C249 (1/2)
Yang Zixuan smiled like a fox, and said: ”What are you saying, Third Uncle is doing this for the sake of your nephew. Everyone will only submit if you explain it clearly.” But it made it impossible for others to see through his plans.
”Minister, this is called being sensible. We are not afraid of you even in the past.”
”That's right, even if it's Steward Wangfei, we don't need to ask you for help!”
Yang Junhui was so angry that her face was flushed red, only then did he understand that the reason why everyone was giving him face was because of Prince Chung.
However, Young's said softly from the side, ”Alright, my husband has just had a few cups of yellow soup. Third nephew, third nephew and daughter-in-law, please do not blame your third uncle.”
Yang Zixuan smiled like a fox, and said: ”What are you saying, Third Uncle is doing this for the sake of your nephew. Everyone will only submit if you explain it clearly.” But it made it impossible for others to see through his plans.
Young's said: ”Your Third Uncle is afraid of others spouting nonsense behind their backs, and what's more, what second sister did, oh, you don't know much about it, so you should explain it to the outsiders.”
After hearing this, everyone started to ponder, no matter what, the Princess Chung was still the mother of an official princess consort, Yang Juan Er.
”Why not? Why should I hide from you? ”
It was the Matriarch Yang who had brought Four Incense to the outer hall of the ancestral hall. Hearing their words, the people became a mess and fiercely knocked the Yellow Pear Blossom Wood Staff onto the ground.
She spoke in a deep voice: ”As a flower scout, Xuan'er will only wait for her to come out of Hanlin House for the next year before she can train in the Six Division, or become an official outside. If she were to be given this identity, it will hinder her future, and she will be remembered as the direct descendant of us.”
The highest and most senior member of the Young's Clan, who had the highest status, immediately confirmed Yang Zixuan's identity as the direct descendant. No one dared to go against his will.
”Jun Yi, where's the prince of this place?”
”Mother!” The Prince Chung just happened to bring Yang Zizhi in.
Matriarch Yang swept Yang Zizhi with his eyes, a look of regret and unhappiness flashed past his eyes, and he said: ”Your Highness, it's great that you're here, open the ancestral hall!”
Mu Rousang turned around and glanced at Yang Zizhi, only to discover that this fellow had become dejected. She lightly pulled on Yang Zixuan's sleeves and asked in a small voice, ”Husband, do you want to become the successor?”
”My wife wishes to become a Crown Princess?” Yang Zixuan bent his body slightly and asked her.
Mu Rousang bit her little finger and thought about it, then turned her head to look at him and replied: ”Wouldn't I have to shoulder all those bad things when I become a Crown Princess?”
”My wife doesn't want it, so we won't take it.” Yang Zixuan seemed to have already known what Mu Rousang was thinking, and said, ”Your wife's title should be earned for her husband, don't take up those words of advice.”
Mu Rousang stared at the rooftop speechlessly. Heavens, oh earth, the position that they were fighting for, the words that came out of his mouth became a form of anger, she unscrupulously thought: It was fortunate that the two of them were biting my ear, if Prince Chung did not hear those words, would I have died because of my old blood spewing out?
”Alright, of course it's to get the title that my husband earned, because that's what my husband earned for me.”
Her delicate eyebrows were relaxed, filled with an inexhaustible sense of attachment and happiness.
”Opening a shrine!”
Prince Chung's tiger-like body shook, the sound coming from his ear was very special.
”Opening a shrine!”
The imperial clansmen called out to him with a solemn and respectful face.
Mu Rousang had lived for a long time, this was the first time she had seen this kind of battle formation, so she curiously sized up the crowd.
As he shouted, there was a manservant at the side who was drumming and firing his cannons! Another manservant pushed open the thick, old, and shiny doors of the inner hall.
”Crack!”
The thick wooden door slowly opened, what entered Mu Rousang's eyes was first the tall pine trees on the left and right, and after passing through the bluestone path, there was a row of tiled houses in front of him. The main door of the hall was open, and long lanterns hung from the inside, along with a light fragrance of sandalwood.
”Sacrifice!”
A clan elder stood at the inner hall door and shouted loudly.
”Sansun's daughter-in-law woman, quickly come to Grandmother's side!” Matriarch Yang amiably waved at her.
Mu Rousang saw that everyone was looking at her with a smile, although there was envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes, she still walked forward happily.
Just then, Han Xiang and her men had already brought over the silk ball, and some servants were carrying the incense table and placed it outside the inner hall.
”Come, follow Grandmother and pay respects to our Ancestor. Once your mother has written it down in the family tree, you will become the next Sun's daughter-in-law.”
Mu Rousang quickly followed her orders and knelt in front of the incense table with the other women. The woman did not enter the ancestral hall, thus, Mu Rousang could only go outside and kowtow.