Chapter 488
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even though Zhao Xuanyu is dead, the two families have been married for many years, so it is normal to give something during the festival.

Zhao Yuanxiang didn't care much about it, but he hoped that Xuanyuanchen would find out about Zhao Yanran's matter soon, and as long as there was conclusive evidence, the relationship between Zhao and He's two families would really be completely over.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a major festival second only to the Spring Festival. The emperor will hold a banquet to appreciate the moon. Ministers of third rank and above and their families are eligible to participate.

As the prime minister, Zhao Cheng should of course go, but his illness is still very serious, and the emperor also specially sent someone to Zhao's mansion to express his condolences, so that he can recover from his illness with peace of mind.

The large and small restaurants on the street have been completely refurbished. The wealthy families have reserved seats early in the morning.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for reunion. When night falls, the family sets up a table in the open space, and the table is filled with various moon cakes.

If it was in the past, the Zhao family would also spend the Mid-Autumn Festival lively and lively as a whole family.Even if they each have their own ghosts in their hearts, this night is destined to be a lively one.

It's just that this year, accidents happened one after another in Zhao's house, the old lady's first seven years have not passed yet, and Zhao Cheng is seriously ill, how can the family sit together and enjoy the moon and eat?
So, Zhao Yuanxiang called Zhao Yihuan, and the two of them held a glass of wine, went to Zhao Cheng's bed and said some nice words, drank the wine, and the Mid-Autumn Festival was over.

Zhao Cheng lay on the bed, half leaning on the pillow, looking at the only two remaining daughters, heaved a long sigh, and said slowly: "Yanran has been contemplating Putuo Temple for half a year, and it will be time soon, right?" ?”

Zhao Yuanxiang wanted to laugh, lowered his eyes and said, "Third sister went there in March, and it will be half a year next month."

Zhao Cheng nodded slightly, glanced around the deserted room, and said: "No matter what happened before, the Zhao family has become this situation now, father, I hope you three sisters can work together from now on, don't let this Home, let's go again."

"Father is right, when the third sister comes back, my daughter will definitely get along well with her." Zhao Yuanxiang sneered in her heart, she knew very well that Zhao Yanran would never come back.

"Okay...it's all gone." Zhao Cheng waved his hand and closed his eyes dejectedly.

Zhao Yuanxiang looked at his much older face, and after a while, called Zhao Yihuan, turned and left.

Zhao Yihuan was still immersed in the grief of Aunt Bai's tragic death. The originally innocent and cheerful person seemed to become calm and mature all of a sudden.

She walked out beside Zhao Yuanxiang expressionlessly, and only when she was about to part, she asked Zhao Yuanxiang sullenly: "Second sister, what is a concubine in your eyes?"

Zhao Yuanxiang was slightly startled, and asked back, "Why do you ask that?"

Zhao Yihuan lowered his eyes and said, "I was standing beside you just now, but my father didn't say a word to me. All these years, I have been obedient and obedient, and never angered my father. As for the third sister, she once Once again, he did something to tarnish the Zhao family's reputation. But until now, my father still thinks about her, but he turns a blind eye to me..."

As she spoke, her voice choked up, "And my mother, I don't know what she did to make my father so angry, but she was dead, yet my father still treated her like that... If I hadn't secretly taken The money let them bury their mother, her body must be thrown in a mass grave now..."

(End of this chapter)

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