The official of the Ministry of Rites nodded and said, "Miss Chen, please feel free."
As he said that, he turned to look at the old marquis and asked politely: "Old marquis Shen, if nothing else is done, I will send someone to demolish the plaque."
The old marquis leaned on the butler weakly, and naturally he didn't want to, but he had no reason to refuse, so he could only turn his head silently.
Officials from the Ministry of Rites ordered: "Come, remove the plaque!"
The yamen runners outside the door quickly started to move.
Set up a wooden ladder and prepare ropes and crowbars.
Several strong yamen runners climbed up the ladder and began to remove the golden plaques from the Nanyang Hou Mansion.
A tingling sound came.
The old marquis turned his head to look at this scene, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears flowed.
The aunt, a concubine, a illegitimate girl, and the maids and servants, sobbed and were very frightened when they saw this.
When the imperial edict was announced, everyone was more surprised and disbelief. It was not until the scene of the plaque being demolished that the fact that the Shen family was taken away was truly imprinted into everyone's minds.
For a hereditary marquis' mansion, the golden plaque is equivalent to the face of the family.
The plaque in Nanyang Marquis Mansion has a history of hundreds of years. It was written by the founding emperor himself when the ancestors of the Shen family made contributions to the founding emperor. There were only two in the capital.
They were at the Shen family together.
Together in Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
Now, I see the plaque being taken off bit by bit.
For the people in the Chen Mansion, it was like watching the big tree they were living in slowly falling down, and the feeling of fear and confusion of losing support arose in everyone's heart.
The old marquis kept wiping his eyes, and the butler was also red.
The aunts, girls and maids below were sobbing louder and louder.
"Falling the plaque--" The yamen runners tied ropes on the heavy plaque, roared, and slowly sank the plaque to the ground.
Well!
The moment the plaque landed.
The crying inside and outside the Shen Mansion was shocking, and the maids and subordinates knelt down.
The atmosphere was sad and tragic.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites saw it and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, waved their hands and said, "Please take it away."
This plaque was written by the founding emperor. Even if the Shen family has been seized, the plaque cannot be thrown around.
I need to bring it back to the Ministry of Ceremony and provide it well into the warehouse, even if it will never be taken out again.
"Sir, can you allow me to take a few more glances?" the old marquis begged.
The Ministry of Rites nodded helplessly.
The housekeeper helped the old marquis walk out of the door. The huge plaque stood on the ground, and the golden and pink font reflected the sunlight, which was still shining brightly.
Just like when Xiao Lingyue first saw it.
The old marquis stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his fingers touched the four dragon-flying fonts of the "Nanyang Marquis Mansion" little by little, carefully wiped off the dust on it, and his purple lips trembled more and more violently.
He didn't say anything.
The long street in front of the Marquis' Mansion was filled with onlookers.
There are high-ranking officials living nearby, passers-by, and idle people watching the fun.
But at this moment, no one spoke, and the whispers in the crowd disappeared.
Everyone looked at the old marquis' actions silently.
Even the yamen runners who demolished the plaques were unbearable.
The atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Xiao Lingyue stood at the door of the mansion, looking at the old marquis’ movements, her eyes were very calm.
Beibei whispered: "Mom, what is he doing?" Why did he keep touching the plaque?
The little guy is still young and he doesn't know what a hereditary plaque of Hou Mansion means to the Shen family.