Chapter 50 Chapter 50 She hates people who don’t keep their promises
Cheng Guang had just dozed off for less than half a moment when he was awakened by a loud knock on the door. He was about to scold someone for disturbing his sweet dream when he suddenly realized that he was in the government office.
The knocks on the door became more and more urgent. He sighed, took his official hat, and walked out quickly.
Shao Yin Huang Xie saw him come out and said hurriedly, "There's some noise over there. The master wants you to come over."
Cheng Guang's face lit up with joy, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace. After taking a few steps, he asked Huang Xie uncertainly, "Have you found out? Is this true this time?"
Huang Xie looked at the bruise under his eye and nodded seriously, "Don't worry, sir, it's definitely someone from the Zhao family this time."
Cheng Guangfu breathed a sigh of relief, looking much more relaxed.
Huang Xie was no longer surprised by this. Ever since Wei Yangbo and his master came up with the strategy of closing the door and beating the dog, no one involved in this plan had a good night's sleep since then.
In fact, now that the Li family is related to the royal family, Cheng Guang, the uncle, does not have to do so much work himself. His subordinates will take care of it. But some time ago, for some unknown reason, Princess Jingyi actually killed Li Zhan with a sword in the Yong'an Marquis Mansion.
Logically speaking, the princess committed the crime and Li Zhan was in the right, so no matter what the reason was, the princess should have given in. However, His Majesty only verbally reprimanded the princess and did not punish her at all.
It was the Li family who couldn't sit still and kept sending people to the princess's mansion to apologize and plead for mercy. It was said that they almost troubled the Li family's wife. In the end, it was the female official beside the princess who came out to speak.
If you want the princess to forgive you for your past mistakes, then ask Prince Consort Li to kneel all the way from the Li family to the door of the princess's mansion and kowtow to the princess to apologize!
As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar. Although His Majesty had issued an oral order not to allow the princess to act recklessly, who would not watch eagerly at such a lively event that only happens once in a century?
Everyone in the capital still remembers that Li Zhan broke off his engagement with the Yong'an Marquis to marry the princess. No matter whether it was a woman in the inner chamber or a young girl, when they mentioned Li Zhan, they would all say that he was a villain who tried to marry someone powerful, a hypocrite, and a heartless man!
Everyone was waiting to see how Li Zhan would end up, and they also wanted to see how the Li and Cheng families would fall from that golden platform.
Looking at Cheng Guang's hurried steps and much thinner figure, Huang Xie prayed silently in his heart.
As long as the Zhao family is captured, His Majesty will be happy, and maybe he can persuade the princess not to let Li Zhan go back on his knees. The Li and Cheng families will save face, and Cheng Guang will be happy, so naturally he will no longer be rude to his subordinates...
*
As Cheng Guang walked into the conference room, the Royal Guards came to report that they saw those people from the Zhao family about to leave the city, but for some unknown reason they returned. They followed them quietly to find their whereabouts, but lost them in the downtown area.
Duan Wenpei stood in front of the Kyoto defense map and pointed at the place where they lost track, and ordered the Imperial Guards to conduct a secret search centered on this point.
Cheng Guang's heart, which had finally settled down, began to hang in the air again. He asked Duan Wenpei nervously, "Could it be that they know about our plan?"
Duan Wenpei frowned slightly at his flustered expression and said disapprovingly, "In the past, we'd lose our tracks within a hundred paces, but this time we were able to follow them all the way to the downtown area. This place is dozens of miles from the city gate. Lord Cheng, do you think they knew our plan in advance?"
Cheng Guang was awakened by his words and realized that he had lost his composure.
"So what happened to them that made them change their minds?"
Duan Wenpei looked at Zhuque Street on the defense map with a serious expression. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and circled several neighborhoods near Zhuque Street with a pen.
"Does it only take half an hour to get to Gu'anfang from here?"
Cheng Guang didn't know why he asked this, but he nodded subconsciously. "If we take the small road, we can get there in two quarters of an hour, not to mention half an hour."
"Master, did you find anything?" Zhuque Street is where merchants gather. It's a well-connected place with many people coming and going. Why did you only mention Gu'anfang? Cheng Guang couldn't figure it out.
Duan Wenpei had already stood up and asked someone to bring the horse over.
It was already dusk, and the orange torches illuminated the front of Jingzhao Mansion. Duan Wenpei, sitting on his horse, looked down at the bewildered Cheng Guang. "Move all your men to the vicinity of the Yin family. Tell the Imperial Guards not to investigate covertly. Conduct a high-profile house-to-house search along Zhuque Street. Claim that a few fugitives have escaped. Let Zhuque Street be as chaotic as possible."
After saying that, he rode his horse forward, and Cheng Guang's question of why such arrangements were made was drowned out by the sound of horse hooves.
*
There is only one family with the surname Yin in Gu'anfang.
At this time, the Yin family's backyard, which should have been quiet, was illuminated by lights as if it were daytime.
In Cunju Hall where Madam Yin lived, Yin Ruizhu was crying breathlessly with her hair loose. She had rarely cried like this since she liked dressing up as a man.
“Stop crying!”
"Don't you want to emulate those heroines who are as brave as any man? Don't you fantasize about walking the world like a man? Have you ever seen a heroine or a man crying in their mother's arms like you?"
Yin Que was annoyed by her crying, his elegant face cracked inch by inch, and he slammed the table in front of him with a deafening sound.
