In the Jin Pavilion in the Marquis's residence, Princess Chang Qing had a heart-to-heart conversation with Ling Yun. After a conversation, she looked at her son with gloomy eyes and said, "Tell me, how can I help you?"
Ling Yun pondered for a moment and said: "My father is also an important minister of the imperial court, with high morals and high prestige; and the prince of Jinling is also loyal, as can be seen from the sun and the moon; if we can unite and work together to find a good strategy, we can investigate the case of the prince. , it will be just around the corner to redress Master Lu’s injustice.”
Princess Chang Qing's dark eyes were sparkling, "Zhichao, what do you mean..."
Ling Yun said: "When my father comes back, please ask my mother to tell my father the whole story. Then, together with the Prince of Jinling, we go to the palace with our children to see the Holy Emperor and explain the whole story of the prince's case and what happened in Tianlao later." Those matters will then be asked to be judged by the Holy Spirit.”
Princess Chang Qing's originally slightly frowned brows became a little tighter now; she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, saying nothing.
Looking at his mother who was hesitant to speak, Ling Yun's heart throbbed unconsciously, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?"
Princess Chang Qing said softly: "Zhichao, to tell you the truth, I have lived with your father for so many years, and I know his character best. Alas, he is just like our Marquis Fu Qin The water in Fanghu seems to be clear and clear, but it is actually bottomless and mysterious. You will never be able to see through it..."
After hearing this, Ling Yun couldn't help but frown slightly.
In fact, how could he not be touched by Princess Changqing's words? But no matter what, He Yuting is also his biological father. In this helpless situation, if he doesn't turn to his father for help, who can he turn to?
He thought for a while and said: "Mother, you are thinking too much. I believe that my father, in fact, even if it is not for Mr. Lu, but just for the fact that I am his son, I think he will definitely help me."
Princess Chang Qing was still a little worried and said: "But..."
Ling Yun said: "Otherwise, mother can find an opportunity to test my father's tone in the past few days. If he can agree to help me, it will be the best; on the contrary, I will not blame him, because everyone has his own ambitions. ——Not to mention that redressing one’s grievances for Mr. Lu is extremely difficult and dangerous.”
Princess Chang Qing finally nodded hesitantly.
Ling Yun's expression suddenly changed and he said: "Someone is coming - Mother, I have to leave!"
Princess Chang Qing grabbed him and said: Zhichao, you... do you really want to leave? "
Looking at his mother's reluctant eyes, Ling Yun felt sad and forced a smile on his face, "Mom, I will be back in a few days. If you need anything, just contact her through the white dove."
After saying that, he turned back and smiled affectionately at his mother. Sparks swirled in those clear eyes, thoughts were floating around, and thousands of words could be said in the eyes.
Then he gently pushed away Princess Chang Qing's hand and turned around.
When he walked to the door, he untied the sleeping holes of the two maids, Biyun and Yancui.
The two maids came to their senses with "Ah" and looked at each other with confused faces, probably in a dream.
At this time, the housekeeper He Luwei arrived with several servants and nursing staff...
In the early morning of the next day, mist filled the air, making the surrounding scenery blurry and difficult to distinguish. The morning sun passes through the sparse leaves, casting mottled light and shadow all over the ground, moving with the wind, alternating and changing, making it dazzling.
He Yuting came back, listless, with a tired look on his face and bloodshot eyes.
Princess Changqing wondered: "Consort, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
He Yuting said dullly: "It's okay." He turned around and walked towards the inner room.
Princess Chang Qing shouted: "Consort, wait, there is something I want to discuss with you."
He Yuting said feebly, "Let's talk about it later. I'm so sleepy now, I'm going to rest first." He entered the inner room after saying that.
The door was slammed shut in front of Princess Changqing. Staring at his indifferent back blankly, a trace of disappointment came to my heart. She suddenly felt that the gap between herself and He Yuting was so deep.
At this time, the maid Biyun came to report: "Princess, Princess Huanyu is outside asking to see you."
"Let her in."
After a moment, Princess Huanyu came in with her son He Tianci.
She was covered in plain clothes, with white flowers on her temples, her face was pale, and her face was bleak. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her originally bright and clear eyes were now empty and void.
She stood there deserted, like a magnolia blossoming alone, lonely and dustless, showing a bit of desolation and loneliness.
The young master beside her, He Tianci, was also dressed in snow-white mourning clothes.
Looking at her makeup, Princess Chang Qing couldn't help but be startled, "Huanyu, what are you -"
Huan Yu raised her face slightly, her eyes filled with moisture, "Mother, have you forgotten what day it is today?"
After being reminded by Huan Yu, Princess Chang Qing suddenly remembered that today is the 100th anniversary of He Chengqi's death, and couldn't help but said sadly: "Oh, it's so fast. Qi'er has been gone for more than three months..."
