Murong Shen clenched his fists and his expression became increasingly gloomy.
Mrs. Murong gave up without seeing the good news, and continued to cry: "It's hard to be a stepmother. I have been careful these years, lest I am not careful in any way, and I will be laughed at by outsiders. It's okay for you to be ungrateful, and now you are questioning me because of an outsider.
Your conscience has been eaten by a dog!"
Murong Shen couldn't bear it anymore and said coldly: "No one forced you to marry your father for a second marriage back then. It was you who wanted to marry yourself, dedicated yourself in private, and told your father that you would be good to me. Shouldn't you have forgotten all these old things?
Come on!"
Mrs. Murong: "..."
Mrs. Murong was like a hen that had been strangled by the neck. Her crying suddenly stopped and the handkerchief fell to the ground, revealing a face of shock, shame and anger.
Murong Shen's eyes were cold, looking at her with an unprecedented disgust and unkindness: "If you want glory and wealth, you already have it."
"From now on, please don't interfere in my affairs. Who I want to marry is my own business. No one can manipulate me."
"I only go to Zhao's house once. If I go to Zhao's house next time, don't blame me for not giving you face."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Madam Murong seemed to have been cramped, and suddenly lost all strength. She fell down and sat on the ground, tears pouring out.
Even a stone should have warmed up after so many years. This stepson’s heart is colder than ice and harder than stone.
I don't know how long I cried, but a familiar voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Mother."
A young man with a handsome face eagerly helped Mrs. Murong, who was sitting limply and crying bitterly: "Who made my mother so sad?"
This young man is none other than Murong Yan's twin brother Murong Ke.
A tree must take root, and a son must be his own. This is absolutely true. No matter how nice you are to someone else's son, it's useless. Her biological son still loves her.
Mrs. Murong sobbed and was helped up: "It's your eldest brother."
The fourteen-year-old Murong Ke was both respectful and fearful of his eight-year-old brother. He hesitated for a moment and whispered: "If the elder brother is unhappy, mother will coax him to give in. Just don't mess with the elder brother."
Mrs. Murong: "..."
…
Murong Shen rode his horse out of Murong Mansion and went to Zhao Mansion, the Minister of Industry.
According to the etiquette, he sent a greeting card and a generous gift of apology.
As a result, both the invitations and gifts were returned. The Zhao family's concierge looked apologetic: "I'm sorry. Miss Six refused to accept the invitations, let alone the gifts. Please ask Mr. Murong to take them back!"
The mere Zhao Mansion, in his previous life, would not have been enough for him to raise his eyebrows.
But now, he is just Colonel Murong.
The thick door and tall wall are enough to block his way.
Murong Shen was silent for a moment and then said: "Miss Zhao Liu refuses to see me. Please give me this letter to Miss Zhao Liu."
As he spoke, he took out a letter and a thick purse from his sleeve.
The Zhao family's porter made a sad face and waved his hands repeatedly: "Mr. Murong, please don't embarrass me. Miss Six has specifically ordered that you are not allowed to deliver messages for Mr. Murong. Even oral messages are not allowed to be passed into the inner house. I really don't dare to ask for this purse."
Murong Shen: "..."
Zhao Xiyan, you are really hard-hearted.
To Xu Jing, it is like a warm spring breeze, but to me, it is like a cold winter day.
Murong Shen was so angry that he laughed back. Before leaving, he took a deep look in the direction of the Zhao family's inner house.
…
"Miss, Colonel Murong has left."
The hosta came quietly and whispered in Zhao Xiyan's ear.
Zhao Xiyan nodded slightly and continued to paint with his head down.
The hosta hesitated for a moment and whispered: "Miss Murong was so angry yesterday that she made Mrs. Murong angry, and she is like this again today. I'm afraid Captain Murong is unhappy."
Zhao Xiyan stopped her movements and looked up at the hosta: "If I want Murong Shen to be happy, I have to cancel the engagement and marry into Murong's family."
Hosta: "..."
Jade Hosta smiled: "I'm too talkative."
"Yuhan, I know you are worried that I will offend the Murong family, so you persuade me like this." Zhao Xiyan said softly: "It's just that there are some things that you cannot tolerate, and you cannot take a step back."
Hosta whispered: "I know what the young lady means, so I won't tell you anything from now on."
Zhao Xiyan smiled and continued to paint with her head down.
No matter what the road ahead is, life must move forward slowly. Don’t be sad, smile instead.
"Miss," Haitang walked in quickly: "The concierge has sent a greeting card. It was sent by the Su family girl."
A girl from the Su family?
Zhao Xiyan was a little surprised and reached out to take the post.
The handwriting on this post was beautiful and elegant, inviting her to a lotus appreciation banquet at Su's house, and the signature was Su Jin.
I can't finish this painting today.
Zhao Xiyan sighed softly in her heart and picked up her pen to write a reply.
She can write more than ten kinds of fonts, and the one she usually displays in front of people is the most common Xiaokai with hairpins and flowers. Many boudoir girls like to practice Xiaokai with hairpins and flowers. This is the most common font, and it also shows the best skills.
Su Jin is the niece of Queen Su and the cousin of Prince Zhu Jun.
In the previous life, the prince got married at the age of seventeen. Su Jin married into the Tian family and became the crown princess. The Su family was extremely prosperous.
Unfortunately, the prince died young. He fell seriously ill two months after getting married and died.
Emperor Yongming was heartbroken over the death of the prince, so he turned his anger on his daughter-in-law and ordered Su Jin to be buried.
Su Jin committed suicide with a white silk ribbon in the prince's mourning hall. It is a pity that the young, intelligent and beautiful princess died so hastily.
In her previous life, Zhao Xiyan did not come to Beijing early, and naturally she never met Su Jin. In this life, everything is quietly changing.
For some reason, Su Jin took the initiative to send the invitation to her.
Forget it, she would just go to Su's house and meet the future princess for a while.
…
Three days later.
Zhao Xiyan took a carriage and went to Su Mansion.
Also riding in the carriage was his seventh cousin Zhao Queyu. Along the way, Zhao Queyu's mouth didn't stop.
"Sixth cousin, you are new here. Let me tell you about the Su family. The Su family used to be an ordinary scholarly family. Later, the Su family's daughter became the princess, and the Su family became prosperous."
"Su Zhangyuan was only a fifth-rank civil servant back then, but now he is the Hanlin Master, a high-ranking official of the second rank. His children and grandchildren are all officials..."
With so many tangible benefits, no wonder Su Zhangyuan sold his daughter for glory.
Zhao Xiyan was stunned in her heart, and listened with a smile on her face without any expression.
The carriage suddenly tilted to the right, the carriage tilted suddenly and bumped heavily.
Zhao Xiyan was startled. While steadying herself, she quickly stretched out her hand to grab Zhao Queyu: "Be careful!"
Zhao Queyu's forehead had hit the carriage, and he was gasping for air in pain.
The Zhao family coachman who was driving was obviously in a panic. He hurriedly stabilized the carriage and hurriedly got out. He apologized across the carriage and said, "Miss Six, Miss Seven, are you okay? A carriage suddenly came out just now, and the younger one had to dodge. The two ladies were startled.
Damn the little one."
Zhao Queyu was in shock, and when he heard this, he became even more angry. He immediately raised the curtain and shouted at the carriage in front: "Who is this daredevil?"
