Although they knew that King Jin was here, there were still not many guests who came to express their condolences. Since it was not a family matter of King Jin, Dou Qushan and others did not come to avoid suspicion.
On the contrary, Yue Huaiyu and Qi Yu came together with their mother because they had a personal relationship with Song Huiyue in Tanzhou.
The little Song family could not accommodate so many servants and attendants from the Yue family. Mrs. Yue hesitated on the carriage and was unwilling to get off. At the same time, because Yue Huaiyu and Yue Zhongtai took matters into their own hands and went to the Zhang family to break off their engagement, she became angry like a toad.
Fortunately, the Zhang family has not agreed yet.
She thought that even though Zhang Xutang was in prison, Prime Minister Zhang was still standing in the court, so the father and daughter hurriedly called off the engagement. Now it was good, the Zhang family escaped intact, but Yue Huaiyu's marriage was in trouble.
No whereabouts.
Where can I find a family like the Zhang family?
All said and done, it was her daughter's fault. She always looked down on Zhang Xutang's romantic style and took the opportunity to persuade Yue Zhongtai to break off the engagement.
She doesn't think it's a problem for men to have sex and drink outdoors.
For example, Yue Zhongtai is strong and energetic. At this age, he is still like a wolf and a tiger, sowing seeds everywhere. Not to mention that Yue Zhongtai doesn't come into her door, even if he does, she can't resist it.
But outside, no one would respect her as Mrs. Yue.
The mother and daughter were sitting in a carriage. They had countless things to say, but due to the affection between mother and daughter, they were very restrained in what they said.
Song Huiyue's howling sound came from inside the Song family. Yue Huaiyu opened the curtain and looked inside, and saw the King of Jin dragging Song Huiyue away.
Mrs. Yue shook her head: "Look at King Jin. He doesn't sit high in the bright hall, but is guarding here. On the surface, he is said to value love and justice, but in his heart, he is laughing at him. How can he compare with King Yan."
Yue Huaiyu's mind immediately flashed to the ordinary face of King Yan and the fairy appearance of King Jin, and he immediately sneered in his heart.
Mrs. Yue said again: "Look, you have called off the engagement. If King Jin's plan here fails, where can he find someone better than the Zhang family? It's hard to find one even with a lantern."
Yue Huaiyu said without hesitation: "I can find a better one with my eyes closed."
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Yue wished she could cover her mouth, "Look at all the men in Kyoto. As long as they are rich and powerful, there is no one who is not out having fun."
Yue Huaiyu immediately listed several people who were clean and self-sufficient, headed by the King of Jin, including the son of the Pei family.
"Bah, men are all the same. When they get married, they carry one concubine after another to the house. You listen to mother and go to the Zhang family to admit your mistake. Let's marry Zhang Xutang. From now on, we will have a good life and a good life.
, isn’t it good?”
"Then I would rather twist my hair and become a sister-in-law, or become a female teacher."
Madam-in-law slapped her twice angrily: "You are going to piss me off so much that I have fed you for nothing! If you don't listen to me, you will regret it in the future!"
Mrs. Yue was furious and started to speak eloquently: "Let me tell you, our family is on the side of King Yan. Your eldest sister will be the queen in the future. Even if you marry King Jin, your family will not help!"
Yue Huaiyu turned to look at Mrs. Yue and sneered: "I know you only have eldest sister in your heart. The family has the favor of the emperor to ensure prosperity and wealth for generations to come. You still want to use me to stabilize eldest sister's position in Prince Yan's palace. I
Look, don’t worry about who I marry. If I get to marry the King of Jin, it’s my fate. If I get to marry a beggar, it’s my own choice. I can’t blame anyone.”
"You... you... are unfilial! Do you think you have a few more years to choose! There will be times when you will regret it!"
"If you really fall in love with Zhang Xutang, just marry him yourself!"
Yue Huaiyu suddenly opened the car curtain, lifted up her skirt and got out of the carriage. She took a deep breath and thought that it would be unlucky for her to marry Zhang Xutang.
Her mother didn't love herself and kept pushing herself into the fire pit. She had to earn a way out for herself no matter what.
She mobilized her dignified ladylike face, walked into the Song family, and found Qi Yu.
She came with a purpose.
There is one more thing she needs to do to break off her engagement with Zhang Xutang.
Qi Yu's eyes were red from crying, but with a strange light, he suppressed his internal injuries under Mrs. Qi's suppression. When he saw Yue Huaiyu, he grinned. When Yue Huaiyu saluted, he held his hands and said: "
Mrs. Song is so pitiful."
Yue Huaiyu nodded: "Yes."
With this topic in mind, Qi Yu's words began to pour out: "Did you see King Jin just now? King Jin is so kind. He has always been here with you, but now many people say that King Jin is not good and has succumbed to power...
"
Mrs. Qi coughed heavily, Qi Yu shivered and quickly lowered his voice: "Let's go somewhere else for a walk."
However, when she looked up, she saw that the Song family was so small that there was nowhere to go. If they took two more steps, they would reach the kitchen.
Yue Huaiyu took her hand: "Let's go see Mrs. Song and comfort her."
Qi Yu nodded quickly, then turned to ask Mrs. Qi for instructions. After receiving Mrs. Qi's approval, he left with Yue Huaiyu.
In just a few steps, she still chatted with Yue Huaiyu: "When it was first reported that the Zhang family was rebelling, my mother was scared to death. She said that King Jin would definitely not let the Zhang family go. What do you think King Jin...
…”
Before she finished speaking, she shut her mouth because Huang Ting was already in front of her.
Huang Ting guarded the door, looking at the two little girls with a smile, and had no intention of getting out of the way.
Amidst the sounds of chanting sutras, reciting Buddha's name, and playing wooden fish, drums, and cymbals, Yue Huaiyu said to Huang Tingfu generously: "The noble lady in trouble has informed me that we would like to go in and talk to Mrs. Song to distract her and avoid being too sad."
Huang Ting quickly agreed. There was a lot of noise in the yard, so he opened the door a little and went in to communicate.
Qi Yu's gaze immediately followed her like a snake. Even though it was just a quick glance, she still saw clearly what was going on inside.
The house is clean and bright, with simple furnishings. There is a set of camphorwood Eight Immortals tables in the outer room, a small table by the window, and a pot of orchids with fat leaves. There are four origami screens in the middle, blocking the black lacquered bed in the inner room.
Qi Yu whispered in Yue Huaiyu's ear: "Why did the prince and Madam Song get in?"
Yue Huaiyu said vaguely: "Maybe she fainted."
Soon Huang Ting came out, still smiling, but the smile changed slightly in an instant and seemed much more sincere.
Yue Huaiyu could see this change at a glance. As expected, Huang Ting opened the door and invited the two of them in.
When he opened the door again this time, King Jin and Song Huiyue were already sitting on the Eight Immortals table. King Jin looked warm and asked them not to be too polite. He also asked the chamberlain to serve them tea and then walked out.
Qi Yu waited for King Jin to go out, then breathed a sigh of relief and glanced behind the screen.
This time she saw clearly that there was a bed behind the screen and a pair of men's shoes under the bed.
She couldn't help but stood up and took a look on her tiptoes, and then her expression became strange: "Ms. Song, your brother..."
Seeing her looking so strange, Yue Huaiyu couldn't help but get up and take a look. When he came back and sat down, his heart was still beating wildly.
They had all seen Song Qinghui when they were in Tanzhou. Although he was stupid, he was active and lively and more decent than ordinary children. Now he was lying motionless on the bed, just like the pot of orchids with fat leaves on the small table - even though there were many branches and leaves.