Aunt Rong went out to call for help.
As soon as she opened the curtain, she saw Zhen Qingyin standing outside the curtain with her eyes downcast, her face expressionless, she didn't know what she was thinking, and Grandma Rong felt an inexplicable suddenness in her heart.
Little Yin held Zhen Yuanyuan in her arms. Zhen Yuanyuan covered her handkerchief and cried until her eyes were red and her whole face was red. She didn't dare to cry.
While Zhen Qingyun was outside the main hall, Zhen Shilian's servant arrived at some unknown time, holding him down and kneeling at the door, with a handkerchief covering his mouth. Zhen Qingyun's eyes were fierce and he kept struggling.
Aunt Rong secretly screamed, "Oh no, no one is easy to mess with in this mess."
Alas, there is no one to worry about. No wonder the old lady is angry.
She said softly: "Pass the message to the old lady and ask the eldest lady and the young master to go in and ask questions."
Zhen Qingyin didn't wait for Zhen Qingyun and went in first. When she saw her father and second uncle kneeling on the ground, she also knelt on the ground and said, "Please greet me, old lady."
When the old lady saw her face, she got angry all over and smashed the tea cup in her hand at her face: "What's the matter? With children and grandchildren like you, I'll die as soon as possible!"
Zhen Qingyin couldn't stand this anger, and flexibly moved her body to one side to hide away.
The teacup clattered to the ground and shattered into pieces. Broken porcelain splashed onto Zhen Shijian's hand, instantly creating a large gash.
Zhen Shijian screamed, and Zhen Shilian stood up to hide the porcelain pieces.
Zhen Qingyin followed suit. Whatever they did, she would do the same. She stood up and stood aside, hiding next to Zhen Shilian.
Zhen Qingyun had just opened the curtain and came in, and was about to complain to her grandmother about her grievances, when a piece of broken porcelain came into her mouth.
He groaned three times in pain. He spat out the porcelain shards, but his tongue made a cut, and his mouth immediately started to bleed.
He covered his face and cried, terrified that he would become mute.
Another burst of excitement.
Aunt Rong was so frightened that she shouted at the top of her lungs: "Go and call the doctor, call the doctor! The young master has hurt his tongue!"
Zhen Qingyun was afraid that he would become mute, so he ran straight out the door to see the doctor without caring about who hurt him, running faster than a rabbit.
Zhen Shijian was worried about his son and wanted to go and have a look, but the old lady was furious at the moment and he did not dare to leave.
The old lady pointed at Zhen Qingyin, her fingers trembling: "You, you, you unfilial daughter!"
Zhen Shilian was still frightened. How long had the old lady saved up the strength to hit Qing Yin? If she hit Qing Yin directly in the face, her face would not be disfigured?
He looked at the old lady in disbelief, feeling cold in his heart.
If my mother could treat Qing Yin like this for the worthless Zhen Qingyun, how would she treat Yuanyuan?
Zhen Shijian became angry and slapped Zhen Qingyin: "You evil girl, why don't you kneel down and apologize to your grandmother!"
Where to kneel? There were broken pieces of porcelain all over the floor. Zhen Qingyin shivered and shrank behind Zhen Shilian, crying cowardly for help: "Second uncle!"
Zhen Shilian brushed Zhen Shijian's hand away and shouted: "Enough! Isn't it chaotic enough?"
He blocked Zhen Qingyin tightly, and a thin layer of chill spread down his back.
Qing Yin is the person that the prince likes. If he really wants to hurt his face, can his mother get away with it?
His second uncle knew the news and didn't protect his niece. Wasn't he deliberately going against the prince?
Only then did Zhen Shilian realize that he could no longer look at Zhen Qingyin with ordinary eyes.
His angry shouting meant to stop his eldest brother, and even more so, his mother, and that was the end of it.
Zhen Shijian's face turned red and he sat down on the end of the bed.
Okay, he doesn't care about anything, okay?
The second brother is an upright official. He wants to see how the second brother solves this trouble.
The old lady obviously didn't realize Zhen Shilian's good intentions, she said angrily with a trembling voice: "Zhen Qingyin, how dare you hide! I was about to ask you why Qingyun hit you, was it because you deliberately provoked him? If not, why didn't he hit you? Why do others prefer to hit you?"
He has cheap hands. Zhen Qingyin reminded in a low voice: "Grandma, Qingyun also beats my second uncle."
Zhen Shilian's face twitched. This girl knew that she was not someone to be trifled with. She usually pretended to be well-behaved, and everyone really thought she was a rabbit that was easy to bully.
No, one sentence not only made him angry, but also dragged him into the water.
Sure enough, the old lady was so angry that she was dizzy: "How dare you contradict your elders!"
"Mother, Qing Yin is not contradicting you. She feels sorry for me, my second uncle, and feels sorry for me." Zhen Shilian intervened in time, hoping that both parties would look at his face and calm down.
The old lady exposed the problem and asked angrily: "Don't hide behind your second uncle. You girl is very thoughtful. She can deceive others, but she can't deceive my eyes. Tell the truth, are you deliberately provoking Qingyun?"
Zhen Qingyin recounted the story flatly: "As soon as Qingyun arrived, he showed off that he was going to Wuqi Academy to study, and that he would be the number one scholar in the future and wanted to marry me off to a low-ranking person or a low-ranking person. When I said he couldn't pass the exam, he threatened me and scolded me. That’s all, he still called my mother a coward, and I replied that his aunt was a scarab. If the old lady doesn’t believe it, she can ask the maids to come in and ask. They will stand by and listen, and everything I say is true.”
Zhen Shijian: "..."
Zhen Shilian: "..."
Zhen Shijian coughed and felt ashamed. The tortoise and scarab beetles were all his wives and concubines.
Zhen Shilian clenched his fists to hide his smile, whether he should say anything or not, it was quite vivid.
The old lady blurted out in a hateful voice: "You knew Qingyun had a bad temper, but he scolded you and didn't do anything. Why are you holding back? You're a girl, and you can't use your words. You insist on talking back, and you say you're not Deliberately stirring up trouble!”
Zhen Shijian and Zhen Shilian's eyes widened.
The old lady didn't even try to hide it, she was openly bullying Zhen Qingyin.
Zhen Qingyin had no expectations for the old lady, so she would not be disappointed. Her eyes were calm: "He scolded my mother. I can't be an unfilial daughter, so I can only scold him back."
The old lady thought about scolding her as an unfilial daughter before. Was she contradicting her again?
She pointed at Zhen Qingyin and was about to curse angrily. Zhen Shilian stepped forward and said aggrievedly: "Qingyun scolded his son, pointing at you every sentence, and the son also scolded him back and retaliated. Does the mother also blame her son for causing trouble? Then From now on, if Qingyun scolds his son again and takes you with him, his son really doesn't know what to do, which is filial piety."
The old lady swallowed back her curses.
Only then did he suddenly realize that his youngest son had always been partial to those two girls in their movies and disliked Qingyun. She was judging Zhen Qingyin in front of him and couldn't please her at all.
The youngest son was a third-grade minister, and he had never seen anything like that before. A few words made her speechless.
After thinking about it, she suppressed her anger and secretly thought about finding a way to teach the girl a lesson in the future when her youngest son was not around.
"That's all, I'm old and can't care about you anymore, so leave and leave me alone."
Zhen Shijian stretched his neck forward and said with concern: "Mother..."
"Let's all go." The old lady closed her eyes and waved her hand, feeling helpless and vicissitudes of life.
Zhen Shilian felt sorry for his mother and regretted talking back. He followed Zhen Shijian and quietly exited.
