There was still a lot of traffic in front of the Song family's gate.
Servants and maids dressed in new and festive clothes welcomed visitors from all directions.
The comings and goings of the Song family were as lively as imagined, but Qiao Yurong always felt that the liveliness in front of her was somewhat forced.
From here to there among the crowds, I always feel that I will hear words like "last night", "Xiangguo Temple", "dead people", and "a lot of blood".
She didn't know if she was overthinking it.
After all, this is the Song family, and people who come and go will not be so discerning that they say such inappropriate things in such an occasion.
But she couldn't get rid of this feeling in her heart.
The maid who had been standing in front of Song Yuwei came to invite her, "Third Miss, we girls think it's time for you to come too. We said we want to talk to the sisters we usually play well with. Is it convenient for you?"
Qiao Yurong was surprised. Speaking of it, the person who really had a good relationship with Song Yuwei was Qiao Yuyan. She and Song Yuwei could only be regarded as okay. Occasionally, the three of them would be together with the eldest sister.
But if we talk about her and Song Yuwei, they are not at this level at all.
Qiao Yurong's heart moved and she immediately smiled and nodded, "That's natural."
The married daughter of the Song family was doing this in this somewhat surprised atmosphere.
Even though the relatives and friends who came to congratulate me all had smiles on their faces, there was something else mixed in their smiles.
It's just that no one would be stupid enough to pursue or inquire about this kind of thing.
Seeing the sedan go out, Qiao Yurong sat on the mat and felt like she was sitting on pins and needles.
Seeing that she was confused, the old lady couldn't help but frown, "Even though I feel uneasy, after all, I am a guest at someone else's house, why are I so irritable?"
The old lady was placed in the hall where the main guests were, with Qiao Yurong taking care of her next to her, and Xu and many other ladies on the other side.
When Qiao Yurong heard her grandmother's scolding, she didn't dare to argue, so she had to hide her emotions.
Finally, he waited until the banquet was over and went out with his grandmother.
Qiao Yurong sent the old lady to the car, looked at her carriage and thought for a while, then gave Zhui'er a few words, then turned around and went in the other direction while the sky was getting darker.
This is how weddings happen. When the bride goes out, the guests at her parents' house gradually disperse, just like the sound of firecrackers leaving a trail of red on the ground.
It makes people look a little lonely.
The man is completely different. The excitement will not only last until the wedding in the evening, but also the family recognition on the second day, the return on the third day, and for a long time afterward.
Changxing Marquis Mansion is the only family that was given a marquis title at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China and inherited it hereditary.
This kind of glory can be regarded as unique in this dynasty and this generation. As long as the head of their family does not lose his mind and do some treasonous acts, it can be said that the glory of their family will continue.
Therefore, for the new portals in the capital, large and small, others may have to think separately, but if they make friends with the Changxing Marquis Mansion, there is nothing wrong with it.
At least in the many years since the founding of the dynasty, the signature of Changxing Marquis Mansion has never dimmed.
The Song family became prosperous because Mr. Song was the patriarch of the three dynasties and enjoyed great success, but now there are signs of decline.
Therefore, the bustle of the Changxing Marquis Mansion at this time was somewhat different from the bustle of the Song family just now.
Because the incident at Daxiangguo Temple last night seemed to have more or less impact on the Changxing Marquis Mansion.
Before you even get close, you can hear the lively laughter inside.
As soon as Song Yuwei's sedan chair entered the gate, the excitement became even more intense.
Although the sixth son of the Marquis of Changxing is not the crown prince, he is the third son of the Marquis of Changxing.
On weekdays, the light is hidden under his two brothers, and it is only at this time that most people realize that his demeanor and appearance are not inferior to those of his two brothers.
Even if he keeps quiet on weekdays, he is probably just showing off.
At least this son has not caused any negative news in the capital because of his family background.
Furthermore, the Song family has always had a strict family tradition. This marriage was personally decided by Mrs. Song and Mr. Song, and nothing could go wrong.
With a warm smile on her face, Mrs. Wen told the people on the side about the newlywed couple, "The handsome people in this capital are coming from one generation to the next. It's hard to see them all, just like that painting."
The girl from the Song family is well-educated, gentle and virtuous, and the sixth young master is also a talented person, handsome and beautiful. They are truly a match made in heaven."
The people on the side nodded repeatedly when they heard her words.
Jiahe was always feeling uneasy next to Mrs. Wen.
Even though no one dared to say anything in the Changxing Marquis Mansion, she had been secretly looked at by countless people so many times just now.
After all, she was involved in the prayers at Daxiangguo Temple this time, and she also posted all the posts in the name of the Wen family’s wife.
When something like this happened, her responsibility was unavoidable.
Moreover, Mrs. Wen has not said a word to her since she came back from Daxiangguo Temple. Obviously, this matter has also harmed the interests of the Wen family.
At least the reputation of the Wen family has been greatly damaged because of this. This is what Mrs. Wen cares about most, so how could she be nice to her?
Thinking of this, she became extremely angry and wished that her Seventh Emperor brother would die suddenly.
But there was something else that made her even more uneasy.
One is that there is still no news at all about Brother Five Emperors.
Since what happened last night, she has never seen him again, although she heard reports from people below that she had seen him after the people from the Criminal Department came.
But she never saw it. Not only did she not see it, she also asked around, but she couldn't find any clues.
Another thing is that Xie Lan didn't come back.
Not only did she not come back, there was no news about the guards who were sent out with her.
Jiahe didn't know if he was too nervous and was thinking too much.
What happened last night was really weird in every way.
She had planned the prayer for a long time, and she almost said it when she could guarantee that it would be absolutely foolproof, but in the end, such a mistake happened.
How powerful is Lao Qi's power?
And what do those two paintings mean? Why does Lao Qi insist on Qiao Yuyan’s words?
Jiahe couldn't figure these things out.
Originally, she could have discussed it with her royal brother, but now that his brother was gone, she had no clue.
After her father became ill, she couldn't even enter the palace. She didn't know what her mother and concubine were doing inside, and she couldn't discuss it with her mother and concubine.
While everyone was waiting to salute, Jiahe quietly slipped out, found a secluded place, and asked in a cold voice: "Is there any news?"
After receiving a negative answer, she frowned even more tightly, "Ask someone to check again. No matter what, I want to know first-hand information!"
The people below had just left when she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking into the hall from the other side.