Chapter 87: Solitary and clear fate (Please collect, please follow!)

Jia Cong had already used words to guide, causing this stupid woman to arouse public anger in Rongqing Hall. Except for Lady Wang, I'm afraid no one would stand on her side.

The atmosphere in Rongqing Hall was abnormally oppressive, as if it had solidified. Everyone saw that Zhang had lost her square and inch, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Jia Cong just looked coldly, also waiting for Zhang to reply. It would be best if she lost control and made a scene in the hall.

Just break the face of the Wang family and the Jia family, so as to save the Jia family's several generations of connections from being eaten away by outsiders.

Lady Wang, who was sitting there, felt a turmoil in her heart. This Cong Ge'er had been studying outside for two years, how did he become so sharp?

Thinking of the time he dealt with Wang Shanbao's wife in the East Road Courtyard, this kid's temperament had probably been suppressed for a long time, but it wasn't too obvious back then.

She was my sister-in-law from my maiden family, yet his words didn't leave half a point of face. It was a pity that the Master had always helped and valued him. She felt a sense of resentment toward Jia Cong in her heart.

This sister-in-law of mine also had no rules, provoking him for no reason in the hall, making her lose all her face.

Lady Wang could no longer hold her frame. If this continued, her sister-in-law would definitely be driven crazy by this kid, and it would be difficult to clean up if she made a scene.

With just those few words, he slapped the Wang family's annoying old woman on the face, not leaving half a point of face. If he let this kid stay any longer, he would really force people to hit the wall.

He brushed his sleeves and left Rongqing Hall, with a bit of the ease of finishing the work.

The result he wanted was achieved, so there was no need to break the sand pot and pursue it to the end. Many things are moderate, and going too far is as bad as not going far enough.

He turned to Jia Mu and said: "Old Lady, I haven't returned to the mansion for a long time. I have already paid respects to the Great Master and Second Brother Lian in the East Prefecture just now."

Moreover, there was Jia Zheng's affection. Among these elders in the Jia Mansion, Jia Zheng truly cared about him, and Jia Cong had always remembered it in his heart.

From now on, whether it was inside the Jia family or marrying an outside relative, no one would dare to easily talk about his background.

It was just that Wang Zhang's face was left in the Jia family, and she couldn't pick it up even if she wanted to, which was deserved.

"I'll go to the garden to see the Second Sister now, so I won't disturb the elders' conversation."

So he did everything according to etiquette, at least on the surface, toward Lady Wang.

He didn't know whether Wang Zhang's trouble today was Lady Wang's intention, but since the matter hadn't been poked through, he was too lazy to investigate carefully.

Jia Cong respectfully replied: "So that's how it is. Thank you, Lady, for the reminder."

After today's outburst, and the old lady's attitude toward this matter, everyone saw it.

But she scolded Jia Cong in the hall, which was too obvious, and it seemed that Jia Cong couldn't pick out too many mistakes.

Jia Cong bowed to Jia Mu and Lady Wang, not even looking at Wang Zhang, whose face was purple and trembling with anger.

The delicate and pretty girl under Jia Mu's knees looked at Jia Cong's departing figure, her bright eyes turned, and she said: "Old Ancestor, I'll go to the garden to see the sisters too. I haven't seen them for many days."

Jia Lian, Yingchun, and Jia Cong were siblings of the same father. It was the proper etiquette for him to see his eldest brother and sister when returning to the mansion. Jia Mu naturally wouldn't say anything.

Once Lady Wang said this, the oppressive atmosphere in Rongqing Hall slowly relaxed.

Seeing him leave, Jia Mu actually breathed a sigh of relief. Two years had passed, and this evil obstacle's temperament for making trouble hadn't changed at all, and it was getting more and more powerful. Thinking about it, it was also a headache.

Moreover, the old lady was still sitting there, and she valued the face of the Jia family the most. Her sister-in-law's words just now had already touched the old lady's taboo.

The mess caused by the Wang family, now that the Jia family's daughter-in-law and the Wang family's girl had spoken, it set the tone for the matter, and the matter was probably over.

She could only endure her anger and said: "Cong Ge'er, don't take it to heart. Your Wang family aunt was praising you for being handsome, and there was no other meaning."

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Jia Cong first returned to the Qingzhi Study, took his things, and then went to Yingchun's room.

Yingchun was also happy to see Jia Cong coming, and asked about Jia Cong's affairs in the academy, and whether he was sure about the Prefectural Examination this time, etc.

