The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 230 Am I Really Your Son?

When everyone saw Qing Moyan appearing again, they all realized that something was wrong.

Regarding Lord Hou's questioning, Qing Moyan was extremely calm, but the more she was like this, the more people could feel a sense of depression that was about to come.

Xuanyu led his subordinates to quietly occupy a favorable position, keeping a close eye on the guards of the Hou Mansion.

Qing Moyan came to the table, but did not take a seat, but went straight to his father.

"Father just sent someone to question me, do you still think of you as my father, do you still think this is my home, I also want to ask you... Do you think of me as your son?"

There was no sound during the banquet.

Everyone peeked at Old Hou Ye.

They have all heard the rumors about the feud between the father and son in the Qinghou Mansion, but they have always been able to cover it up on the scene, and this is the first time that they have officially tore their faces like this.

Many people watched quietly with the mentality of watching a good show, and no one made a sound.

Qing Mo stood there with an expressionless face, and his soothing but emotionless tone made the old Hou Ye shudder.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could you not be my son?" the old master scolded angrily.

Qing Moyan walked towards his father slowly, "Since my father admits that I am your son, then I don't understand. You have never treated my mother kindly, so why bother to pretend to be so affectionate?"

Lord Hou was stunned, and everyone present was even more dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, Qing Moyan also brought up his mother's matter.

How many years has passed since his biological mother died, and last time the emperor posthumously named his biological mother, Mrs. Lu, a first-class wife.

The second young master was even more dumbfounded, and clung to Qing Moyan's back and whispered, "Brother, don't be like this, so many people are watching..."

"Father doesn't care about these things, what am I afraid of." Qing Moyan said without turning back.

The corners of Old Hou Ye's eyes twitched, just now he acted impulsively to show off his father's prestige in front of everyone, unexpectedly Qing Moyan would not accept such a thing at all, and now he actually asked him a question instead.

"What do you have to do with me and your mother?" The old Hou Ye came back to his senses and shouted loudly, "There are so many guests here, you don't have to play with your prestige as the young minister of Dali Temple."

"My mother's matter is naturally related to me." Qing Moyan smiled suddenly, narrowing her eyes provocatively, "My mother is obviously your wife, but she was buried in the wilderness, the reason for this may be Only a father can tell."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

This is shocking news.

It is a rare thing that the main wife of Qinghou Mansion was buried in the wild.

Old Hou Ye's breath froze, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched.

"Father doesn't want to explain clearly?" Qing Moyan took another step forward.

Lord Hou subconsciously moved back.

But he forgot that he was sitting on the chair now, his body was too backward, and he fell backward all of a sudden, and the chair fell to the ground.

The second young master rushed over in surprise, "Father, father!"

Qing Moyan stood there without moving, quietly looking down at the old Hou who was supported by the second young master.

"Father keeps saying that I don't take this family seriously, so I just want to ask, why do you regard me as your son? Sometimes I even think... maybe I'm not your son..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" The old master was furious, pushed the second young master away and stood up straight, "You rebellious son, are you trying to piss me off, don't think that you can show off your power after receiving the holy grace, this time I will sue the court Before now, you, an unfilial son, must be dealt with!"

"Do you want to sue in front of the palace?" Qing Moyan raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with frost, "Alright, father will go and tell the emperor that he has taken away my position as the son of the world, and let the second brother be your eldest son." .”

Hou Ye pointed at Qing Moyan with shaking fingers, "You... how dare you..."

Qing Moyan turned around slowly, "Just because I'm busy with errands and can't come over to support you, my father humiliated me like this, and even made trouble in front of the palace, you are not afraid of losing face, and I am even less afraid. "

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked out.

"Stop!" Old Hou Ye's eyes were about to split.

If he just let go at this time, his old face would really be lost.

So he had to make Qing Moyan bow to him.

"Stop him!" Old Hou Ye shouted.

The guards in the house rushed up.

Xuanyu immediately led people to meet him, put his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and refused to budge an inch.

Qing Moyan faltered, looked sideways at his father slightly, and said, "When I get to the front of the palace, I hope my father can answer the question I asked before, otherwise, if the emperor asks, you have to find a reason now. Time is no longer a matter of losing face."

Qing Moyan stretched out her index finger, tapped her head lightly, and then drifted away.

Everyone gasped in unison.

Qing Moyan is really crazy, dare to threaten his father in public.

His last action just now was clearly implying to his father that if he spoke improperly, his head would be lost.

But after thinking about it carefully, everyone felt that Qing Moyan was not exaggerating.

The emperor doesn't rub the sand in his eyes. If you dare to make a fuss in front of the emperor over some family matter, you must have the courage to bear the consequences.

As soon as Qing Moyan led the people away, the old Hou Ye rolled his eyes, his body softened, and he fell down.

The second young master was frightened, and hurriedly called the steward to carry him away.

There was chaos at the banquet.

In the midst of this chaos, people were discussing what had just happened in private.

"Hey, it's really not easy for the son... He has been suppressed by Lord Hou for so many years."

A low voice came from nowhere.

"How can outsiders know that there is no memorial tablet for the birth mother of the eldest son in the ancestral hall of our mansion."

"I've also heard that the tablet was newly written on the night the emperor made the decree."

People followed the prestige and saw a few people dressed as servants of the Hou's mansion gathering together and whispering.

Shi Datian pretended to be a servant, pretending to be mysterious and said: "This matter is really strange, our son was obviously born by Lord Hou's wife, why is his biological mother's tablet not allowed to enter the ancestral hall..."

"So the grave buried in the wilderness really belongs to Mrs. Lu?"

"My son went to see it in person, and it was terrible... The tombstone was completely cracked, and there was no one to offer incense and sweep the tomb. Before, Lord Hou refused to tell the son where his biological mother was buried..." Shi Datian clicked his tongue repeatedly.

"I think Lord Hou must have some secrets..."

Although the banquet in Hou's mansion was not very good, when people left, they all seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

It didn't take two days for the news to spread throughout the capital, and everyone knew what happened to the birth mother of the eldest son of the Qinghou Mansion.

The emperor finally couldn't sit still.

He made a decree to posthumously confer the title of Mrs. Lu. He had already heard about the memorial tablet before, but at that time it was just to hinder Qing Moyan's face, so he opened and closed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the Lu family was buried in the wilderness. Isn't this like slapping the emperor in the face.

The emperor issued a decree to call the old Hou Ye into the palace, scolded him head and face, and finally ordered him to move the Lu family's tomb back.

When Qing Moyan heard the news, she just sneered in disdain.

There is nothing in that grave, what he wants is not only these.

Flipping through the map on the table, Qing Moyan's eyes stopped at one place, which was the secluded place of Mr. Changyuan.

(End of this chapter)