As the eldest princess, Yu Lan cannot act rashly. So she especially likes to watch Sun Yijun tear people apart, it's so refreshing.
Sun Yijun lived up to Yu Lan's expectations and continued: "Besides, what does the Jiang family's wealth have to do with Mrs. Shen Hou? Doesn't it mean that the dignified Hou family still needs to be supported by Mrs. Shen Hou's natal family?"
"Mrs. Lu's lavish gifts were all her husband's family's money. I have never heard of a married woman using her natal family's money to support her husband's family. What kind of grudge do you have with the Marquis of Jing'an? You are so filthy and bad at reputation."
Xu Lingxuan was so angry that she almost cried. How come no one cares about this bitch?
"you shut up!"
Xu Lingxuan's eyes turned red and she panicked and defended: "Mrs. Shen, please don't listen to her nonsense. I have absolutely no intention of doing so."
Mrs. Shen naturally understands, but if this matter is not handled well in front of so many people, the Hou Mansion may really bear this stigma.
Sun Yijun is simply a evil star. Wherever she is, there will always be trouble.
Mrs. Shen had a headache and said, "If you hear what you hear, Miss Xu Si, please be careful what you say in the future, otherwise it will be too late to regret having harmed others and yourself."
"Yes, I would like to listen to Mrs. Shen's teachings." Xu Lingxuan cried because she was wronged. She had a hard time defending her words and could only admit it.
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Shen's mother hurriedly came out to smooth things over and revealed the matter.
But after this incident, everyone became more and more curious about Jiang Shu's gift and looked forward to it.
This suited Jiang Shu's wishes, so she generously ordered Chu Yu to bring over the birthday gift she had prepared.
The birthday gift is as tall as a person and is covered with red silk. It is very mysterious.
"What is it? It's so big."
"It looks like a big box, but what would be inside such a big box?"
The speculations made by everyone aroused the curiosity of Mrs. Shen and Shen Qingrong.
Jiang Shu stepped forward and pulled off the red silk, and the two maids unfolded the birthday gift.
"It's actually a screen!"
"There are words written on it, and they all seem to be the word longevity."
"Hundred Years of Life Picture, this is the screen of Hundred Years of Life Picture."
Jiang Shu said warmly: "This is a picture of a hundred years of longevity that I wrote while reciting Buddhist scriptures. I wish my grandmother a long life and a long life for the cranes and the spring."
"It's grandma's birthday, so you just give her a screen as a perfunctory gift?" Shen Qingrong was surprised. She never expected that Jiang Shu's birthday gift would be so insignificant.
Jiang Shu glanced at Shen Qingrong and frowned slightly: "Gift-giving has always been about friendship since ancient times. This is a hundred-year-old picture I wrote one stroke at a time while reciting Buddhist scriptures to pray for my grandmother. How can it be compared to gold and silver?"
This question made Shen Qingrong speechless.
If Shen Qingrong says he can't compare, he is admitting that the Hou family is greedy for money and despises justice, which makes people despise him.
"Who knows whether you wrote this, whether you recited Buddhist scriptures or not, it's all your fault." Shen Qingrong said angrily.
Jiang Shu sighed softly: "Filial piety is judged by the heart. Is my little sister questioning my filial piety to my grandmother, or my integrity?"
Shen Qingrong wanted to say it, but she even questioned it!
But before Shen Qingrong could speak, Jiang Shu added: "The red jade coral given by my little sister was not picked by me personally, and it was not bought by me. It was just transferred from the Lu family, and no one questioned me." Filial piety towards my grandmother.”
"Or does my little sister think that filial piety is judged by the value of the gift?"
Jiang Shu asked questions one after another, which made Shen Qingrong blush and unable to answer.
The reputation of Jing'an Hou Mansion has not been very good in recent years, but it has just improved. If it is ruined by one word, Shen Qingrong will become the biggest sinner.
Moreover, if Shen Qingrong takes Mrs. Lu's name, the reputation of the Lu family will also be damaged.
The hole Jiang Shu dug was not poisonous.
