Although he was curious about what Zhang Qingjiu's wish was, since Zhang Qingjiu said so, Chu Wei, who more or less understood her temperament, immediately held back.
The three-day grand blessing ceremony came to a successful conclusion with the happy event of the prime minister's lady marrying the eighth prince.
The group set off in a grand manner. Before leaving, Zhang Qingjiu went to the Prince's car.
No one heard what he said, but after a while, they saw Feng Zhi, the servant beside the prince, getting out of the carriage with a sullen look on his face, obviously trying to drive people away.
Zhang Qingjiu sighed, and the old god said: "Forget it if you don't believe it. After all, you don't understand. It's still the same sentence. You can come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find me at any time."
Before leaving, I didn't forget to wave to him with a smile.
Thinking that this man actually dared to go out of his way to say that his prince would be in danger of a bloody disaster in the next few days, Feng Zhi was so angry that he suddenly waved down the curtain: "It's just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, he really thinks of himself as a character.
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Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince hadn't gotten on the carriage yet to hear it, otherwise Feng Zhi would have wanted her to look good!
Hearing these words, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly stopped and turned around with a half-smiling look on his face, "Do you want us to make a bet?"
"What bet?"
"If one day, I save your Highness the Crown Prince..."
"Does our prince need your help?" Before Zhang Qingjiu could finish her words, Feng Zhi interrupted her with a sneer, "If one day you can save our prince, I will call you aunt!"
"Remember what you said." Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and turned to leave.
"Dad, look at her, she actually went to seduce His Highness the Crown Prince!" In the carriage on the other side, Zhang Qingcha hid behind Zhang Tailiu, kneading his handkerchief, his eyes were red from crying: "If it weren't for her
, my daughter is the eighth prince’s concubine, how can I let my daughter live like this now?”
"Chacha, don't cry. Dad will make the decision for you on this matter." Zhang Tailiu looked at his little daughter distressedly and patted her shoulder, with a gloomy look in his eyes.
The sedan stopped at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion. When Zhang Qingjiu came out, he saw the imperial plaque that reflected the dazzling light in the sun.
This is a real high-rise courtyard with red bricks and green tiles. It is not a place where she just casually found a thatched house or a cave in her previous life.
Unexpectedly, she had also lived in a wealthy compound. She curled her lips and was about to go in——
"Zhang Qingjiu, come with me!" The man walking at the front suddenly turned around, his tone serious and cold.
Next to him, Zhang Qingcha raised his chin proudly.
Zhang Qingjiu stood there, sighed softly, and nodded.
It's time for this cheap dad who has watched the show for so long to understand.
"Don't be so loud. If you don't know better, you might think that someone in our family is old and has trouble hearing."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Tailiu was so angry that he felt a breath in his throat. He snorted and walked towards Shenxing Hall. Before leaving, he ordered everyone in the backyard to come over.
Zhang Qingjiu followed him and touched his nose, "Are you sure you want to ask everyone to come over and take a look?"
"Why, are you scared now?" Zhang Tailiu sat down and glared at her coldly.
Zhang Qingjiu shook his head and looked up at the sky.
There is nothing to be afraid of. What I am afraid of is that you will lose face.
Seeing her like this, Zhang Tailiu became even more furious and ordered the people next to him to get the family law for him.
After a while, the group arrived at Shenxing Hall.
The visitors include Chu Feng, Zhang Qingjiu’s biological mother, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister’s Palace, Zhang Qingcha’s mother, Second Lady Liu Miaoyin, who is now in charge of backyard affairs, and the only young master in the family who lost his biological mother when he was born.
Zhang Qingfeng.
Although the female relatives in the mansion did not follow Zhang Tailiu to participate in the blessing ceremony for various reasons, they all vaguely guessed that something bad must have happened when they heard that the Prime Minister took everyone to the Shenxing Hall, which was specially used for punishment, upon his return.
matter.
The postures of the visitors were different. Although Chu Feng was the head of the palace, he had been in poor health because he lost his youngest son five years ago. In addition, he was not welcomed by his husband, so he only bowed to Zhang Tailiu and sat down.
He didn't say much at the side, but his eyes that quietly raised fell on Zhang Qingjiu, with a bit more worry in his eyes.
Liu Miaoyin's figure was graceful and radiant. She was followed by two maids, who came in style and turned her eyes around. When she saw her daughter's eyes were red, her face suddenly changed. She stepped forward and said nervously: "Chacha, why are you crying?
, Prime Minister, what's going on? Who bullied our Chacha? You have to make the decision for her!"
At the last word, Ms. Liu leaned half of her body against Zhang Tailiu and almost burst into tears.
Zhang Tailiu coughed lightly and helped Mrs. Liu up: "We have gathered everyone here today to clean up the family tradition of our Zhang family."
Zhang Qingjiu curled up the corner of her mouth. Before it even started, she was slapped with the label of insulting her family tradition. I was afraid she couldn't think of a better excuse?
"Zhang Qingjiu, why don't you kneel down!"
"Master Prime Minister?!" Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak, "May I ask what Ah Jiu did wrong?"
"Let her kneel down and speak for herself!" Zhang Tailiu didn't even give Chu Feng a look of pity, his eyes were cold and stern.
If Zhang Qingjiu had respected his father and cared for his sister before, he might have knelt down, but that Zhang Qingjiu had been forced to death by them.
In two lifetimes, this was the first time anyone dared to talk to her like this.
"I don't know, father, why should I kneel down?" Zhang Qingjiu straightened up and raised his eyes, looking directly at Zhang Tailiu, "I don't know, what should I say?"
Zhang Qingcha had just taken the opportunity to explain the whole story to Liu Miaoyin in a low voice, and when he saw Zhang Qingjiu looking so proud, he pointed at her angrily: "You framed me to become the eighth prince's concubine, you don't want to see me good!"
"Why are you so embarrassed?" Zhang Qingjiu's eyes widened, as if he was frightened. "This is a royal marriage decreed by His Majesty himself. Is it possible that my sister is not satisfied?"
"You, you are talking nonsense, how could I be dissatisfied with His Majesty's will?" Zhang Qingcha didn't expect that he was originally talking about the concubine, but Zhang Qingjiu dragged him into being dissatisfied with His Majesty's will. He almost lost his breath.
When I lifted it up, my face turned red.
"Otherwise, why are you talking about a trap?" Zhang Qingjiu lowered his head, "Isn't it because the Eighth Prince looked down on me and broke off the engagement with me? Then I couldn't bear to lose the marriage between my family and the royal family. Please give me an edict.
The marriage was given to you, His Majesty asked you, and you agreed to it yourself."
Zhang Tailiu: "..."
If you don't want to break off the engagement with the Eighth Prince at all costs, why does the Eighth Prince look down on you?
Zhang Qingcha: "???"
You didn't specifically say the word "concubine" to prevent me from becoming the royal concubine, so why did you end up not being able to bear the marriage?
"How could it be? Ah Jiu, your engagement has been broken off by the Eighth Prince?" At this moment, Chu Feng finally couldn't help but speak out, with an anxious tone and worried eyes. She knew how much her daughter liked the Eighth Prince.