The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 314 - 311: You Fool!

After saying these words, Yu Tingwan walked forward, completely ignoring the expressions on the faces of the Yao family members.

No further incidents occurred along the way.

In front of the mausoleum was a stone stele engraved with the title of the Crown Prince. Once opened, the coffin was sent in, followed by a series of complex ceremonies.

The Ninth Princess, born of the same mother, bid the last farewell to the Crown Prince on behalf of the Empress.

Then came the turn of the Princes, Princess Consorts, other Princesses, followed by officials and their wives.

Finally, everyone paid their respects, offered incense, and made ceremonial bows to the portrait hung at the mausoleum.

Once everything concluded, everyone withdrew.

The Ninth Princess watched the mausoleum being sealed tightly, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.

"Elder Brother."

She turned her gaze fixedly on the Fifth Prince, Ying Yin.

"It’s all your fault!"

"It’s all because you imprisoned the first batch of servants that Father sent to Ze County to find Elder Ge, which led to Elder Brother not receiving timely treatment."

"You want to be the Crown Prince and felt that my elder brother was in your way, so you harmed him!"

"Today you plotted against the Crown Prince, and tomorrow you might harm Father!"

These words were sharp.

Ying Yin’s face darkened.

He admitted to what he had done.

But he hadn’t done this!!

"Sister Ninth."

"This matter has nothing to do with me. I dare swear at my elder brother’s tomb, before the civil and military officials, if I had a hand in taking those people away, may I be struck by thunder."

The Ninth Princess wouldn’t listen to this.

"Where is the evidence?"

"All the evidence points to you!"

"The Ministry of Justice, Ministry of Justice, and Capital Mansion have thoroughly investigated until now, have they cleared your name?"

"Can you claim innocence?"

Truly innocent Ying Yin: ...

He held his hands behind him.

This is the problem.

Ying Yin looked around.

For days, he had been wondering who had the means to frame him?

Someone in the court, or a force he wasn’t aware of?

Indeed.

He suspected everyone.

But one by one, he ruled them out.

Either there was no motive, or they didn’t have the capability.

Yet! Wei Zhao was not within his consideration.

After all, Wei Zhao was weak and didn’t have the ability to connect with the Wei Family Army at that time.

Finally, Ying Yin came to an answer.

Have you heard the story of the thief crying ’stop the thief’?

He suspected it was the Crown Prince Ying Yi’s doing, intending to frame him! The Imperial Physician said the Crown Prince could live a few more years, yet he couldn’t hold on.

As a result, the scheme was played too far, leading to this situation.

"Those who are clear-minded are clear; if Father truly believes it was my doing, do you think I could stand here peacefully? I won’t argue senselessly with you; let my elder brother rest in peace now."

After speaking, he lifted his steps to leave.

The Ninth Princess didn’t expect Ying Yin to be so arrogant and was about to chase after him.

"Princess."

Gu Fuju bowed: "If you are dissatisfied, go before the Holy Emperor. The late Emperor, the retired Emperor, and emperors of all generations are here; it’s inappropriate to make a scene at the Imperial Mausoleum."

He was a senior official, and his words carried weight.

The Ninth Princess held back her anger and restrained herself.

Gu Fuju headed out, his steps calm and composed.

The surrounding officials greeted him with a nod, which he only acknowledged with a slight nod.

He walked towards a certain place and finally stopped.

Seeing it was him, Mr. Zhou hurriedly paid respects.

"What instructions do you have, Sir?"

Gu Fuju: "There’s no need for these formalities. Mr. Zhou, aren’t you usually just feigning respect for me?"

These words...

Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Zhou’s forehead.

"I dare not, I am guilty."

Gu Fuju steadfastly looked at him.

"What is your guilt?"

Mr. Zhou was stunned.

Even he didn’t know.

Gu Fuju: "How long have you been in the role of Minister of Ministry of Industry?"

Mr. Zhou felt uneasy and hurriedly said, "Three years."

Gu Fuju’s tone seemed gentle, but his words were cold enough.