Huanyu bit her lip, which was almost bloodless, and said silently: "Maybe too many things have happened in recent days. Mother, leave this matter to me. The housekeeper will accompany you. Just don't worry."
As she said that, she looked down at her son next to her and said, "Tianci, say goodbye to grandma."
He Tianci is now five years old. His round face and big, watery eyes are as clear as black and white, and he is so cute.
When he heard his mother's instructions, he imitated an adult and clasped his fists with both hands, and said crisply: "Grandma, my grandson is leaving!"
After saying that, he grinned; two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth, which looked very much like He Chengqi.
Looking at him, an indescribable sadness surged from the bottom of her heart and rushed to her throat. Princess Changqing suddenly felt like crying...
The He Family Ancestral Temple is located at the foot of Lingshan Mountain with beautiful mountains and clear waters.
There are green pines and cypresses here, and the scenery is pleasant. According to a Feng Shui master, this place gathers the essence of heaven and earth and absorbs the aura of the sun and the moon. It is indeed a treasure land of Feng Shui. If the He family places their ancestral temple here, it will surely bless their descendants and make the population prosperous.
Princess Huanyu, dressed in snow-white, stood blankly in front of He Chengqi's tombstone, looking at the cold words on the cold tombstone in ecstasy. She couldn't help but think of Mr. Feng Shui's words about prosperous people and blessed descendants, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. .
The wind rustled, blowing her messy hair.
The paper money burned, like countless gray butterflies, flying all over the sky. In the flickering light of the fire, it slowly turned into ashes, just like her gray heart that was darkening little by little.
From arranging the sacrifices, lighting incense, burning paper money, and delivering speeches to the deceased... He Luwei took care of everything.
This shrewd and capable steward of the Houye Mansion has always been very good at handling these situations - otherwise He Yuting would not value him and trust him so much.
He Chengqi's biological mother, Yu Shi, also came as a matter of course.
She sat in front of her son's tombstone and screamed at the heavens and the earth, crying so terribly that the dark clouds changed color and her eyes almost bled.
Who can understand the pain of losing a son to this caring mother? Because what she lost was not just her son, but the hope she had saved up little by little after years of hard work in the Marquis' Mansion.
Everyone silently looked at the grief-stricken mother in front of them. Apart from many tears of sympathy, they could only sigh helplessly.
It was getting late, so He Lu ordered his family members to pack up the fruit and vegetable tributes, incense tables and other items, and prepare to go home.
But at this moment, he was so sensitive that he suddenly felt something unusual happening behind the tree. He couldn't help being frightened, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Who is it?"
There was a cold laughter behind the tree, and dozens of masked men in black holding sharp knives flashed out from behind the strange mountains and rocks hidden by the trees...
He Yuting woke up from the nightmare and suddenly sat up from the brocade couch. He was so shocked that he was dripping with cold sweat and his heart was beating wildly.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and realized that the knocking on the door had been ringing for a long time.
He calmed down and said feebly: "Come in."
Butler He Luwei stumbled in.
His hair was messy, his face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, his lips were trembling, and his body was covered in blood. He looked extremely miserable and embarrassed.
Seeing his description, He Yuting couldn't help but be startled: "Butler, what happened?"
He Luwei threw himself in front of He Yuting and cried bitterly: "Master Hou, this servant deserves death! I failed to take good care of the princess and the young master..."
He Yuting felt his head buzz. His butler had always been smart, capable and calm in times of crisis. When had he ever been so panicked?
His hands were trembling as he supported He Luwei and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"
He Luwei told He Yuting what happened intermittently while crying.
It turned out that today's sacrifice was over, and He Luwei was about to ask everyone to pack their things and turn around, when a group of masked men in black suddenly appeared and surrounded them with murderous weapons.
Most of the people who came to visit the grave this time were women and children; although there were also some servants who came to guard the courtyard, their martial arts were mediocre, so how could they be the opponents of this group of thieves who were highly skilled in martial arts and fierce and violent?
So facing this group of vicious murderous demons, the almost defenseless and unprepared people suddenly became the headless souls of the underworld, and the dripping blood dyed the white marble steps in front of the tombstone red...
He Luwei's panicked and hoarse voice reached He Yuting's ears, like thunder exploding in his ears, and his sanity was instantly blown to pieces.
He Yuting's eyes went dark, his mind went blank, and he seemed to be unable to hear anything for a while.
It took him a long time to come back to his senses and asked, "Then... where are the princess and the young master?"
He Luwei said: "The princess, young master and Aunt Yu were all kidnapped by them!... Before leaving, a masked old man gave a letter to the slave and asked the slave to deliver it to Lord Yu - If If it wasn't for this, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the Marquis..."
Having said this, he was still frightened and couldn't help crying again.
He Yuting heard that Princess Huanyu and her grandson Tianci were fine for the time being, and his tense heart relaxed a little.
He raised his head and exhaled softly, and said dumbly: "Where is the letter?"...
