, but before they could get close to the room where Master Ci'en lived, they were blocked by a young monk.
"Donor, Master Ci'en is meeting guests and will not see anyone else today."
Su Qingyu was stunned. A guest?
But the first seven days of mourning are not like other rituals, so it’s not good to do it two days later.
Su Qingyu said politely: "Little Master, can you help me ask Master Ci'en and tell him that Su Qingyu, the daughter of the Su family, is here to perform the first seven rituals for Mr. Shen Sanye."
If Master Ci'en is really not available, she will have to find another master.
When the young monk heard that it was someone from the Su family and that they were performing a ritual for Master Shen San, he said, “Then I will go in and ask the master.”
Don’t say that monks don’t care about worldly affairs. The Huguo Temple is closely connected with the powerful and wealthy in the capital.
Poor people cannot invite Master Ci'en to perform rituals.
Soon, the young novice monk came out and gestured to invite her in. "Master Ci'en, please invite Miss Su in to speak. These two female donors, please come with me to the side room to have a bowl of soy milk to warm yourself up."
The implication was that only Su Qingyu could go alone.
Su Qingyu was overjoyed when she heard this. Since Master Ci'en was willing to see her, this matter was almost certain.
I followed the little monk into the meditation room behind the main hall. As soon as I entered, I saw two people sitting on the ground on cushions with a chessboard in the middle.
One of them was Master Ci'en, who was over 60 years old, and the other was the man she met in Mr. Shen San's study that day.
Su Qingyu bowed slightly, "Greetings to Master Ci'en, and greetings to...this lord."
The man raised his head, a faint smile on his elegant and handsome face, and his eyes were deep and calm.
"My last name is Yan, and I'm the third in the family."
Su Qingyu was stunned. "Surname Yan?" The old lady of the Shen family's surname was Yan.
She remembered that the Yan family did have a third master, who was about thirty years old, and the age matched that of the person in front of her.
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
