Shen Fei hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Dad, my son knows he was wrong."
He walked quickly to Shen Jingjing and said, "Jingjing, we have important things to talk about. You go back first. Don't you have a girl in law? Please spend time with her."
Shen Jingjing said angrily: "Brother, you don't know, Third Aunt is going too far, and that Bingbing is really pissing me off."
The third aunt is the biological mother of the fourth young master and the fourth young lady, while Shen Jingjing's biological mother is the fourth aunt, and her mother-in-law is the fifth young master.
However, Shen Jingjing has been liked by the old lady and the old man since she was a child. She has always regarded herself as a legitimate daughter and has always looked down on those concubines and concubines.
Something happened tonight. Those people dared to disobey her, which made her feel very depressed.
So he came to his father and elder brother to support him and repair those people he couldn't stand.
Shen Fei frowned and whispered: "Don't be ridiculous, we'll talk about it later."
He waved and called a steward who was waiting outside. Although he was standing here to serve, he was still the old man and his trusted aide. The people in front of the old man had status in the family and could speak well.
"You follow the third lady and ask them what's going on. Tell them to be honest and stop being nonstop all day long."
The steward took the order and asked the third lady to go with him.
Although Shen Jingjing was not happy, she saw that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit tense, so she knew it was serious.
But Su Mo actually sat there so seriously, as if she was on an equal footing with her father, which really made her extremely unhappy.
After giving the instructions, An Sheng was walking over quickly holding a slender box.
Shen Fei didn't pick him up, but followed him directly into the house.
Ansheng placed the wooden box that had weathered the passage of time in front of Mr. Shen.
The box looked ordinary, just an ordinary wooden box, and it only cost more than ten pennies.
Compared with the others around it, it is simply out of place, especially the coffee table below, which is made of carved red sandalwood.
None of them understood. If Mr. Shen really had a deep relationship with Mrs. Zijun, how could he use an ordinary wooden box to contain her portrait so casually?
The box looks a bit rotten, and if you use force, it will undoubtedly be broken.
Is it like the feeling that has accumulated over the years?
Mr. Shen stared at it for a moment and said to An Sheng: "Open it."
