The atmosphere at this time was quite solemn. Ever since Huangfu Zhao and Huangfuling fled home with a group of defeated soldiers half a day ago, a gloomy atmosphere has always shrouded the Huangfu family.
Everyone is waiting for the ancestor to come out and handle the matter personally.
This matter concerns the future of the entire Huangfu family, so the head of the Huangfu family cannot afford to neglect it easily.
Huangfu Qinghe sat silently at the top.
There were two neat rows of people kneeling at the bottom of the main hall, from Huangfu Zhao to Huangfuling, to Elder Cen, Elder Gao and other entourage. Everyone looked solemn and silent.
Mrs. Liu, the mistress of the Huangfu family, was sitting next to her husband, with a rather anxious look on her face, and she cast her eyes on her son from time to time.
She felt unspeakably sad.
Azhao, a kid who narrowly escaped death and returned home from that hellish place, was punished by his master.
She has given birth to five sons in her life, all of whom are outstanding, but from what Ah Zhao said just now, it seems that Huangfu Qingtian's daughter's qualifications and abilities are completely superior to those of her sons?
This made her feel very uncomfortable, but now was not the time to care about it. She had to find a way to calm the master down.
"Master." Mrs. Liu turned to look at her husband, "Azhao and Ling'er have come back all the way after a long journey. Shouldn't we let them go back to wash up and rest before questioning?"
Who would have thought that she didn't mention it, but as soon as she mentioned it, the head of the Huangfu family became even more angry, picked up a teacup and threw it at Huangfu Zhao's head, "How dare you plead for mercy? How dare you let them wash and rest? You are really a nurturing person. I have a good son who will become a talented person!"
"Go out and donate all the exquisite umbrellas that have been passed down in the family! The rings are gone, and all the materials and supplies have been handed over. You are really a good mother!"
Mrs. Liu was furiously retorted by Huangfu Qinghe. She felt extremely aggrieved, but on the surface she did not dare to quibble.
She has known her husband's temperament very well after having known him for so many years.
When he is angry, the more you refute him, the angrier he will become, so the best way is to show a soft and weak posture like the second aunt, kneel next to Huangfuling, and cry with her daughter.
But Mrs. Liu couldn't do this. She was dozens of years old and still acted weak in front of her husband. She was the mistress of the Huangfu family, so naturally she couldn't be so pretentious.
Huangfuzhao knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only listen to the lecture with his head buried.
But Huangfuling was very unconvinced. She felt that she was not wrong at all.
Was she willing to dedicate the ring to others? Wasn't she forced to hand it over due to damn pressure?
"It's all because of that Jiang Nai." Huangfuling raised his head and shouted angrily, "It's all her fault. Everything we had on us was stolen by this robber."
"Father, mother, this is not my and eldest brother's fault." Huangfuling impatiently threw away her mother's hand, crawled forward a few steps, and shouted with a stubborn look on her face, "Father, don't you say it's your fault for me and eldest brother?" You have made the decision and now you are blaming us?"
"Ling'er, why are you talking to your father?" The second aunt's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly climbed up a few steps, pressed her daughter's hand, and said softly to the angry head of the Huangfu family, "Master, Ling'er She is still young and not sensible, so don't get angry with her."
"You're still young!" Huangfu Qinghe scolded, "She's already a big girl in her early twenties! She's been taught by you women to be domineering and domineering, and she can't listen to what others say."