Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Chapter 517: The "Frustrated" Young Marquis in a World of Female Dominance

Chou Yu sneered:

"Lord Tang, it seems to me that your young servant is somewhat unconscious. Lord Tang needs to keep a close eye on him."

Tang Zhao wiped the sweat from his head:

"Yes, yes, Lord Pan has indeed had some mental problems recently. It was because the servants were not careful enough to supervise him today that he ran around and bumped into the angel. Please don't be offended, my lord."

What a joke! This person is a double favorite of the emperor and the prince.

And what if Pan He and I were the Emperor's biological parents? That depended on whether they recognized him or not.

Based on what she had investigated, she could honestly say that it was good enough that the Emperor did not bear grudges against the family. However, Pan He was blind and kept walking into danger. So she ordered:

"Someone, come here. Servant Pan has been feeling restless lately, and has been talking nonsense. Please clean up the Buddhist temple in the backyard and let Servant Pan stay there for a while."

Several servants agreed and pulled Pan He away.

Pan He struggled and refused, opening his mouth to say something. Jinse, quick-witted, quickly pulled out an old rag from her sleeve, rolled it up, and stuffed it into Pan He's mouth.

This stopped Pan He from saying anything.

Jinse touched her chest: Fortunately, fortunately. Coincidentally, this rag was just now tucked into her sleeve when the Marquis suddenly came in while she was dusting the study.

Pan He was choked by the dust on the rag and rolled his eyes, unable to cough it out.

Chou Yu smiled and said:

"That's very good. If Pan Shijun can stay with Qingdeng for a long time, the Buddha will be merciful and will surely protect Pan Shijun. The emperor will feel relieved when he knows this."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your kind words, Angel!"

Tang Zhao kept a very low profile.

After sending away Chou Yu, Tang Zhao saw Pan He was still struggling. He circled around him twice and said coldly:

"In the past, I thought you were so desperate to please me that you acted so recklessly. So, even though I knew the Emperor had a grudge against you, I still gave you some leeway in everything."

"But only today did I realize that you were simply stupid. So stupid that you still can't see the reality. You are hopeless."

She sighed:

"I naturally take responsibility for the mistakes I made in the past. But you still haven't shown any remorse or repentance."

"In that case, I will build a separate family temple in the Marquis' Mansion. From now on, you can do as Master Chou said, with green lamps and ancient Buddhas, and calm your mind."

Seeing Pan He shaking his head vigorously, he seemed to know what he was thinking, and said:

"If one day, the Emperor takes the initiative to mention that he forgives you, you can naturally come out and walk around. Otherwise..."

He didn't say the rest, just waved his hand, signaling his servants to take Pan He away.

. . .

At the same time, at the entrance of the largest teahouse in Beijing.

Father Jiang had just finished attending one of the most popular new operas in the capital and was being escorted out by several servants. His mind was clearly still immersed in the play, and a relaxed smile played on the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Tianming stared blankly at his father Jiang, subconsciously lowered the hat on his head, and felt a little dazed.

During the years that the couple lived together, Father Jiang always seemed to be frowning in her eyes, as if he was shrouded in an invisible shackle.

It makes people feel depressed.

How long had it been since she had seen Father Jiang look so refreshed and calm? She suddenly remembered the first time they met when they were discussing marriage, and Father Jiang seemed to be like this.

He was wearing a green and blue shirt, holding a landscape folding fan. There was light in his eyes when he looked at her, and his whole body was smiling.

It was obvious that at that moment, she was moved.

That's why she agreed to the marriage without hesitation, regardless of his family background as a civil servant. And when they first got married, they had a sweet and sweet time.

She would make him happy every day, and would accompany and take care of him when he was pregnant.

But later, as Luo Chengdong entered the mansion, her mind was attracted to him, and she unknowingly spent less time with him. She could no longer remember when Father Jiang became what he was later.

Because the appearance he wanted most had already appeared in Luo Chengdong.

"Tingzhou..."

Unconsciously, Jiang Tianming called out Jiang's father's maiden name. Jiang's father happened to be passing by with his men at this time. He was startled when he heard the voice and unconsciously stopped.

Did someone call his name just now?

Tingzhou... Ever since his parents passed away, this name hadn't been called for a long, long time. The last time it was called was by that person.

"Tingzhou,"

Jiang's father's pause seemed to give Jiang Tianming some confidence, and she called out again:

"Are you okay?"

Father Jiang suddenly came to his senses. This voice was indeed...

"Jiang Tianming?"

"it's me."

Jiang Tianming smiled bitterly.

It's funny, but it wasn't until she disguised herself and successfully entered the city that she realized that she had never thought of looking for her daughter Jiang Xinyue during this trip, let alone pleading for Jiang Qiu Shui.

After taking such a huge risk, she inexplicably wanted to see Father Jiang. As for why, perhaps even she herself didn't know.

"Ha~"

Father Jiang sneered:

"Jiang Tianming, you're so bold! His Majesty has issued a clear order forbidding the Jiang family from entering the capital. What's the matter? Have you had enough of your good life and are you here to bring misfortune upon us father and daughter?"

If that's the case, he doesn't mind sending this woman to jail for a few days.

"Tingzhou, you misunderstood. I just... wanted to come and see you. Are you... and the children okay?"

"Ha ha ha ha"

When Father Jiang heard this, he almost laughed to tears.

"Come and take a look at us—Jiang Tianming, are you mistaken?"

"Thinking back to when I gave birth to Qiushan, I spent a whole day and night in the delivery room in pain, but you didn't even come to see me. I sent servants to ask you three times, but you didn't even come to see me."

"What were you doing at that time? Let me think..."

Jiang Tianming was stunned when he heard this.

Is that true? Thinking back, I don't have any recollection of it.

"Oh, your servant told me, 'Lord Luo Ce has developed a rash on his face and has been feeling depressed these past two days, requiring the general's personal attention. Lord Zhengjun, please be understanding of the general.'"

Father Jiang wiped the tears of laughter from his face with a handkerchief and continued:

"The year Xinyue was born, I was still in confinement. My parents were both killed by bandits when they went to Jingfu to take up their posts. I was heartbroken and almost cried myself blind. I begged you to help with the funeral. What did you say..."

"Oh, you said that Luo Cejun had just found out she was pregnant, and that it was unsuitable for the mansion to be contaminated by bad luck at this time, so you asked me to put my parents' funeral on hold. At that time, why didn't you ask if I and the children were doing well?"

Jiang Tianming: “…”

It seems that this is the case.

But at that time, she sincerely believed that her parents-in-law would not get into trouble sooner or later. But they died just when Chengdong was found to be pregnant, and she felt that it was bad luck.

But I never thought about how Tingzhou felt at that time.

She seemed to have no recollection of how the matter was handled later.