bookrebus Chapter 489 Tang Yan'er, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!
Chapter 489 Tang Yan'er, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!
Mrs. Huo's expression improved. "We can't let Huo Jun get up. We need to find a way to severely suppress him. Let Huo Qing think of a way to kill him."
Mrs. Huo nodded and said, "Mother, I know."
General Huo had two sons, Huo Yinglang and Huo Yingming.
Huo Yinglang is the son of his ex-wife, and only Huo Yingming is the son of Mrs. Huo. Naturally, she is partial to Mrs. Huo.
Mrs. Huo sneered and said:
"I'm afraid the old man still has some ideas. He has always wanted to pass his title of marquis to Huo Jun.
After all, Huo Jun was raised by him."
Madam Huo sneered:
"He is worthy? I think we should start with Zhao Qiaoniang!
We must discredit Huo Jun so that we can be more at ease."
Mrs. Huo said, "Then I'll go visit my sister-in-law soon! She's practicing in the temple. I wonder how she'd feel if she saw her daughter-in-law being bullied."
"Well, I'll leave these things to you!"
Mrs. Huo and Huo Junniang had never gotten along in the past, so she led her men directly to Baiyun Temple.
Who would have thought that in such a small dilapidated temple, the former mistress of the Huo family would practice meditation.
Mrs. Huo looked at Tang Yan'er kneeling on the ground and said, "Oh! Isn't this my sister-in-law? How pitiful! It wasn't like this when you first married into the Huo family."
Tang Yan'er looked at Madam Huo calmly and said, "Are you trying to humiliate me?"
"Isn't it to humiliate you? Look, my son is now a general, and he married the princess that His Majesty loves the most!"
She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of her words, her eyes glancing at Tang Yan'er's white fingertips. "Look at your Huo Jun again. He doesn't even think it's unlucky to marry a divorced woman!"
"This is all destined by fate. Marriage cannot be forced." She picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea reflected Mrs. Huo's distorted face. "Besides, how can I guarantee a safe life with my current glory?"
Mrs. Huo laughed heartily and said, "Isn't it? When you married Huo Yinglang, weren't you the envy of others? But now your husband is dead, isn't he?"
Madam Huo stood up and said:
"Tang Yan'er, don't go too far. Huo Yinglang sacrificed himself for the country and the people.
What right do you have to talk nonsense here?"
Mrs. Huo, Tang Yan'er, held the porcelain spoon and looked at the steam rising from the medicine bowl, a sinister smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
The crisp sound of the celadon bowls colliding startled the birds perched on the beams. The maid behind her immediately held down the struggling Madam Huo and forced the medicine into her pale lips.
"Your husband's death was truly tragic," Tang Yan'er slowly wiped her drug-stained fingertips, her silver armor scraping across the incense table with a harsh sound.
"But what did you get in return? Only to have you, an orphan and a widow, expelled from the main courtyard.
Now in this dilapidated temple, there is not even anyone to serve you."
She suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Guess what would happen if someone saw Madam Huo secretly meeting a man outside the nunnery?"
Mrs. Huo coughed violently, and the medicine dripped down her jaw onto her faded gray monk's robe.
The veins on her neck bulged as she struggled to break free from the maid's grip, yelling hoarsely, "Are you crazy? Don't you care about the Huo family's reputation?"
"Reputation? Your lineage has long been abandoned! When my son inherits the title, who will remember you stray dogs?" Tang Yan'er laughed.
Tang Yan'er waved her hand towards the door, and several beggars with ragged clothes and smelling sour were pushed into the hall.
Their eyes were dull and they walked unsteadily, obviously having been drugged.
Tang Yan'er had a strange smile on her face: "Huo Yinglang has been dead for so long, you must be very lonely, right? Now someone is here to accompany you."
Hearing this, Madam Huo trembled with anger: "Tang Yan'er, let me go! Otherwise, I will die here now!"
"Let you go?" Tang Yan'er laughed.
"I've been planning this for so long, how could I give up so easily?
After today, everyone in Bian Jing will know that the eldest lady of the Huo family did such a shameful thing in the temple.
By then you will become a laughing stock in Bianjing City!"
Mrs. Huo was so anxious that her eyes turned red. She gritted her teeth and banged her head against the wall, hoping to commit suicide.
The maid next to her was quick-witted and grabbed her.
She was held tightly in the grip, tears streaming down her face. "Tang Yan'er, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
Tang Yan'er looked at her proudly, then looked outside the hall:
“Today’s play must be performed well, as many noble ladies in Bianjing City are burning incense next door.
When they come over later, they will see how miserable you are now."
The warm sun of late spring shone obliquely on the mottled eaves of Baiyun Temple, and more than a dozen beautifully decorated carriages slowly drove along the bluestone road into the square in front of the temple.
The carriage curtain inlaid with gold and jade was lifted, and the noble ladies of Bianjing stepped down from the carriage in their embroidered shoes. They looked at the slightly old vermilion lacquer gate of the Taoist temple and whispered to each other.
"This Baiyun Temple looks shabby. Is it really as effective as the rumors say?" Madam Li, who was wearing a moon-white skirt, gently stroked her pearl earrings, with a look of doubt between her brows.
As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Wang came closer, her silk skirt sweeping across the moss on the stone steps, and she lowered her voice and said:
"Sister, don't underestimate me! Last month, the wife of the Minister of Revenue came here to pray for a child.
A few days after returning home, I was diagnosed with pregnancy, and even the Imperial Hospital's pregnancy-preserving medicine was prepared early!"
"That's right!" Madam Zhang's eyes lit up, and the flowers at the corners of her eyes trembled slightly with her movements:
"There's also the concubine of the Chief Censor. When her son came to Beijing to take the imperial examination, he came here specifically to pay homage to the Emperor Wenchang.
As a result, the results were announced the day before yesterday, and I actually won the first place in the second class! I heard that the fortune sticks and talismans in this temple are very effective!
As everyone was discussing this lively, the abbot led the nuns in bowing their heads and saying:
"Thank you ladies for coming today. The temple has been cleared.
Vegetarian food is available in the dining hall, and the Sutra Library and various halls are open for worship.
"Now I can eat vegetarian food and worship Buddha in peace!" Madam Chen chuckled behind her fan. "It's much more interesting than the tea party at the Duke's Mansion."
She suddenly caught sight of the faded merit stele in the corridor and said with a tap of her fingertips, "I heard that the eldest lady of the Huo family has also been practicing in seclusion here for many years. Let's go see her later."
"Yes, yes. General Huo was very powerful back then. He was the God of War of our Great Qi State! What a pity! He died young..."
"Isn't it? By the way, Qiao Niang, this Madam Huo is your mother-in-law, right?"
Zhao Qiaoniang looked at her and said, "Yes, it's my mother-in-law. I came to see her today. I wonder how she is doing in the temple."
Everyone laughed: "Let's go worship Buddha first! Wait a minute, then go to the backyard..."
The ladies lined up to put incense money into the merit box, and the abbot smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits.
Zhao Qiaoniang took out a full one thousand taels of silver notes, and Lin Wanwan directly handed her a gold ingot.
The abbot quickly grabbed the gold ingot in his hand, smiling broadly: "Oh, this little girl is really generous! The Bodhisattva will surely bless you with good fortune!"