Yingchun was usually dull and silent. It was strange to say, but she had a lot to say in front of Jia Cong, which was the reason why Jia Cong had to go to Yingchun's room every time he returned to the mansion.

Jia Cong felt that Yingchun was not born with a silent and cowardly temperament. It must be that she had been ignored by the people around her too much, which led to this slightly autistic temperament.

Yingchun, like Jia Cong, was born to one of Jia She's concubines. Her concubine mother passed away when she was very young. Later, Lady Xing was married in, and she was taken to the old lady's side to be raised.

Jia She was a licentious and cold-blooded person. He often beat and scolded the legitimate Jia Lian, without any fatherly love or pity. Toward Yingchun, an illegitimate daughter born of a concubine, he wouldn't put her in his heart even more.

Since Yingchun was taken to the old lady's side to be raised, father and daughter rarely met, and he didn't have this daughter in his eyes even more.

So Yingchun grew up almost in an environment without a father or mother.

Jia Cong heard too many topics about similar left-behind children in his later life.

Children who grew up in this environment would mostly have problems such as introversion and autism.

Furthermore, Yingchun's nature was not as crisp and cheerful as Seeing Tan Chun's. She was not valued by the old lady since she was a child, lacked family affection, and had no one's attention, so she naturally became this kind of silent, wooden, and soft temperament.

Perhaps because the two were siblings of the same father, their family backgrounds were similar, and Jia Cong was willing to be close to this kind and silent sister.

So Yingchun could naturally let go of her barriers in front of Jia Cong. When she was with Jia Cong, she would always have many topics that she didn't usually have.

Naturally, without any obstacles, even she herself found it strange.

Perhaps things in the world would be like this.

I met you in loneliness, and I told you everything about me.

Yingchun took out the shoes she had just made for Jia Cong to try. Jia Cong took out a porcelain bottle painted with green leaves and white flowers from the wooden box he brought.

Yingchun took it curiously: "Brother Cong, what is this? It looks exquisite."

Jia Cong smiled: "This is called perfume, a popular thing in the Divine Capital recently. Open the bottle cap and smell it."

Yingchun opened the bottle cap and smelled it lightly, exclaiming: "So fragrant, even the dragon saliva incense rewarded by the palace doesn't smell this good. It's such a small bottle, it's truly magical."

"This is refined from fresh flowers and refreshing medicinal herbs. You only need to put a small drop on the pulse or behind the ears, and the fragrance can last all day. It's better to use than incense sachets and the like."

……

Daiyu heard that Jia Cong had gone to the East Prefecture to entertain guests after returning to the mansion, so she went to Seeing Tan Chun's room to sit.

At this time, a girl with a beautiful appearance entered from outside, with a slender figure, hair as black as lacquer, and a body full of lively and healthy vitality.

Seeing Tan Chun hurriedly greeted her: "Sister Yun, you're here. I heard yesterday that you and your aunt came to pay respects to the old lady."

This girl was Jia Mu's niece-granddaughter, Shi Xiangyun.

Shi Xiangyun walked to the Xizhou poem in Seeing Tan Chun's room, looked at it for a few times, and laughed: "Third Sister always praises her own calligraphy as good. I saw a better one in Rongqing Hall today."

Daiyu smiled: "There is actually someone in this mansion who can write better than Third Brother Cong? Don't sell the secret, tell us quickly."

"Today in Rongqing Hall, I not only saw that Third Brother Cong, but also saw a good show. It was truly refreshing!"

Seeing Tan Chun and Daiyu looked at each other. Xiangyun said she saw Third Brother Cong and also saw a good show. Could it be related to Third Brother Cong again?

They had seen many such things in these few years, but they were curious, so they urged Shi Xiangyun to tell them quickly.

This Shi Xiangyun was the liveliest among the sisters, and she had the most to say. Her mouth was sharper than a yellow oriole.

She chattered and vividly told the scene that just happened in Rongqing Hall clearly.

When they heard that Prince Ziteng's wife belittled and humiliated Jia Cong in the hall, Daiyu and Seeing Tan Chun both frowned.

Hearing that Jia Cong's words were like knives, he bitterly ridiculed and mocked that Wang Zhang, almost forcing that woman to hit the wall.

Shi Xiangyun spoke vividly, her facial expressions were also extremely rich, and she even imitated Jia Cong's tone of voice, making Daiyu and Seeing Tan Chun giggle.

"What are you sisters talking about so happily? Tell me too."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 88 =====