“Escort her back.”
“No need to escort me! I won’t ever come back in the future, since you refuse to let her rest in peace, then I will.”
Ming Zhu died prematurely out of nowhere, she wouldn’t even have one person to offer sacrifices for her in the future.
The look in Zhao Zhi’s eyes as he looked at her turned chilly. He spat out in a cold voice: “You dare!”
He said, “Go back now. Don’t tell mother about this.”
Zhao Xin both hated and feared him, she was about to argue back, but Zhao Zhi seemed to have guessed what she was about to say as he said with a cold face, “Mother is not well, if you want to make her sick, go ahead and tell her.”
Zhao Xin wiped away the tears from her eyes, and under the influence of anger, she said without thinking, “Ming Zhu is better off dead than being with you.”
After these words, she ran away.
The intendant outside the door had a headache, the princess really had to poke the spot that couldn’t be poked.
Shivering in fear, he entered the study and said, “Your Highness, we still lack two sheets of paper with the character “fu” for the wedding bedroom, should we have someone else write them, or will you write them yourself?”
This character meant fortune and prosperity, it was a serious matter.
Zhao Zhi suddenly thought of Ming Zhu again, he recalled the characters she wrote, they were not ugly, but they also weren’t good-looking.
If he were to make fun of her, she would really get angry.
The look on Zhao Zhi’s face stiffened, and after a moment, he said, “I’ll do it.”
The intendant breathed a sigh of relief, he almost thought the marriage was about to be cancelled. Fortunately, His Highness had only been sad for a few days.
Zhao Zhi lifted his brush. When he was done writing several auspicious words, he stared at them for a long time.
Would she be angry?
He had always looked down on her birth, and back then, when he took her as a concubine, apart from the bride price, there was nothing else. But now he was writing the book of betrothal gifts for her elder sister.
With her temperament, if she knew it, she would definitely be angry. She would be sulking and wouldn’t talk to him again for a few days.
But how could he be blamed? Who told her to die?
She was dead.
Zhao Zhi felt a sharp pain in his chest, the mere thought of these three words was enough to shatter in pieces all of the peace. Like sharp thorns piercing his flesh, like a sharp knife stabbing the root of his heart, it wouldn’t stop until blood.
Zhao Zhi ripped apart the book made of red paper, he weakly said to himself: “Forget it.”
There seemed to be a layer of black, icy fog in his eyes and the corners of his eyes were red.
Zhao Zhi could no longer be angry at her anymore.
He said, “Go to the Ming family and cancel the wedding.”
(60.1)
The cancellation of the wedding was like a blow to the head. Everyone in the Ming family couldn’t believe their ears.
Someone had just died in the crown prince’s residence, if he wanted to postpone the wedding, that would be understandable, but how could the wedding just be directly called off?
When Ming Ru, who had been looking forward to getting married for many days, suddenly learned of this bolt of thunder coming out of nowhere, she fainted on the spot.
The public opinion varied on the matter of the wedding’s cancellation. No one knew the inside story. Ming Ru who had always been composed hid inside the residence, crying for days, and no matter how much her mother tried to comfort her, it did not work.
When Song Luan heard that her son’s wedding was cancelled again, she had someone summon him to come over. She wanted to have a good chat with him.
She hadn’t seen him for a few days, but Zhao Zhi’s figure looked like he had gotten even thinner, the clothes he was wearing were loose, and when the daylight on top his head fell on his pallid cheeks, his complexion looked dark and miserable.
Song Luan frowned, “You tell me, why did you cancel the wedding?”
Zhao Zhi replied in a warm voice, “It wasn’t suitable.”
Song Luan had a good temper, but listening to these words, she started to get angry, “Then when you got engaged with her, you did not feel it was unsuitable back then?”
The corners of Zhao Zhi’s lips pursed into a line, and he fell silent.
Song Luan really liked the Ming family’s soft and well-behaved little lady, she was good-looking, was good natured, shy and timid, and also very sweet. She immediately took a liking to her.
Song Luan had not used such a harsh tone to speak to him for many years, “I never care about your business, nor will I force you to do anything, but since you like her, and you even prepared betrothal gifts to marry her, how can you just cancel the wedding? She will be sad ah.”
Zhao Zhi laughed bitterly, not knowing how to explain to his mother that the girl she thought was miss Ming was not the same.
“The marriage has already been cancelled, you can scold me if you want to.”
“I am going to scold you of course!” Song Luan sighed, “You like her, and she likes you, what the hell are you going on about?”
“I’m not even going to speak about other matters, she’s pregnant with a child, do you not even want your own child?”
Zhao Zhi quietly lowered his head, his palms slowly clenched into fists. With much difficulty, he squeezed out of his throat extremely flat words: “There isn’t anymore.”
They were both gone.
There was nothing left anymore.
