Chapter 174: Gloating over Misfortunes
As proud as He Xiong was the moment before, he felt as uneasy now.
Under normal circumstances, when the Seventh and Eighth Princes were not at home and the He family did not host a banquet for guests, He Xiong might have been able to rely on Madam He's influence to force He Yu to suppress the matter.
But now, in front of the two princes and all the guests, this matter is no longer a matter that He Zhimiao can just say is irrelevant.
Looking at the Eighth Prince’s face, which was as cold as winter, you could tell how angry he was at the moment.
"Your Highness, please trust me. This matter has nothing to do with me."
Tears glistened in He Zhimiao's eyes, and she looked very pitiful, which normally would arouse men's sympathy, but at this moment everyone just looked at her indifferently.
Not to mention that Chu Jinyan ignored her existence from beginning to end, even Chu Yici, who originally wanted to marry her as his concubine, had no warmth in his eyes when he looked at He Zhimiao.
Unrelated?
Who would believe that?
Such auspicious birds, appearing in pairs, fell to the ground and died when they arrived in her yard. Isn't this as ominous as Lady Wuyang Hou said?
The more Chu Yici thought of He Zhimiao, a blessed man, it was as ridiculous now.
Fortunately, he discovered it early. If he had waited until he reported to his father and told him about the marriage, he would have become a laughing stock in the whole capital.
"Eighth brother, what do you think?" Chu Yici asked Chu Jinyan.
Even so, how to deal with this matter should be left to Chu Jinyan. He is so favored by his father, so offending a few people is no big deal.
Chu Jinyan glanced at Chu Yici faintly, and then his eyes fell on He Zhimiao again.
He Zhimiao felt a chill in her heart when she was stared at by his cold gaze. She felt as if she was buried in ice and snow, making her limbs cold and almost numb.
"Sir He, please bury Bai He properly, and then follow me to the palace to apologize to my father." Chu Jinyan's cold voice was like a muffled thunder that hit He Xiong heavily, scaring him so much that his face turned pale.
He Zhimiao opened his eyes wide in fear and took a step back.
Does the Eighth Prince mean by this that he has convicted her of an ominous crime?
No, she is not an ominous person.
The moment before, she was still receiving everyone's envious gazes, and the next moment, she was slammed down from the clouds. This huge difference was something He Zhimiao could not accept at all.
On that early spring night, He Xiong broke out in a cold sweat: "I...I will enter the palace right away."
Chu Jinyan looked at He Yu again and said, "Lord He, Bai He's sudden death is a serious matter. I have to go to the palace to explain the matter to my father in detail, so I won't stay any longer."
"Yes, yes, Your Highness, go first. I will follow my second brother to the palace to see the emperor later."
Although Bai He died in He Zhimiao's yard, the incident happened in Wu'an Marquis's Mansion. As the head of the family, he had to go to the palace for fear that the emperor would punish him.
He Yu apologized to everyone one by one, then handed the rest of the banquet over to his wife. He rudely pulled He Xiong up from the ground, took Bai He out of the house, found a place with good feng shui to bury him, and then entered the palace.
The guests were led back to the banquet table by the servants.
The wife of Marquis Wu'an twisted her waist and said to He Zhimin with a gloating look: "Alas, such an unlucky thing happened during such a nice banquet. Min'er, let's leave quickly, so as not to be tainted by the ominous aura."
The harsh words made Mrs. He almost vomit blood.
Madam He was furious, but Madam Wu'an was relieved. She glanced at Madam He and He Zhimiao with a half-smile, and walked away with her daughter. Halfway through the walk, she suddenly turned around and said, "Miao'er is such an unlucky person. In order to avoid affecting the fortune of the entire He family, I think she should stay in the temple for a few days and let the Buddha bless Qingqing's bad luck."
"Shut up, are you done yet?" Madam He said angrily, glaring at Madam Wu'an Hou fiercely with her wrinkled face.
The wife of Marquis Wu'an snorted lightly and then left.
Madam He Er hugged her daughter and cried to Madam He Lao, "My poor daughter, how could she suffer such a disaster? What ominous person is clearly someone's nonsense. Mother, you must make the decision for your daughter-in-law. I think the eldest wife is responsible for today's incident. They want to kill Miao'er."
"Miao'er has been well-educated, polite and likable since she was young. How can this be a bad omen? Now that this happened in front of so many guests, how can Miao'er hold her head up high in the future?"
"Not only Miao'er, but also the master and Zhihan will be affected. Zhihan is currently in the marriage stage, how can he marry the daughter of a rich family?"
He Zhimiao was crying beside her, and her crying gave Old Madam He a headache.
In terms of closeness, she definitely favors her son's family, but if she were asked to make the decision at this time, how could an old woman like her wash away the bad luck on He Zhimiao?
After thinking for a while, she said in a slightly irritated tone, "Why don't we send him to a temple to live for a while? With the Buddha's light shining upon him, this matter might be suppressed."
Madam He Er choked: "..."
Why is the old woman making such a fuss?
By sending Miao'er to the temple, isn't it telling everyone in the capital that she went to the temple because of bad luck?
"That's it. When He Xiong comes back, you can discuss it with him. It's such an injustice." Mrs. He said, and then she ran away.
She can enjoy herself, but she feels embarrassed and troubled when asked to solve problems, and she doesn't know how to do it.
Madam He Er looked at Madam He's departing back and said "Pooh" angrily.
He Zhimiao saw that even her grandmother ignored her, so she cried even louder: "Mom...what should I do? I don't want to go to the temple, please help me think of a solution."
Madam He Er clenched her fists, her red-painted nails dug into her flesh, and her eyes flashed a sinister and cold light.
What happened today was too sudden. Although Second Madam He said that it was done by the eldest wife, she denied this possibility in her heart. After all, the white crane was so precious, how could the eldest wife catch it, and it was such a coincidence that it died in Miao'er's yard.
However, Second Madam He felt as if everything was directed at them. If it wasn't the eldest wife's family, who else could be competing against them?
"Don't go to the temple. If you go there, it will confirm your unlucky reputation. Wait for your father to come back from the palace and see what he says. Go back first." Madam He comforted her daughter.
They were too embarrassed to go back after the banquet, so not only her, but everyone in the second house went back to their own courtyards.
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