After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums

  Chapter 174 Chapter 174: Taking pleasure in misfortune

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

  If the Seventh and Eighth Princes were not around in normal times, 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 the guests, this matter is no longer that He Zhimiao said it's okay, it's okay.

  Looking at the Eighth Prince's face as cold as the twelfth lunar month, one can tell how strong 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 pitiful. Normally, this would arouse a man's 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 originally intended to marry her as his concubine, looked at He Zhimiao without any warmth in his eyes.

   Nothing to do?

  Who will believe it?

   The good auspicious birds still appear in pairs, and when they reach her yard, they fall to the ground and die. Isn't it as ominous as Mrs. Wuyanghou said?

  Chu Yici valued He Zhimiao, a blessed person, so much, this would be ridiculous.

  Fortunately, he found out early, if he waited for him to tell 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 person.

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

  He Zhimiao's heart shivered from his cold gaze, as if her whole body was buried in the ice and snow, making her limbs cold and almost numb.

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

  He Zhimiao opened her eyes wide in fear, and took a step back abruptly.

  The Eighth Prince's words mean that she has been convicted of an ominous crime?

   No, she is not an ominous person.

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

  On an early spring night, He Xiong broke out in a cold sweat: "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 Weichen and my second brother will enter the palace to face the saint later."

  Although it is said that Bai He died in He Zhimiao's courtyard, but the incident happened in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion. If he, the head of the family, doesn't go to the palace, he is afraid that the emperor will 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 the white crane 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. Wu'an Hou 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 be stained with bad luck." Qi."

  The acrimonious 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, is this over?" Mrs. He glared fiercely at Mrs. Marquis Wu'an with a wrinkled old face, and said angrily.

  Mrs. Marquis Wu'an let out a soft snort before leaving.

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 polite 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 also 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 beside him, and Mrs. He had a headache from crying.

   In terms of closeness, she must be partial to her son's family, but at this time, let her make up her mind, what can an old woman like her do to wash away the bad luck on He Zhimiao's body?

  After thinking for a while, she said a little annoyed: "If you don't send me to live in a 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 Miaoer to the temple means telling people all over the capital that she went to the temple because of bad luck?

   "That's it. When He Xiong comes back, you should discuss it with him. It's a crime." Mrs. He said, and ran away as if to escape.

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

  The second Mrs. He looked at the back of Mrs. He leaving, and let out an angry "Bah".

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

  The Second Madam He clenched her fists tightly, her nails painted with Dan Koo slammed into her flesh, and a vicious cold light burst 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 Mrs. He felt faintly that everything was aimed at them. If it wasn't Dafang, who was fighting against them?

   "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.

   Banquet is ashamed to go back, not only her, everyone in the second room went back to their own yards.

  (end of this chapter)