Chapter 387 Zhen Muring Enters the East Palace
Jia Cong walked all the way to the West Mansion and entered the backyard.
A maid from the Zhen family saw Jia Cong coming and hurried forward to pay her respects. "Your servant greets the Marquis. Are you here to see the old lady? I will go and report this to you now!"
“Bang!”
Jia Cong slapped the old woman to the ground with a slap. "What do I want to do? Do I need a servant like you to interfere? Is this the rule of the Zhen family? Remember, this is the Rongguo Mansion of the Jia family!"
After saying that, he went straight to Old Lady Zhen’s courtyard.
The old woman wailed, but quickly stood up, covering her face and followed him. Today... this person who came has bad intentions.
When the maids in the yard saw Jia Cong's cold expression and the old woman following him with her face covered, they did not dare to step forward to stop her, but hurriedly passed the message inside.
When Jia Cong entered the hall, he saw the old lady of the Zhen family standing up and wanting to go out to greet him.
"The Marquis is here?" Old Madam Zhen said with a smile, "I was not able to come to greet you, and I am sorry for neglecting you, the Marquis."
As she spoke and looked at Jia Cong's expression, the old lady's heart was beating fast. At this moment, she also felt a little resentful towards the Wu family. It was naturally a good thing that your Wu family wanted to marry into the Zhen family, but now, your Zhen family was caught in a dilemma.
Jia Cong took the teacup from the maid and took a sip, then said calmly, "I heard that you feel that I, the Champion Marquis, am not as good as the Yingchuan King's in-laws, and you regret asking the Emperor to arrange a marriage for you. You even want to marry your Zhen family's daughter to the Wu family again?"
"Who is gossiping?" The old lady's expression changed. "My Lord, you are wrongly accusing me. No matter how lowly a girl from my Zhen family is, she is not so ignorant of etiquette. Even though this matter has not been finalized, it cannot be changed. Not to mention the Wu family, even if it is the prince or the grandson of the emperor, it cannot be changed if my Zhen family does not want to."
"My Zhen family has produced imperial concubines and princesses. Could it be that I would covet the position of the wife of the uncle of the emperor, which has not yet been determined?"
"Today, the Wu family did come to my Zhen family to propose marriage, but I rejected it at the time. Not to mention that the Marquis is unwilling, even I am unwilling to do so."
Jia Cong smiled disdainfully, "Madam, it would be better this way!"
"The old lady is smart. She knows the reason why your Zhen family wants the emperor to marry me better than I do."
"I am not sure whether I can save your Zhen family, but I am absolutely sure that they will die a more miserable death!"
After saying that, Jia Cong stood up and walked out. "Since Zhen Muring is already my woman, I will take her away first. The emperor will issue an imperial decree for the marriage in about ten days or half a month. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later!"
Since the Zhen family has no shame, why should Jia Cong give them some respect?
After walking out of the old lady's yard, he went straight to Zhen Muring's small courtyard.
There was an old woman guarding the yard with a few maids. When they saw Jia Cong coming, they were about to step forward to stop him, but were frightened away by Jia Cong's cold eyes.
He went straight into the inner room. Zhen Muring was lying on the bed, crying silently. Mo Hen persuaded her in a low voice while carefully bandaging Zhen Muring's wrist. The white cloth was stained red with blood, but Zhen Muring seemed to feel no pain and her face was full of sadness.
Seeing this scene, Jia Cong suddenly felt a surge of violence in his heart.
He took a deep breath and then stepped forward.
"My Lord!" Mo Hen's face lit up with joy.
Jia Cong nodded coldly, and walked up to Zhen Muring and shouted, "Is this all you have? Are you looking for death over such a small matter? If you die now, let's see who in the world will cry for you for three days? If you want to die again next time, get out of here and don't pollute the territory of my Jia family."
Mo Hen, who was standing aside, wanted to speak a few words to defend his girl, but he saw Jia Cong step forward, wrap Zhen Muring in a brocade quilt and pick her up.
"I told you this last time! If you die, I will kill Concubine Shu and Zhen Muyu! Besides, you are my woman now. No one can change this, whether you are willing or not. Remember, I don't have such a shameful woman."
"Pack up your girl's belongings. From today on, your girl will move to the East Palace." Jia Cong said to the dazed Mo Hen.
After saying that, Jia Cong kicked open the door and went straight to the East Palace carrying Zhen Muring.
Zhen Muring was quietly held in Jia Cong's arms, her eyes were dull, and she just shed tears quietly. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly burst into tears, "I... have no home!"
Seeing Zhen Muring crying made Jia Cong feel heartbroken. This poor girl did nothing wrong. It was this era and this world that were wrong, but she had to bear the consequences.
"I am not dead yet, you are my woman! Wherever I am, that is your home!" Jia Cong said calmly, "Or do you want to leave me and marry into the Wu family?"
Zhen Muring's eyes fell on Jia Cong's face. After a long while, she sobbed and asked, " Really ?"
"What's true or false? You are my man. Even if you want to remarry, you have to wait until I die!"
"master!"
"girl!"
How could Yuanyang and Shiya possibly keep up with Jia Cong? It was not until Jia Cong was on his way back that he met the two people who were hurrying towards him.
Jia Cong nodded, and the two did not dare to ask any more questions and just followed him.
Arriving at the East Mansion, Jia Cong thought for a moment and headed for Yuanyang's courtyard. "Let her live in your courtyard for the next two days, and then we can clean up a courtyard in two days."
Yuanyang nodded quickly, "Master, don't worry. I'm just feeling bored at home, and it would be great to have a sister from the Zhen family to chat with me."
After entering the courtyard, Yuanyang asked the maid to tidy up the side room. Jia Cong carried Zhen Muring into the room. It was not known whether Zhen Muring was tired from crying, but she fell asleep gently in Jia Cong's arms.
Carefully placing it on the bed, Jia Cong was about to let go, but Zhen Muring grabbed it tightly, "No, please, don't leave!"
Jia Cong was stunned, looking at the blood stains still oozing from her wrist, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Master, Zhen's sister is in a state of anxiety right now. Why don't you take care of her for one night?" Yuanyang felt so sorry for this poor little sister that he couldn't help but speak up for her.
Jia Cong nodded and said, "Okay, then you go and have a rest. I'll stay here for a while."
"Xin'er, please help take care of things here! Shiya is not familiar with this place, so please help her a little." Yuanyang instructed the maid beside her, then got up and left.
When Shi Ya saw Jia Cong sitting on the bed with her young lady, she asked Xin'er to go and boil some hot water.
"Let me help you wipe it!" Shi Ya knew that after they came here, they would probably never go back. Even if they did, their identities would be different...
