Chapter 327 Towards the Golden Palace (31)
Chapter 327 Towards the Golden Palace (31)
These words seemed to touch Xie Zhao's sore spot, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Yue'er, there is a limit to your unreasonable behavior! Mother is an elder, and even if she accidentally said a few wrong words, you, as a junior, should be tolerant and understanding. How can you force an elder to apologize to a junior!"
Meng Zhenyue was just waiting for him to say this: "You're not going to apologize, huh? Fine!"
She called to her maid, "Let's go!"
Xie Zhao immediately asked, "Where are you going?"
"Go back to your parents' home!" Meng Zhenyue declared fiercely. "I'll only come back when you realize your mistake and come to apologize. If you never acknowledge your wrongdoing... ha!"
Meng Zhenyue, accompanied by her maids and servants, left the Xie residence in a grand procession before it got completely dark.
Seeing this, Cheng Qingshuang worried that Meng Zhenyue would really leave, so she quickly said to Xie Zhao, "Zhao'er, what are you standing there for? Go and call her back!"
What if this woman returns to the Meng family and exaggerates what happened today, causing the Meng family to make things difficult for them?
Meng Zhenyue's father was a high-ranking official of the third rank in the imperial court.
Although Xie Zhao was furious inside, he remained calm on the surface: "I won't go. She will naturally come back in a few days."
Before marrying Meng Zhenyue, he knew that she was having a hard time in the Meng family. Her sister-in-law and brother's wife were working together to ostracize her, and Meng's mother was weak and unable to protect her.
Therefore, no matter how much she suffered in the Xie family over the years, she dared not return to the Meng family to complain, let alone tell her parents.
Although I don't know what got into her today that made her so angry, she won't be able to stay in the Meng family, which can't tolerate her, for more than a few days before she has to slink back home.
He would absolutely not pick her up, lest he break this precedent and allow her to take advantage of him in the future.
Thinking of this, Xie Zhao sneered.
He glanced at the broken porcelain on the ground and called out the maid's name to the door: "Cuilan, come in and clean up."
No one answered from outside the door.
Xie Zhao called out several more times, but still no one responded.
Seeing his unpleasant expression, Cheng Qingshuang went out of the room and said, "Zhao'er, it seems that that wretched girl Cuilan went back to the Meng family with Meng Zhenyue."
Xie Zhao: "..."
Meanwhile, Meng Zhenyue returned to the Meng residence with her entourage. After seeing her mother's surprised expression, she went straight to her father Meng Zongrong's study.
Upon seeing Meng Zongrong, before he could even speak, Meng Zhenyue knelt down before him, tears streaming down her face.
"Father! I beg you, Father, to do justice for your daughter!"
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The next day, Xie Zhao was woken up early by Cheng Qingshuang knocking on the door.
"Zhao'er! Zhao'er! Get up quickly! Something's happened!"
Xie Zhao didn't sleep well last night, and was very annoyed to be woken up like this.
He didn't rush to get up, but instead called out, "Cuilan, go open the door."
But as soon as he said it, he remembered that Cuilan had been taken away by Meng Zhenyue.
He could only sit up, put on a coat, and go to open the door: "What happened?"
Cheng Qingshuang said, "No one in the manor makes breakfast."
Xie Zhao: "...Where is he?"
"He left with Meng Zhenyue."
"The cook left too?"
“Yes,” Cheng Qingshuang said. “Not only the cooks, maids, servants, and grooms, but even the gatekeepers have left.”
Xie Zhao: "..."
His anger flared up instantly.
It's the other way around!
Do these lackeys even know who their real master is?
They are from the Xie family!
Cheng Qingshuang was oblivious to Xie Zhao's emotions and continued to ramble on: "Meng Zhenyue is really too much. I only said a few words to her. Does she have to take everyone in the mansion away?"
It's also our fault for spoiling her too much. Half of the people she took away were part of the dowry from the Meng family, and the other half were bought by her. The servants' indentures were all in her hands, which is why they were so obedient to her. If we had known this would happen, we shouldn't have let her hold onto those indentures..."
"Alright," Xie Zhao interrupted her, annoyed. "They're gone, they'll be back in a few days."
"But what do we do now?" Cheng Qingshuang asked, troubled. "There's no one at home to cook, and Zhaolin and Fang'er are waiting to have breakfast before going to school... Oh right, the coachman isn't here, so who will drive them to school?"
Xie Zhao: "..."
Finally, Xie Zhao paid for a temporary carriage and bought food along the way, so that Xie Zhaolin and Xie Wanfang wouldn't be late for school.
Xie Zhao initially thought that Meng Zhenyue's decision to return to her parents' home with all the servants was just a momentary impulse, and that she would be back in a few days. He didn't think it was a big deal.
But he underestimated the impact of removing all the servants.
There was no one at home to cook, and neither he nor Cheng Qingshuang knew how to cook, so they had to eat out for all three meals a day.
They could make ends meet by eating out, but the four people in the family didn't care about anything and forgot that there were three horses pulling carts in the stable.
After the groom left, no one fed the horses.
After being starved for three days, the horse broke free of its reins and ran rampaged around the yard. Xie Zhao, who heard the commotion, went to see what was going on. As soon as he opened the door, he was knocked to the ground by the horse and broke his right arm.
Upon seeing her son injured, Cheng Qingshuang frantically ran around like a headless fly.
She didn't know where the medicine box was at home, nor did she know the address of the doctor who frequently visited the Xie family, and she had no servants to run errands to fetch the doctor.
Despite the excruciating pain, Xie Zhao walked to a nearby pharmacy to treat the injury on his arm.
Back at the Xie residence, Xie Zhao saw that the furniture in the hall was covered in dust and no one had cleaned it. The flowers in the vases had withered and no one had replaced them. The glass lanterns under the corridor had long since burned out, but no one had added new candles. The huge Xie residence exuded a lifeless atmosphere.
His heart suddenly tightened.
Over the years, his and Cheng Qingshuang's fates have been ups and downs. They have suffered poverty and been looked down upon, but they have not had many days of real hardship.
Back in Luo Family Village, Luo Yun took care of everything for him, and in the capital, Meng Zhenyue's generous dowry provided for his expenses. After living such a comfortable life for so long, he naturally developed a sense of superiority.
With my intelligence and talent, I was never born to suffer hardship and poverty.
But once Meng Zhenyue left with her people, he realized that everything he enjoyed came from someone else.
Thinking of Meng Zhenyue, Xie Zhao felt a surge of anger, which quickly turned into disdain.
In the past, she wouldn't have had a choice. If she threw a tantrum and went back to her parents' home, she would have to go there to apologize and coax her back.
But he is different now—even without Meng Zhenyue, he still has Luo Jun.
Meng Zhenyue thought she could force him to admit his mistake by taking away all the servants, but she was wrong.
If he just asks Luo Yun, all his current predicaments can be solved with money.
Xie Zhao plans to go to Luo Yun after his shift tomorrow and borrow a few servants to take care of household affairs.
When Meng Zhenyue returned home dejectedly after some time, she found that the house was not as messy as she had imagined, but rather in good order. Her wishful thinking had failed, and she was green with envy.
Thinking of this, Xie Zhao curled his lips into a cold smile.
But on his second day on duty, Xie Zhao received bad news—he had worked diligently in the Hanlin Academy for six years, achieving many commendable results, and was expected to be promoted to lecturer, but he was rejected.
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