Both the Ning and Rong mansions were having a restless time on the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Rongguo mansion was first disturbed by the few imperial-gifted books, and then Jia She threw out the big killer weapon of the Yuanchun Incident.
Naturally, Jia's mother had no intention of celebrating the festival. She closed the door of Rongxi Hall and had a long secret discussion with Jia Zheng and his wife. Until the dinner, they could not come up with anything useful.
Mrs. Wang was still thinking about where the one hundred thousand taels of silver came from, but the old lady's mind had already flown to Jinling.
It seems that the Zhen family no longer looks down on Rongguo Mansion, or in other words, as the Zhen family has grown stronger and surpassed Rongguo Mansion, they are planning to turn the original alliance into annexation.
Jia Mu was unwilling to give up, but there was nothing she could do. Compared to myself, the widow of the late Duke, the saintly lady of the Zhen family was more respected by the emperor, so she could only break her teeth and swallow it in her stomach. I hope Yuanchun can live up to her expectations!
Because of these things today, the atmosphere at the dinner was very bad.
After everyone had a hasty meal, they went back to sleep.
After settling his dishonest son, Jia She put on black clothes and quietly came to the Tianxiang Tower in Ningguo Mansion.
After going upstairs, there was a Taoist priest in Xuanyi sitting under the dim candlelight.
Jia She did not exchange greetings and asked directly: "Brother Jing, has Zhen'er's matter been settled?"
No one would have thought that Jia Jing, the old man of Ningguo Mansion, who was originally hiding in Qingxu Temple outside the city, refining elixirs and practicing Taoism, would appear in Ningguo Mansion at this time.
Jia Jing, who had been away from home for five years, didn't bother to take a look at his daughter who stayed in Rongguo Mansion. He didn't go to the front yard to teach his descendants who failed to live up to expectations. He took out a letter from the table and handed it to Jia She.
Jia Jing said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "This is my handwriting. From today on, the position of head of the Jia family will be held by Lian'er."
"How about that?"
Jia She waved his hands repeatedly, as if the handwriting in front of him was like a flood of beasts: "Brother Jing, didn't we agree to let Brother Rong take over? The head of the Jia family has always been a long-term inheritor. By doing this, aren't you putting me in an unjust position?" Others thought it was me, the great-uncle, who had usurped the position of clan leader from my great-nephew."
"Brother Pardon, it's because I failed to teach my descendants well and am not worthy of the position of clan leader. Not only is Zhen'er a bad bastard, but also Brother Rong... well, don't mention it, I feel ashamed even if I say it!"
Jia Jing also didn't expect that his children and grandchildren would become like this after he was away from home for four or five years. It's a good thing that his son hasn't succeeded yet, otherwise he would be so embarrassed that he would be hanged with a rope in Qingxu Temple.
Hearing Jia Jing talk about Jia Rong, Jia She also realized something.
Alas, no matter how bad Rongguo Mansion is, it still needs to be covered up. Everyone knows about the death of Ningguo Mansion.
Fortunately, the Qin family has not been succeeded by Jia Zhen, otherwise he would have to carry a knife to chop down the bastard Jia Zhen.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "How does Brother Jing plan to settle Zhen'er? Smuggle arms, confiscation of the home and exile, or beheading in public display. Even if this matter is temporarily covered, the Huo family will definitely not give up easily. If Zhen'er continues to stay in the capital, I'm afraid she will still be implicated."
"I have thrown him into the Qingxu Temple. From today on, he will follow me to refine elixirs and practice Taoism. As for Brother Rong, I will leave it to you. As long as you can't die after practicing, you will practice towards death. In the future, he will be thrown into the Nine When he goes into battle to kill the enemy, whether he lives or dies depends on his own destiny."
Jia Jing's seemingly indifferent arrangement actually left life for his children and grandchildren, especially Jia Rong. This arrangement not only punished Jia Rong for his misfortune, but also found a way out for him.
Looking at his cousin under the dim candlelight, Jia She opened his mouth but didn't know how to persuade him. In the end, he could only sigh and agreed.
