Chapter 226 Clouds and Mud

Perhaps sensing that her tone was a little off, Murong Yan's mother hesitated for a moment before whispering, "Yan'er didn't say that, but I saw that you, a girl, have such a hard time, and I felt sorry for you."

"If you had gotten married earlier, Yan'er would have supported you and you would have just stayed at home to take care of your husband and children and enjoy a peaceful life, wouldn't that be good?"

After hearing these words, Xie Zhuoning's smile disappeared completely, and his almond-shaped eyes were as deep as an ancient well with no bottom to be seen.

For women in this world, perhaps choosing a good man, taking care of their husband and children, and being trapped in the royal courtyard for the rest of their lives is their destiny.

But that is not Xie Zhuoning's destination.

She suddenly understood why, after knowing that Xiao Jinxuan had no problem in that aspect, she began to hesitate about whether to have a child with him.

Because even she herself didn't know, when the child was born, whether she would treat him as her own child or as a sword to influence the political situation.

Thinking back, she narrowed her eyes and softened her expression. "Aunt, Murong and I will take care of the engagement. You are tired, so go back and rest. From now on, let the servants do these things."

No matter what, she was wrong about the engagement and used Murong Yan as a shield.

It’s not surprising that the elderly have these thoughts since they don’t know the truth.

But she had to talk to Mr. Murong about this matter.

Unexpectedly, when I was thinking about him, I saw him walking quickly from the door, panting, with beads of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he came here in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the room, he opened his mouth nervously, "Miss, my mother didn't say anything to you, did she?"

His mother looked at Xie Zhuoning with some embarrassment and pleading. Xie Zhuoning raised the corner of his lips and said, "She didn't say anything. Auntie just made some delicious food for me."

Murong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I'll take my mother back first."

Xie Zhuoning nodded, "Yeah."

After getting the permission, Murong Yan helped his mother leave.

As soon as he walked out of the dining hall, the smile on his face faded.

Even though the weather was hot, he made people feel inexplicably lonely and desolate.

His mother asked in a low voice, "Yan'er, did I do something wrong?"

After taking a deep breath, Murong Yan said slowly, "Mom, you are right. It's my fault for not explaining it to you clearly. The eldest lady and I are like clouds and mud. She is so good, there must be better men to match her. My son is not a good match for her."

"Just pretend that there has never been an engagement, and don't mention it again."

…

Afternoon.

Xie Zhuoning was writing a letter to his father when Fuling came in to report that Mr. Murong wanted to see him.

"Let him in." The tip of the pen dipped in ink flowed smoothly on the paper, recounting everything that had happened recently.

Murong Yan came in and saw her writing a letter, so he walked over to her side and started talking while grinding ink for her.

"The young master received a letter saying that he has arrived safely at the North Gate. But I heard that he was too arrogant and was severely abused several times not long after entering the camp."

Xie Zhuoning didn't even raise his head and continued writing, "Dad didn't mention it in the letter, so it's okay. Let him take the punishment."

Teenagers are at a time when they become more courageous with every setback.

After writing the letter, she picked it up and gently blew away the ink stains.

Murong Yan took it, folded it carefully, softened it with honey wax, and sealed it carefully.

Xie Zhuoning walked to the copper basin, washed his hands with water, and asked casually, "Aunt, do you need me to explain something to you?"

Hearing this, Murong Yan's hand trembled and a drop of wax dripped onto his hand, instantly leaving a red spot on the back of his hand.

He wiped it away without leaving a trace. "No need. I have already made it clear to my mother. She will not trouble you again in the future."

Xie Zhuoning was silent for a moment, which was unusual for him. "I am the one who is sorry for you."

Unexpectedly, Murong Yan smiled and was more open-minded than she was. "Miss, you are too serious. Throughout history, those who have accomplished great things have not been fussy about small matters. Besides, as your adviser, it is my job to help you solve your problems."

So, there is nothing to be sorry about.

After hearing what he said, Xie Zhuoning felt better and started discussing the list with him.

Murong Yan thought about it and gave her an idea, "Since Miss Hongxiu is at home, why not invite her over and re-enact what happened that day."

Who knows, maybe I can remember some details that were missed.

Xie Zhuoning clapped his hands, "Good idea!"

…

In the blink of an eye, it was the seventh day of August.

Song Jian, the Vice Minister of Works, married his daughter off to a high-ranking mansion, the Duke of Zheng.

For a while, the party was crowded with guests and extremely lively.

Minister Song and his wife were welcoming guests at the gate when they suddenly heard the doorman shouting:

"The wife of Marquis Changxing has arrived!"

The couple's faces suddenly changed. Before they could even hide the sullen look on their faces, two figures walked in.

"Hey, Dad, Madam, what are you looking at? Your daughter is back, aren't you happy?"

The one walking in front was Song Yuqiu. In order to join in the fun, she went to Niyifang and bought herself a set of beautiful clothes. She was so eager to steal the limelight from the new bride.

Following closely behind was Xie Zhuoning who came to watch the fun. She was dressed as a maid and was as low-key as possible. She decided to leave the job of ruining the place to A-Yu.

Mrs. Sun looked unhappy when she saw Song Yuqiu. "What are you doing here?"

Song Yuqiu grinned with her big white teeth, "My sister is getting married, so of course I came to congratulate her!"

Minister Song threatened with a vigilant look on his face, "I don't care whether you are the Marquis's wife or not. If you dare to cause trouble here today, I will not forgive you!"

Song Yuqiu blinked her innocent eyes, "Look at what you said, Dad. I am so grateful to my sister, how could I possibly cause trouble? If she hadn't sacrificed herself for others, I would be the one marrying into the Duke of Zheng's mansion today!"

Who in the capital doesn't know that they brought her to the capital in preparation for her remarriage?

For a while, the guests couldn't stop talking about it.

Madam Sun snorted coldly and glanced at her. "What are you so proud of? You are at best a marquis' wife. My daughter Yao is marrying the legitimate son of the Duke of Zheng, the nephew of the Empress Dowager!"

"The Duke said that Yin Lei's dementia can be cured. When he inherits the Duke's Mansion in the future, you will have to pay your respects to Yao'er when you see her, right?"

Song Yuqiu thought it was no wonder, she had been extremely reluctant to marry her precious daughter off to that place before, but now she was happily holding the wedding here.

It turned out that it was Duke Zheng who came and gave the couple peace of mind.

But he only told Song Jian and his wife that Yin Lei could recover, but he didn't say that his daughter's life had to be used as a medicine?

Unable to hold back, Song Yuqiu covered her lips and sneered.

This immediately caused Minister Song to be dissatisfied, "What are you laughing at?"

"You can't even laugh at a joke you told?" Song Yuqiu raised an eyebrow and glanced at his so-called father, finding it extremely ironic.

It is said that even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, but some people are not born to be parents.

"And Dad, your forehead seems to be a little black. I'm afraid there will be some bloody disaster."