The Regent's Tender Darling

A pair of feet wearing lotus embroidered shoes finally stayed vertically in mid-air, so quiet, without a trace of life at all.

The door inside the study was closed, and even the windows were closed tightly. The servants outside were all doing things casually, as if they hadn't heard anything, and everything was natural and normal.

The two boys in the study didn't have any unnecessary expressions on their faces after Sun Rou stopped struggling. They didn't take the person down immediately, fearing that he wasn't completely dead yet.

Zhaorenhou turned his back, as if he didn't want to look at the hanged man, with majesty and anger hanging on his face for a long time.

He had no intention of strangling Sun Rou to death, and he accepted Sun Rou as his daughter-in-law. He even felt that this daughter-in-law had been bullied and wanted to seek justice.

But he didn't expect that Sun Rou would be so shameless and wanted to humiliate the Yang family and ask him and his son to send her to the palace!

He could not bear such humiliation under any circumstances.

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, he was silent for half an hour and then said: "Put the person in a box and send it to the backyard. Let people prepare for the funeral. No coffin is required."

The tone was calm and powerful, without any sadness at all, as if what was hanging behind him was just an object.

"Yes." The two young men bowed their hands and responded.

Marquis Zhaoren turned around and looked at the person who was still swaying slightly with Bai Ling. His eyes were fierce for a while, he snorted coldly and walked away.

In the backyard, Mrs. Hou Jiang has been grounded for several days. She was crying and screaming two days ago. Now there is no noise or sobbing in the courtyard. It is as quiet as usual.

The weather today is cloudy and sunny. I saw the sun shining through the window just now, but now it's gloomy again.

Mr. Jiang was sitting on the Arhat bed by the window. All the jewelry on his body was taken off, and he simply wore a dark apricot-colored stand-up collared gown with a dark moire pattern, and his horse face was only pure ink blue.

Her hair looked much more relaxed without the heavy jewelry, and her face was lighter and calmer than before.

His eyes were downcast, he was holding an embroidery hoop in his hand, and he was embroidering mandarin ducks stitch by stitch. Everything was so peaceful, even the smoke rising from the incense burner next to him seemed noisy.

The sound of a maid running could be heard outside, so hurriedly that even Mrs. Jiang, who was doing embroidery by Luohan's bed, frowned.

He slowly put down the embroidered handkerchief in his hand, and was about to speak to the maid standing in the room when the door was pushed open from outside.

A little girl in pink clothes ran in, but Jiang was not angry, she just said: "Girl, what are you doing so frizzy?"

She didn't know why in the past two days, she couldn't listen to the noise and just wanted to stay quietly. She didn't want to make any more noise. No one paid attention to her no matter how much noise she made. What's the point?

The maid in pink looked panicked, but also faintly happy. She said, "Madam, the Marquis is here, right outside! He'll be coming in soon."

What he said was true. Just as the pink-clad maid finished speaking, a tall figure appeared at the door.

Marquis Zhaoren walked in, and the maids quickly stepped aside. Looking at the man who was still handsome even though he was an old man, Jiang was in a daze for a moment.

Immediately after he realized what he was saying, he put on a face that said he didn't want to see you, rolled his eyelids slightly, and looked away.

Marquis Zhaoren's expression became unnatural after Jiang's reaction. He had not come to see his first wife these days.

He was just angry that day, how could he be so angry with her? Although the love now is not as good as when he was young, his love for his wife has not diminished but increased.

It's just that I'm getting old and I'm a little incapable of doing some things. I can only accompany him every day and listen to my wife talk about what happened in the backyard and what happened to whose family.