But Jia Jing said before parting: "I can't go back to Beijing. If I go back to Beijing, those people back then will definitely try every means to deal with us. Let's wait."
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The Rongguo Mansion held an extremely luxurious banquet on the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival. It not only invited various families who had good relations with the Jia family in the past, but also announced a shocking news at the banquet.
Jia Zhen, the mighty general of Ningguo Mansion, has already written to the palace to resign his title and pass the family title to his son Jia Rong, who went out to serve his father Jia Jing.
Moreover, Jia Jing, the old patriarch of the Jia family, wrote in a handwriting that he had decided on the next candidate for the Jia family head. Jia Lian, the son of Jia She, would take over the Jia family instead of Jia Zhen.
There was no sign of these two incidents before. Originally, everyone just came to see what kind of person Jia Cong was who had received the holy grace, but they did not expect to witness such a big change in the Ning and Rong mansions.
After the guests left one after another, Jia Mu finally couldn't help but curse.
"How dare you settle such a big matter without discussing it with me? Are you treating me like a dead person?"
The old lady's table was banging, and everyone in the room was so angry that they didn't dare to breathe.
Only Jia She sat on the chair and sipped the tea leisurely in the cup, not taking Jia Mu's anger seriously at all.
Jia Cong secretly poked his brother who was standing in front of him, and then saw Jia Lian handing the letter written by Jia Jing yesterday to Jia Mu: "Old lady, this is the letter from Uncle Jing to you. It was sent together with the handwriting. You Let’s take a look first.”
"What are you looking at? Now that you are the patriarch of the Jia family, the old woman will have to rely on the patriarch for food..."
Jia Mu's strange aura could not stop Jia Lian's actions at all. He smiled, unfolded the letter in his hand, and placed it directly on the table in front of Jia Mu.
After reading the content of the letter, the old lady swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Skipping the useless greetings, there was a line in the letter that struck straight into Jia's mother's heart like the light of a sword: "No woman in the Jia family has ever been in charge of foreign affairs. My nephew really doesn't want to open the door of the ancestral hall and erase my aunt's name from the family tree."
This was a naked warning. It was almost the same as the message Jia Jing had sent back by the soldiers of Ning Guo Mansion when he was preparing to intervene in the inner affairs of Ning Guo Mansion.
Everyone else in the room looked at the red-faced old lady curiously, and Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang were even more worried. Unfortunately, this letter was destined not to be seen.
Jia Mu folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope. She calmed down and said, "Since Jing'er has already decided, let's do it. Now that Lian'er has become the clan leader, he should pay more attention to the affairs of the clan in the future. If you don't understand, Wherever you are, you can come and ask me.”
Jia Lian knew that the old lady was looking for a way out for him, so he didn't care and bowed down happily.
Only then did Jia She speak leisurely: "Mother, in the next two days, my son plans to go to Jiangnan. First, he is going to Jinling to visit his relatives in the clan. Second, he is going to Suzhou to pay homage to his sister and meet his brother-in-law. "
The eldest son had mentioned before that he planned to go to Jiangnan, but Jia Mu didn't pay much attention to it.
The old lady was quite happy to hear this again. The rebellious son was finally willing to go out. These days, she felt that Jia She was not feeling well when she was in the house.
It's true that this traitor has been working against me recently and has been going against him again and again. It's so irritating. If he is willing to leave Beijing, then go ahead. It is best to get lost in the gentle countryside of Jiangnan and never come back!
Thinking of this, Mother Jia said in a rare warm voice: "Then go ahead and take me to say hello to Ruhai. Yu'er is living a good life with me, so he doesn't have to worry."
"Oh, by the way, my son plans to take his niece back with him this time. My niece has been away from Jiangnan for three years, and it's time to go back to visit her mother's grave. Besides, Ruhai must miss her daughter very much. If she doesn't go back, her son will I’m afraid Ruhai won’t recognize what my daughter looks like!”
As soon as Jia She finished speaking, a loud scream suddenly came from the Hall of Rongxi: "No, uncle, you can't take Sister Lin away..."
