Chapter 572: Move in with your own son
He Xiong looked at He Yu in astonishment, pointing at him with a trembling finger: "You..."
"What do you mean by 'I'? If Censor He wants to impeach or retaliate, please feel free to do so. This is a good opportunity for everyone to see what this is all about." He Yu interrupted what He Xiong was about to say in a bad mood.
Disobedient and unfilial?
He didn't believe that He Xiong had the nerve to impeach the emperor.
When Mrs. He heard what He Yu said, she was so angry that she trembled all over.
This beast, this beast.
How dare you talk to her like that?
Even if the child was not hers, she still bears the title of the stepmother. He Yu actually dares to ignore her. He is really too arrogant.
Old Madam He wanted to beat He Yu, the unfilial son, to death, but when she saw the miserable family of the second wife, she suddenly felt a fishy and sweet taste in her throat.
"Okay, what are you doing as a family?" She endured it all in one breath, looked at He Yu and said, "When have I ever been dissatisfied with you? If you don't want to, that's fine. Why do you have to say such harsh words? I am your mother anyway. What's the matter? Do you still want to drive me out of the Marquis' Mansion?"
Although she wanted to live with her biological son, she was even more reluctant to give up her identity as the old lady of the Marquis's Mansion.
The title of Marquis of Wu'an should have belonged to her son. Why should she, the old lady of the Marquisate, leave?
The damn He Yu wanted to take the opportunity to kill them both, mother and son, but she didn't agree with him.
"Since mother has nothing to complain about, I will take my leave." He Yu clasped his fists towards Madam He, not even bothering to look at the messy house again, and turned around and strode away.
Upon seeing this, the wife of Marquis Wu'an hurriedly pulled He Zhimin to follow.
What the hell…
"My Lord, I don't know when the fourth child hooked up with the servant in our house. The birthday banquet has been ruined. I think it's not appropriate to leave a door between our two houses. Today it's the fourth girl, who knows which one of the second house will be the next one? The second house doesn't care about face, but the girls in our house care about reputation."
The wife of Marquis Wu'an walked beside He Yu and said angrily through gritted teeth.
He Yu listened to what the wife of Marquis Wu'an said, and said with a sullen face, "Let's have someone tear down that door and seal up the wall tomorrow. From now on, the second room can come to pay respects to mother on the first and fifteenth day of every month. They don't have to come every day."
"What if mother disagrees and makes a scene?"
"Hmph, if she doesn't agree, let her move in with He Xiong." He Yu said unhappily.
After hearing this, the wife of Marquis Wu'an was immediately delighted, but she did not show it too obviously: "Okay, Lord Marquis."
So, after He Xiong's family returned to their mansion with sad faces, the wife of Marquis Wu'an immediately ordered the housekeeper to find craftsmen to prepare to seal up the wall separating the family from the second house.
At this moment, He Xiong still didn't know what He Yu was planning.
In He Zhimiao's room, Luo sat by the bed, anxiously looking at her unconscious daughter, while He Xiong paced back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, his face so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.
"Master, why is Miao'er still not awake? Let's call a doctor."
"No." He Xiong interrupted Luo without hesitation: "Are you not embarrassed enough to call a doctor at this time?"
He desperately wanted to know what went wrong. He was the one who sent Song Yanjun to bed with his own hands, so why did he become a servant in the Marquis's mansion?
Luo was extremely anxious and could only sit aside and wait.
Except for He Zhimiao's personal maid and Luo's confidant who were guarding outside the door, the rest of the people hid far away. If curiosity took over at this time, they would really not know how they died.
An unknown amount of time had passed, He Xiong and Luo were almost losing their patience when He Zhimiao on the bed suddenly groaned and woke up.
"Miao'er." Luo called out anxiously, "You're awake."
"Mom..." He Zhimiao's mind was in a mess. When he opened his eyes and saw Luo, he shouted blankly.
He Xiong also rushed to the bedside, frowned and looked at He Zhimiao anxiously: "Where is Song Yanjun? Why is the person sleeping with you a servant? Do you know that so many guests who came today saw you having an affair with the servant? It's really a disgrace to the He family. What happened after I left?"
As He Xiong finished speaking, He Zhimiao was stunned for a moment and suddenly remembered what happened before she fainted. Then, her pupils suddenly shrank at his words. She looked at He Xiong in horror and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, what are you talking about? What do you mean the person sleeping with me is a servant..."
How is that possible?
No, no! She must have heard it wrong.
How could she have an affair with a servant?
"Dad, are you lying to me?"
He Zhimiao stared at He Xiong and Luo in front of him with eyes wide open, trying to find any sign of abnormality on their faces, but obviously there was none.
In an instant, the blood drained from her face, turning as pale as paper, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. Countless despair surged towards her like a tide, making her feel suffocated.
He Xiong didn't have the heart to comfort He Zhimiao at this time. He asked again with a cold face: "What's going on? Why don't you explain it to me quickly."
He Xiong felt deeply uneasy as he failed to plot against Song Yanjun.
He Zhimiao looked at his furious father, holding his head with both hands and screaming madly, tears all over his face: "I don't know, I was knocked unconscious by Lu Xiang, I don't know anything..."
Luo jumped up from the bed in shock: "What, Lu Xiang knocked you out!"
"It's all your fault. If you hadn't forced me to give myself to Song Yanjun, my reputation would not have been ruined. I hate you. I hate you so much." He Zhimiao roared at He Xiong and Luo with red eyes.
So many people saw her sleeping with a slave...her innocence was gone.
Whenever He Zhimiao thought of the situation at that time, he felt his eyes go dark and a huge hatred welled up in his heart.
Luo's face froze, and she said awkwardly, "We are doing this for your own good. It was Lu Xiang who destroyed our family, otherwise you would have been the Crown Prince's Consort for sure."
"Get out, all of you!" He Zhimiao looked at Luo, her chest felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. She grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at Luo, her red eyes full of anger and hatred.
Mrs. Luo was so angry that she wanted to curse, but when she saw her daughter on the verge of collapse, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
"You've really lost your mind to regard your own parents as enemies." Luo said angrily, and then looked at He Xiong who looked dazed and said, "Master, let's go and let Miaoer think about it carefully."
This enemy doesn't know what's good for him.
Now that the plan has failed, it's all their fault.
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