"I like this screen very much. Shu'er is interested." Mrs. Shen came to the rescue in time.
Ordinary rice paper, ordinary peach wood, it can be seen that Jiang Shu does not want to spend a penny more.
Compared with the pure gold Buddha statue that was given to me for my birthday last year, and the jade bracelet that was given to me for my birthday the year before that... this year's screen is really not worthy of the table.
But Jiang Shu's clever words made it hard for anyone to make a mistake.
"As long as grandma likes it, I'll have it sent to Shouyong Hall to put it up so grandma can look at it every day." Jiang Shu smiled respectfully.
Do you respond to looking at your diaphragm every day?
Mrs. Shen was so frustrated that she could no longer maintain the smile on her face.
The ladies and ladies didn't understand why, but they all admired Jiang Shu for his filial piety.
Only Yu Lan and Sun Yijun had any clues, and were puzzled by Jiang Shu's move.
After the luncheon, the theater troupe went on stage to sing an opera. Mrs. Shen and her female relatives watched the opera in the backyard. Jiang Shu took Jiang's mother back to Tingzhulou.
Before the play was over, Shen Qingrong's maid came in a hurry and spoke to Shen Qingrong. Shen Qingrong's expression changed and he left the table in a hurry.
Sun Yijun didn't like to listen to dramas, and was just bored when he saw Shen Qingrong leaving in panic, and followed him with a raised eyebrow.
Her intuition told her that there was something to watch.
Shen Qingrong walked quickly and came to a rockery in the garden. She hid beside the rockery and stared at the garden road.
After receiving the news, Lu Mingke rushed over and hid in a cave in the belly of the mountain.
After Yu Zheng came out of the toilet, he walked to the front yard with his head held high. When he passed by the rockery, he heard someone calling him.
"His Royal Highness King Jing, stay."
Yu Zheng was slightly startled. He turned around and saw a woman in scarlet clothes standing beside the rockery, looking at him shyly in amazement.
Yu Zheng frowned: "Mrs. Lu?"
Yu Zheng has an excellent memory. Although he doesn't have a deep impression of Shen Qingrong, he can recognize him when he sees him.
"Your Highness King Jing, you still remember me." Shen Qingrong was surprised and happy, thinking that Yu Zheng had her in his heart.
Looking at the face that had appeared countless times in dreams, Shen Qingrong seemed to have returned to her teenage years in an instant.
Shy, expectant, happy.
Yu Zheng nodded slightly and said in a distant and indifferent tone: "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Lu?"
Shen Qingrong wrung his hands, blushed and stumbled: "I just want to ask His Highness King Jing, did you read the letter I wrote to you back then?"
Back then, she wrote a letter to Jiang Shu and gave it to Yu Zheng, hoping that Yu Zheng would be interested in her and come to the Hou Mansion to propose marriage after reading the letter.
But Jiang Shu told her that Yu Zheng returned the letter.
Therefore, she gave up her mind to marry Pingyang.
Four years later, Shen Qingrong is still unwilling and doubtful.
She wanted to ask for herself whether it was Yu Zheng who had unintentionally withdrawn his letter from her, or whether Jiang Shu was deceiving her.
"No." Yu Zheng said frankly.
Shen Qingrong was stunned and asked urgently: "His Royal Highness King Jing didn't receive my letter?"
Yu Zheng frowned slightly: "Yes, but I have returned all the letters sent by women without reading them."
When Shen Qingrong heard this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. She asked unwillingly: "I have admired His Highness for many years. Does Your Highness have any crush on me?"
After hearing such frivolous words, Yu Zheng frowned heavily and his expression turned cold: "Mrs. Lu, respect yourself."
After finishing his words, Yu Zheng turned around and left, unwilling to stay for a moment longer.
Shen Qingrong chased a few steps unwillingly: "I just want to ask His Highness, have I ever fallen in His Highness's eyes?"
She just wanted a word from him and didn't expect anything else.
"Never."
Yu Zheng's cold voice drifted into Shen Qingrong's ears with the wind, leaving her stunned on the spot.
