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The two people already had feelings for each other, and now that they were alone together, they had even more things to talk about.

The gentle and refined gentleman tried to find ways to tell about the things that had happened to him recently, and made the generous and polite woman laugh out loud.

The clear and sweet laughter like that of a yellow warbler entered Que Yu's ears.

Even if you can't see how they get along, you can still feel the deep affection between them.

Que Yu should feel happy. The more Meng Wenjin likes Chu Xiaoyun, the more painful he will be when he loses Chu Xiaoyun.

The more successful your revenge will be.

But for some reason, he felt a little annoyed when he heard the two of them getting along harmoniously and happily.

Is it that the weather this year is unusual, making him feel stuffy?

Or maybe he was too fed up with the Meng Mansion, and the longer he stayed here, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Que Yu touched the ugly scar on his left wrist left by fire, and his eyelashes drooped.

"We have almost finished observing Meng Wenjin's words and deeds, so we should start planning ahead. We need to find a chance to remove this scar."

"Meng Mansion, it's time to pay back what you owe me."

When Que Yu thought of the Meng family, all the strange feelings in his heart caused by Chu Xiaoyun were covered by dark destructive emotions.

After the banquet, the Meng Mansion became quiet again.

In the west wing, an old lady with white hair entered the small Buddhist temple at the back with the help of her maids and servants.

The old lady originally had a pair of upturned eyes, which made her look sharp and mean.

Perhaps it is because of her age and the fact that she has been worshipping Buddha all year round, the corners of her eyes have become loose, and she actually has a bit of a kind mother's eyes.

"I'll recite some Buddhist scriptures. You guys wait outside the door."

The old lady fiddled with the Buddhist beads in her hand and spoke to the person next to her.

Soon, the servants dispersed and the old lady was the only one left in the small Buddhist temple.

For some reason, she has been having trouble sleeping at night lately.

It's already the middle of the night, and I'll suddenly wake up with palpitations, and then I can't fall asleep again.

Only in front of the Buddha can she feel at ease.

Thinking of this, Old Madam Meng glanced at the compassionate face of the Buddha on the table, clasped her hands together, bowed, and knelt on the cushion.

She closed her eyes, turned down the corners of her mouth, fiddled with her Buddhist beads, and recited Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

The Buddhist hall is quiet and almost no other sounds can be heard.

There was no one around. In a blink of an eye, a man in black appeared on the beam. It was Que Yu.

He glanced at the old lady who was worshipping Buddha devoutly and snorted sarcastically.

Perhaps because he felt that this scene was a bit hurtful to the eyes, he did not stay for long, but lit a white pill and threw it in.

Seeing white smoke rising, he turned around and left silently like a ghost.

Day two.

The old woman who was guarding outside the small Buddhist temple woke up suddenly. Thinking of what happened before going to bed last night, her heart trembled suddenly and she quickly opened the door.

The old lady collapsed beside the futon, her body was hot, and the situation did not look good.

She quickly ordered the other servants who were on night watch to carry the old lady into the room. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, she quickly ran out and shouted:

"The old lady has a fever. Call the court doctor. Call the court doctor."

The Meng Mansion was in chaos.

The news that Madam Meng was seriously ill spread throughout the mansion.

It was probably because of his age. It was clearly just a mild cold, and it didn't get better despite several medical treatments.

Instead, for some unknown reason, her physical condition became increasingly worse, and she soon became bedridden and unable to get up.

After the emperor heard about it, he sent imperial physicians several times.

No matter where the doctors were from, when they saw the old lady's appearance, they all shook their heads and sighed.

Marquis Yongding was the old lady's only son and was unwilling to give up his mother.

More importantly, this dynasty attaches great importance to filial piety. After the old lady died, both Yongding Hou and Meng Wenjin had to observe mourning for three years.

He would never allow such a thing to happen.

Marquis Yongding even began to look for all sorts of folk remedies, and finally got a solution from a famous monk who had returned from a long journey.

"A wedding for the sake of happiness? How can that be possible!"

Meng Wenjin shook his head repeatedly when he heard what his father said.

His wedding with Chu Xiaoyun was originally scheduled for September this year, but it is only July now.

Although both parties had already started preparing for the wedding, with two months suddenly missing, the preparations would certainly be rushed.

Isn't this treating Sister Xiaoyun unfairly?

"Others might say that our family doesn't value Sister Xiaoyun."

"If not, have you ever thought about your grandmother?"

Although Marquis Yongding was satisfied with Chu Xiaoyun as his daughter-in-law, he was not prepared to look down on her.

However, he was more unwilling to see his mother die than to possibly offend the Chu family.

He was at the peak of his career, but it was doubtful whether the emperor would still remember him three years later.

This will also affect her son's career. Why is Wen Jin so confused at this time?

Yongding Hou was somewhat dissatisfied with Meng Wenjin's excessive attention to Chu Xiaoyun, and reprimanded him coldly:

"Master Wangchan said this himself, don't you think you can trust him?"

"Wenjin, don't forget how your grandmother treats you. Now we are just moving the wedding forward a little, and it won't cause any real loss to the little girl from the Chu family."

"Which one is more important? Think about it carefully."

No matter how Meng Wenjin thought about it, she was unwilling to let the person she loved down.

But he is not yet the master of the Yongding Marquisate, so he cannot directly reject his father's wishes.

While the imperial physician was trying to stabilize his grandmother's condition, he looked around for famous doctors to cure her.

Meng Wenjin didn't expect that her father would convey his intention of getting married to the Chu family.

He didn't want to make things difficult for Chu Xiaoyun, and Chu Xiaoyun didn't want Meng Wenjin to be labeled as unfilial by outsiders, so after discussing with her parents, she made an appointment to meet him.

This meeting was rather hasty and the location was just a secluded alley.

Blocking the entrance with a wide carriage creates an extremely private conversation venue.

Chu Xiaoyun stood under a huge locust tree in the alley, jokingly trying to ease the somewhat solemn atmosphere.

"Brother Wenjin, stop frowning. It makes you look a few years older."

"Come on, smile."

Chu Xiaoyun placed the index fingers of both hands on her cheeks above her lips and pushed them upwards, creating a very fake but cute smile.

Meng Wenjin looked at her, reached out and pulled down her fingers that were resting on her face, and said softly:

"Xiao Yun, I don't need you to give so much. But how can I take seriously the words of a wandering monk who hasn't come back for several years?"

"The idea of ​​getting married is just nonsense. If it doesn't work, then the blame will be shifted to you."

"I'm looking for a famous doctor. I should have good news soon."

Chu Xiaoyun grabbed Meng Wenjin's sleeve.

"Brother Wenjin, Master Wangchan's words have spread all over the capital. It doesn't matter if the wedding has no effect. I don't care about some empty reputation."

"But if there is no wedding, and grandma dies, the blame will be transferred to you."

She raised her eyes, making the concern clear in them.

"Brother Wenjin, I can't bear to see you get scolded."