Jiang Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and just as she was hesitating what to say, the housekeeper came out.
"Miss, please come inside."
Jiang Shuyue's eyes were indifferent and she didn't even look at Jiang Jiaojiao. She walked into the Shangshu Mansion and walked straight towards the ancestral hall.
Qiu Ju quickly followed. She lowered her voice and said, "Miss, the carriage that followed the second lady's carriage just now belongs to the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"Let's talk about this later. Today we are here to get our mother's memorial tablet." Jiang Shuyue kept walking. Seeing this, the housekeeper quickly ordered the boy to inform his master.
Jiang Jiaojiao was afraid that her father would see her dressed up in a frivolous manner, so she trotted all the way to her courtyard after entering the house.
At this time, Jiang Zhengming was preparing to take a nap after lunch, when the boy came to report that the eldest lady was back.
Yang urged: "Husband, go quickly. Don't be angry. If you have anything to say, talk to me. Yue'er is a sensible child and she will understand your good intentions."
Jiang Zhengming took the cold water handkerchief handed over by Yang and dabbed it on his face, feeling more energetic.
He put the handkerchief back into Yang's hand and said to Yang, "Come with me. That evil girl can make people angry with her words. If I can't control my emotions, you can smooth things over."
"Don't worry, husband, I understand. As long as the eldest lady agrees to the Wu family's marriage, everything will be easy."
Yang said and winked at Mrs. Qu behind her.
Mrs. Qu understood, lowered her head and retreated.
Mrs. Qu was originally going to Qinglian Temple today, but Jiang Jiaojiao didn't come over to inform her at all, and left the house with Caiyan early in the morning.
Yang was worried that Jiang Jiaojiao would do something outrageous in a hurry, and she was restless all morning.
She had to know as soon as possible whether her daughter was destined to be the third son of Young Master Wei. If she could get into the Wei family, it would be better if Jiang Zhengming and Jiang Shuyue fell out, lest she have to pay for her dowry in vain.
When Jiang Shuyue came back, the entire Shangshu Mansion felt like it was facing a formidable enemy. While the housekeeper followed Smiley to the ancestral hall, he looked back from time to time to see if the master was here.
Walking into the ancestral hall, the past experiences are still vivid in my mind, as if they were yesterday.
The tablet of mother Su is on the side below the ancestors of the Jiang family.
The family rituals are still in their original positions, and there seems to be a residual smell of blood in the air.
Jiang Shuyue said silently in her heart, Mrs. Su, I have come to pick you up on behalf of your daughter and leave this dirty place.
Jiang Shuyue kowtowed to Su's spiritual place and reached out to get it.
The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to persuade: "Miss, no, this matter is of great importance. Let's discuss it carefully when the master comes, right?"
Qiu Ju scolded: "Madam is my young lady's mother, why should I discuss it with someone who has nothing to do with me? Don't forget that my young lady has nothing to do with the Jiang family."
Without saying a word, Gao Mu stretched out his hand to pick up the butler's back collar and gently lifted him away from the ancestral hall.
In Gao Mu's hands, the housekeeper was like a chicken caught by an eagle.
His hands and feet were dancing in the air, and he shouted, "Miss, think about it carefully, these slaves are all for your own good!"
"Ah! Ouch!"
Gao Mu let go of his hand, and the butler threw a dog to eat shit.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Zhengming glared at Gao Mu and strode into the ancestral hall.
Seeing that Jiang Zhengming was a little angry, Yang smiled and said, "Yue'er, why don't you come and sit in mother's room when you come back?"
Mrs. Qu hasn't replied yet, so she still has to cooperate with Jiang Zhengming to coax him.
She is the best at pretending to be gentle and virtuous.
Jiang Shuyue didn't bother to pay attention to Yang's false feelings.
She wrapped the coffin in her hand and said without looking back, "Mr. Jiang is really forgetful. I told you in advance that I will come back to get my mother's coffin."
"No! I won't agree. Su is the wife of my Ming Matchmaker. She was born as a member of my Jiang family and died as a ghost of my Jiang family. You can't do this."
"Yue'er, daddy, please apologize to you. Dad was wrong. Dad shouldn't have asked the family to beat you after you were bullied, let alone send you to Zhuangzi."
Jiang Zhengming's tone was so strong that it only took a moment for him to soften his pleas.
Jiang Shuyue was not the original owner. She looked at Jiang Zhengming and said calmly: "Master Jiang, why are you doing this? What my mother left behind is just a spiritual place. Her soul has left the Jiang family long ago."
She glanced at Yang, "Don't you have a married woman? It's more appropriate to leave the ghost job to her, don't you think so, madam?"
Yang: "..."
Yang was so angry that a mouthful of blood surged in her chest, and she had to suppress it with a smile.
Jiang Shuyue held the wrapped coffin in her arms and walked out the door.
Jiang Zhengming quickly blocked her way, "Yue'er, dad, please come back! Dad has arranged a good marriage for you to compensate for the sins you have suffered over the years."
Jiang Shuyue paused slightly.
It turned out that he was waiting for her here, no wonder he begged her to go back home again and again.
She wanted to hear what kind of family this cheap father had chosen for her.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of Jiang Shuyue's mouth, "Oh! So that's it. May I ask Mr. Jiang, what kind of family is this person?"
When Yang heard this, she thought Jiang Shuyue had changed her mind.
"Yue'er, your father is reluctant to marry you off. He is the son of Taiwei Wu's family. He serves in the Ministry of War. He is a young talent with both civil and military skills."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really a good marriage. Why did it fall on a person who was expelled from the family tree?" Jiang Shuyue looked at Qiu Ju, her tone seemed to be talking about someone else.
"Miss, I seem to have heard that Second Miss Jiang has also settled on the son of Taiwei Wu's family. Isn't it because you are destined to be the second son of the Wu family, while Miss Jiang is destined to be the concubine of the Wu family?" Qiu Ju asked knowingly.
Yang's forehead jumped as she heard this, and she had to put on a smile to prevent herself from having an attack.
Yang quickly denied it, "The rumors outside are wrong. Jiao'er is not engaged. The person who made the engagement from beginning to end was you, Yue'er!"
"Eh! No, when I heard about this, the young lady had not returned to the capital yet. Could it be that Mr. Jiang has the ability to predict the future and knew that my young lady was coming back to the capital?"
Jiang Zhengming: "This... Yue'er, don't worry about it anymore. Just say how about this marriage?"
Jiang Zhengming was sure that Jiang Shuyue would agree. Yang could not get angry even after grinding his silver teeth. He suppressed his emotions and looked at Jiang Shuyue expectantly.
"In what capacity does Mr. Jiang arrange a betrothal for me? What qualifications do you have to help me get engaged?"
After asking two questions in a row, Jiang Zhengming's face froze and he opened his mouth without saying a word.
"Yue'er, you can't hurt your father's heart like this. He has already admitted his fault to you."
"Snapped!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, was that right?"
Jiang Shuyue raised her hand and slapped Yang hard, then apologized piously.
"you……"
Yang quickly raised her hands to cover her burning cheeks and looked at Jiang Shuyue with cold eyes, wishing to eat her alive.
Yang immediately looked at Jiang Zhengming with aggrieved face, "Husband, look at Yue'er..."
"enough!"
Yang had never been treated so coldly by Jiang Zhengming, and tears rolled down her face.
She pretended to be aggrieved before, but this time she was really aggrieved.
"Master Jiang, you can take care of yourself. Please stop using my father's name to deceive others. If I find out, don't blame me for filing a lawsuit with the government."
Without saying a word, he strode outside.
