After the evil concubine was reborn, she only wanted to abuse the scumbag

Chapter 174: Chapter 174

How proud He Xiong was a moment ago, how disturbed he will be now.

If normally, the Seventh and Eighth Princes were not around, and the He family did not entertain guests, He Xiong might still be able to rely on Mrs. He's power to force He Yu to suppress the matter.

But now, in front of the two Highnesses and all the guests, it's not that He Zhimiao said it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Looking at the Eighth Prince's face as cold as the twelfth lunar month of winter, one can tell how intense the anger is in his heart at this moment.

"Your Highness, you believe in the courtier's daughter, this matter has nothing to do with the courtier's daughter."

Tears glistened in He Zhimiao's eyes, and she looked very pitiful. Normally, this would arouse a man's love and affection, but at this moment, everyone just looked at her indifferently.

Not to mention that Chu Jinyan ignored her existence from the beginning to the end, even Chu Yici, who had intended to marry her as his concubine, looked at He Zhimiao without any warmth in his eyes.

Irrelevant?

Who would believe it.

The good auspicious birds still appeared in pairs, and they fell to the ground and died when they arrived in her yard. Isn't it as ominous as Mrs. Wuyanghou said?
How ridiculous Chu Yici valued He Zhimiao, a blessed person, now.

Fortunately, he found out early, if he waited for him to report to his father that the marriage was arranged, then he would become a joke all over the capital.

"Eighth brother, what do you think?" Chu Yici asked Chu Jinyan.

Even so, how to deal with this matter should be left to Chu Jinyan, he is so favored by his father, it is nothing to offend a lot of people.

Chu Jinyan glanced at Chu Yici indifferently, and then his eyes fell on He Zhimiao again.

He Zhimiao's heart felt chills from his cold stare, her whole body seemed to be buried in the ice and snow, making her limbs cold and almost numb.

"Master He, bury Baihe properly, and then follow me into the palace to plead guilty to the emperor." Chu Jinyan's indifferent voice was like a thunderbolt hitting He Xiong's body, making him pale with fright.

He Zhimiao's eyes widened in fear, and he took a step back abruptly.

Does the Eighth Prince's words mean that she has been convicted of an ominous crime?
No, she is not an ominous person.

Just a moment ago, she was still accepting everyone's envious eyes, but in the blink of an eye, she was smashed down from the clouds. He Zhimiao couldn't accept the difference.

On an early spring night, He Xiong broke out in a cold sweat from fright: "Wei... Weichen will enter the palace right now."

Chu Jinyan looked back at He Yu again: "Master He, the sudden death of Baihe is too serious, I have to go to the palace to explain it to my father in detail, so I won't stay any longer."

"Yes, yes, Your Highness will go first, and I will enter the palace with my second brother later to meet the saint."

Although Bai He died in He Zhimiao's courtyard, but the incident happened in Marquis Wu'an's mansion, if he, the head of the family, did not go to the palace, lest the emperor would punish him.

He Yu confessed to everyone one by one, then handed over the rest of the banquet to his wife, rudely lifted He Xiong from the ground, first took Bai He out of the mansion, found a place with good feng shui and buried it, and then entered the palace.

The guests were led back to the banquet by the servants.

Mrs. Marquis Wu'an twisted her waist, gleefully said to He Zhimin, "Oh, such a bad thing happened during such a good banquet. Miner, let's go quickly, don't get caught in a bad mood." Qi."

The harsh words made Mrs. He almost vomit blood.

Mrs. He was furious, but Mrs. Marquis of Wu'an felt refreshed both physically and mentally. She gave Mrs. He and He Zhimiao a half-smile and walked away with her daughter. Halfway through, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Wonderful!" For such an ominous person, in order not to affect the luck of the entire He family, I think it is better to go to the temple to live for a few days, and let the Buddha bless Qingqing's ominous body."

"Shut up, are you finished?" Mrs. He's wrinkled old face stared at Mrs. Wu Anhou fiercely, and said angrily.

Mrs. Wu Anhou snorted lightly, and left.

Mrs. He hugged her daughter and cried to Mrs. He: "My poor daughter, why did she suffer from such a disaster? What ominous person is someone talking nonsense, mother, you must make the decision for your daughter-in-law! Ah, I think what happened today is that Dafang did something wrong, they are trying to kill Miaoer."

"Miao'er has learned to be courteous and likable since she was a child, so it's not ominous. Now that this happened in front of so many guests, how can Miao'er hold her head up in the future?"

"Not only Miao'er, but the master and Zhihan will also be affected. Now Zhihan is talking about marriage, how can he marry a daughter of a high family?"

He Zhimiao was crying on the sidelines, and Mrs. He had a headache from crying.

In terms of closeness, she must be partial to her son's family, but at this moment, let her make up her mind, how can she, an old woman, wash away the bad luck on He Zhimiao's body?
After thinking about it, she said a little irritatedly: "If you don't send me to live in the temple for a while, with the Buddha's light shining all over, maybe this matter will be suppressed."

Second Madam He choked: "..."

What is the old woman trying to do?

Sending Miao'er to the temple means telling people all over the capital that she went to the temple because of bad luck?
"Let's just leave it at that. When He Xiong comes back, you should discuss it with him. It's a crime." Mrs. He said, and then she ran away.

Let her enjoy herself she can, tell her to solve problems, embarrassment, nerve-wracking, and she won't.

Mrs. He looked at the back of Mrs. He leaving, and let out a "bah" angrily.

When He Zhimiao saw that her own grandmother didn't care about her anymore, she cried even louder: "Mom...what should I do? I don't want to go to the temple, you can help me find a way."

Mrs. He clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails painted with Dan Koo slammed into her flesh, and a vicious cold light shot out from her eyes.

Today's incident was too sudden. Although Mrs. He said that Dafang did it, she denied this ability in her heart. After all, the white crane is so precious, how could Dafang catch it, and it was so coincidental that Miaoer died. yard.

But Second Madam He felt faintly that everything was aimed at them, who was fighting against them if it wasn't Dafang?
"If you don't go to the temple, if you go, it will be your ominous reputation. When your father comes back to the palace to see what he says, go back first." Mrs. He comforted her daughter.

It's embarrassing to go back to the banquet, not only her, everyone in the second room went back to their own yards.

(End of this chapter)