"Your experience is shallow, and the beam broke last year in the project. You have lost your merit. Yet the Emperor is willing to use you. But should there be any more gossip from the tongue-wagging, crude, and troublesome lady, do you think you can hold this position steadily?"

After saying this, he lifted his steps away.

Mr. Zhou trembled. Turning to look at his wife, Mrs. Zhou, who was scared into silence, and their fragile-looking daughter, Zhou Yurou.

He grabbed Mrs. Zhou.

"You fool, what have you done now!"

Mrs. Zhou: "This..."

"Speak!"

These past few days had been calm.

Jiasan had not troubled her, and Mrs. Zhou was still harboring hope, thinking the Gu Family wouldn’t mind.

But who would’ve thought, waiting for them here!

Mrs. Zhou: "I really didn’t know that the Yu Family’s was a Gu Family’s daughter. Thinking she came from a low background and having heard that the Gu Family’s daughter once had an interest in General Wei, thinking that if our Rou’er could befriend her, it would only be advantageous, so I said some unpleasant things to Princess Jiasan, though my intention was good. I only meant to placate her, but who knew..."

"Shut up!"

"Do you dare say anything!"

If it weren’t outside, Mr. Zhou would have slapped her twice already.

"Regardless of whether that Yu Family’s is the Grand Tutor’s biological daughter or not, with the status of the Young Madam of the Duke Shun Mansion, you cannot afford to offend!"

"Are you smart? Are others all fools?"

"Keep your mouth shut!"

"I am the Chief of Staff, yes, but I am the lowest in the Six Ministries, bowing and scraping to everyone. Which is the Duke Shun Mansion, or the Grand Tutor Mansion that one could provoke?"

He scolded harshly: "If this stupid woman ruins my affairs, I’ll see how I deal with you!"

Mrs. Zhou dared not utter a word in fright.

Thinking of Gu Fuju’s words, Mr. Zhou felt deeply uneasy.

The project failure last year alone deserved his execution, yet Emperor Ying spared him.

Was it because he was capable?

No.

It was because, once that position was vacated, all the forces wanted to put their people in. Emperor Ying, unwilling to be shackled, could only temporarily use him when he had no suitable candidate at hand.

Without hesitation, he said, "Tomorrow, you will come with me to apologize to the Young Madam of the Duke Shun Mansion!"

Mrs. Zhou: ??

She didn’t want to.

Just a little girl! Probably couldn’t even recognize all the characters.

This Gu Family is strange!

Aren’t they afraid of being embarrassed? And they want them to acknowledge her.

Privately, she still looked down on Yu Tingwan and wanted to say something, but upon meeting her husband’s stern gaze, she fell silent.

Mr. Zhou’s anger was unabated, and he turned to Zhou Yurou, his fury unrelenting.

Zhou Yurou, seeing his expression, hurriedly spoke in a low voice: "Your daughter will maintain a humble stance and obtain the General’s wife’s forgiveness."

Seeing her response, Mr. Zhou’s anger subsided somewhat.

"Luckily, you are sensible."

"In the future, when marrying into the Chu Family, you must be cautious in word and deed, and never learn from your mother."

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The procession to the funeral was on foot.

But now that the ceremony was over and they had exited the Imperial Mausoleum, the carriages of the various mansions waited outside.

He Xuran was stopped halfway by the Ninth Princess.

The Ninth Princess had a cold expression: "I heard that He Yushi has brought Yang Weiweng back to Shangjing?"

She let out a light scoff.

"He offended me, the Princess; don’t you know?"

He Xuran: "I know."

"The Princess, being of noble birth, perhaps doesn’t know how difficult it is for a scholar to emerge from a humble family."

"Yang Weiweng’s knowledge and abilities are impeccable; he is a capable minister, and placed in Ze County, it would be a waste of his talents."

The Ninth Princess was indifferent.

What is a humble family?

To her, it was nothing more than a cat or a dog, to be given a handout if they amused her, and made to bear the consequences if they defied her.

She took a fancy to Yang Weiweng and wanted to summon him as a Prince Consort. Yang Weiweng should have knelt down and thanked her for the grace.