He was a cultivated scholar, and rarely lost his temper. Mrs. Yin, who was holding Yin Ruizhu, couldn't help but twitch her eyes. She tried to persuade him, "Ruizhu already knows she's wrong. Why are you so angry?"
It would have been fine if she hadn't said it, but after hearing it, Yin Que got even more furious. "You still say it's all because of you! A loving mother often spoils her child! If you had listened to me, I wouldn't have let her go out and fool around like this! And now, she actually dared to secretly get married to a person of unknown origin!"
"If she were a child of an aristocratic family, it would be fine, but she had to be from the Zhao family! Go out and ask around, what kind of family is that? I've heard everything I've heard in the mansion, they're the kind of people who will rebel sooner or later! She's caused such a big disaster, and I'm just confining her to the mansion and not allowing her to leave, and then finding her a very good marriage. Am I not doing this for her own good? You actually have the nerve to come here and cry, saying you'd rather die than marry me. Yin Ruizhu, I really regret letting your mother give birth to you!"
As soon as these words came out, the last string in Yin Ruizhu's mind suddenly collapsed. She stood up from Madam Yin's arms, her eyes red as she lowered her head and rammed into the pillar beside her, shouting, "Okay, daughter, I will give this life back to you, parents."
Fortunately, Mrs. Yin had been paying attention. Seeing Yin Ruizhu's face full of determination, she quickly grabbed her arm and hugged her tightly in her arms, calling out "my son" in fear.
Yin Ruizhu stared straight ahead, her almond-shaped eyes, which should have been bright, were now filled with grayness.
She kept murmuring, "Let me die, mother, let me die."
Madam Yin held her head against hers, tears streaming down her face. It was more painful for her to see her most beloved daughter become like this than to kill her.
She turned around to look at her husband, who had a dazed look on his face, and for the first time in her life, she angrily said to him, "Yin Que, let me tell you, if you still want us mother and daughter, and if you still want this family, then don't provoke Zhu'er anymore."
"What about private marriage, what about the Zhao family and the Wang family? This lady doesn't recognize any of them."
"Ah Xu sent people to visit Zhu'er many times, but you refused to let them. Aren't you afraid that these things would get out and damage the reputation of your Yin family? If you had listened to me and let Ah Xu come to your house to comfort Zhu'er earlier, how could Zhu'er become like this! You still want to secretly arrange a marriage for Zhu'er? I tell you, as long as I'm here, you can't do that!"
Mrs. Yin helped Yin Ruizhu up and walked out of Cunju Hall without looking back.
The night wind rushed in from all directions, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker. Looking at the empty flower hall, Yin Que slumped dejectedly into the chair.
After returning from the Big Buddha Temple, Mrs. Yin found that something was wrong with Yin Ruizhu. She could not get any information from Yin Ruizhu, so she could only ask her personal maid indirectly about the cause and process of the whole incident.
Mrs. Yin actually didn't think that much about the matter between Yin Ruizhu and Zhao Huaijue.
Firstly, no matter how much we say, it will be useless to make up for what has already happened. Secondly, Zhao Huaijue's actions this time have made Yin Ruizhu see his true character clearly. Once she recovers, the matter will naturally be over.
The bad thing is that my husband, a scholar, is so pedantic that no one can pull him aside.
After finally coaxing Yin Ruizhu to sleep, Mrs. Yin stared at the smoke slowly rising from the incense burner in a daze.
Having been married for more than twenty years, she knew Yin Que's temperament very well. Her previous disturbance might calm him down for a few days. Once Ruizhu's mood stabilized, she was afraid that the engagement issue would be brought up again. Instead of marrying her to a noble family outside the capital, it would be better to find a good and educated son for Ruizhu in her parents' home.
No matter what, the cousins are getting married, and even if these things are exposed one day, no one will hurt Ruizhu.
Seeing that Yin Ruizhu was frowning and sleeping restlessly, Mrs. Yin reached out and patted her back. She seemed to be back in her childhood, coaxing Yin Ruizhu to sleep.
Mrs. Yin smiled. She didn't know if it was because her mood had improved, but she felt her eyelids were a little heavy. She didn't think much about it, just thinking that it was because she was too tired recently. She yawned lazily, and Mrs. Yin slowly leaned against the bed and fell asleep.
A dark shadow flashed across the room, stirring up the smoke from the incense burner. Madam Yin's clapping hands came to nothing, and the room was plunged into complete darkness.
*
Nan Xu waited from dusk until sunset, and then from sunset until the sky was full of stars, but still did not see Duan Wenpei.
She lay on the chaise longue in the corridor and looked at the crescent moon. The more she looked, the more stupid she felt.
Fortunately, Yuxiang was a lively person. He took Chunya and a few maids, brought a low table, went to the kitchen to get various dried fruits, and took out a jar of wine from the cellar. He told them to write a poem to the moon, and those who couldn't would be punished by drinking.
The poems were naturally not very good, mostly doggerel. In the night, everyone clinked glasses and drank a whole jar of wine in a daze.
When Nanny Jiang discovered it, Nanxu was holding the wine jar under her arm like a pillow. "Drinking wine in the evening, hiccups, breaking the appointment is even more hateful..." Nanny Jiang saw that Nanxu was drunk, and hurriedly called Chunya, who was still sober, to help Nanxu into the house.
Nan Xu leaned softly on Nanny Jiang and staggered into the house. Before entering the house, she glanced outside the yard with drunken eyes. There was no him, nothing, only a lonely lamp swaying in the wind.
Nan Xu smiled, and for some reason she felt like crying.
"hateful…"
She hates people who don't keep their promises the most.
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