The birthdays of the three of them were very close to each other, but because Wu Ziqi was still injured and the rumors spread fiercely outside, all the masters of the Prime Minister's Mansion were busy and had no time to spare, which affected Wu Ziming's birthday, Wu Lixiang's birthday, and hairpin ceremony. Didn't do it well either.
Aunt Liu was unwilling but did not dare to bother the old lady too much. However, there were fewer gifts and rewards than in previous years, which made her hold her breath but she could not let go. So the miser gritted his teeth and took out the private money he had saved for a long time and spent a lot of money to celebrate his birthday again in his yard.
She should be doing this out of anger to others, wanting to tell others that her children should never be mistreated.
But in the end, Wu Lixiang committed suicide a few days after this special event...
When the maid found her, Wu Lixiang was covered in blood and was sitting on the edge of the bed crying. She held a knife in her right hand, and made three or two not very deep cuts on her left wrist. The scene was very revealing. The maid was so frightened that her legs became weak and she fell to the ground and shouted for help.
Afterwards, the government doctor came to bandage it and said that the wound was not deep and it was nothing serious, but this was another scandal that alarmed everyone.
Wu Sheyue was very surprised when she heard that Wu Lixiang, a timid person, dared to seek death. However, since the matter was so serious, she still had to go over and take a look as a matter of routine.
The old lady, Wu Hantian and Jiang Qingxue also came over. The faces of these three masters all looked ugly. As soon as Wu Sheyue entered the door, she stood quietly to the side with Wu Jinghua and Wu Yin'er without saying much.
The doctor left after cleaning up. Wu Sheyue followed everyone into the house and saw Wu Lixiang lying on the bed with a thick bandage on her wrist and a look of despair. She waited with her eyes open, not giving a glance to anyone who came, as if she was out of body.
Aunt Liu sat beside Wu Lixiang's bed and cried sadly, while Wu Ziming stood behind Aunt Liu and put his hand on her shoulder to accompany her silently.
Seeing this scene, Wu Sheyue suddenly thought that Xin Zhi had already reported to the emperor about taking a concubine. If she did not commit suicide, she would be taken to the Eighth Prince's Mansion in a few days.
Of course the old lady could also guess this. She snorted with an angry look on her face: "You have done everything, and now you don't want to get married? Who are you threatening!"
When Wu Ziming heard this, he glanced sideways at the old lady, obviously very angry. Lixiang had already committed suicide by slitting her wrists, but her grandmother didn't care about Lixiang's life or death and scolded her as soon as she entered the house. It was so heartless.
Jiang Qingxue stepped forward and advised Wu Lixiang with a worried frown, "If the Eighth Prince finds out about this, your life will be even worse in the future. The Eighth Prince is also a member of the royal family after all, so why do you need to do this."
Wu Lixiang didn't respond. Aunt Liu let go of her daughter's hand, turned around, knelt in front of these people and cried sadly: "Lixiang really doesn't want to get married! Otherwise, otherwise, forget it... I think The Eighth Prince is also reluctant..."
Wu Hantian stared at Aunt Liu, his eyes full of anger and disappointment, "If you don't marry the eighth prince now, then who will want her in the future! What if you still can't get married in a few years? Are you going to let outsiders see the joke of the prime minister's house?" "I didn't expect that even if Wu Lixiang didn't persuade her, she would still be confused.
Wu Ziming couldn't control the emotions on his face. He walked over and pulled Aunt Liu up without saying a word.
Wu Sheyue looked sideways at Wu Lixiang, suddenly feeling a little regretful. She remembered the day she saw Wu Lixiang being intimate with a man in the backyard. If she hadn't been used as a shield, maybe she and the man were a good match and could have successfully gotten married.
Although Wu Lixiang is not a good person, it was still a bit touching to see her committing suicide for love.
Aunt Liu couldn't stop crying, so Wu Ziming kept wiping her tears. Wu Yin'er stood beside Wu Lixiang with concern. Although she didn't say a word, she looked like the most worried person in the room.
The old lady was angry and anxious. She sat on a chair to calm down. Wu Hantian poured a cup of tea himself and handed it over.
Jiang Qingxue shook her head and sighed with emotion, "Hey, ever since Yue'er got better, our house has really been busy with things one after another. The things in the past years combined are not as many as this year."
"Huh?" The old lady suddenly glanced sideways at her.
Wu Sheyue frowned, and Jiang Qingxue continued: "In previous years, three or two items in a whole year were considered too many. But in the past six months, none of these children has suffered any misfortune. Maybe our family is not going well this year, and we should Pay obeisance to the gods and ask for Buddha’s blessing.”
The old lady glanced at Wu Sheyue thoughtfully. Many things were indeed strange. After being reminded by Jiang Qingxue, she should be suspicious.
"When mother said this, Yue'er also felt it." Wu Sheyue interjected without hesitation. She held the old lady's hand and said comfortingly: "But fortunately, the eldest sister is about to become the princess. This is the greatest good thing. Don’t worry, grandma. Grandma is so good. How can the gods not protect the prime minister’s house?”
The old lady's face softened and she nodded. Fortunately, although there were many things, they were not all bad. Aren't these two kids very happy? Jiang Qingxue looked at Wu Hantian displeasedly.
After that, the old lady and Wu Hantian also gave some persuasion, and the old lady also asked about recent events. Anyway, the wound on Wu Lixiang's hand was not serious, so they went back quickly.
Aunt Liu remained in the room to look after them, and Wu Ziming respectfully sent everyone out of the door. Wu Sheyue walked at the end and stopped beside Wu Ziming without leaving.
Before Wu Ziyi left, he looked back at them, but didn't stay any longer.
Wuzi knew that she had something to say, so he waited for her to speak without saying a word.
After those people walked away, Wu Sheyue asked directly: "Who is my fourth sister's sweetheart?"
"What are you going to do?" Wu Ziming immediately became cautious.
Wu Sheyue shrugged, "She is already half-dead, do you still need me to harm her? She is no longer a threat to me or anyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to know what you were going to do." Wu Ziming was a little embarrassed, and he just asked subconsciously. Thinking about it, what happened in Wu Ziqi was still the result of their cooperation. There is really no need to guard against each other now.
Wu Sheyue asked again, "Do you want her to marry Xin Zhi?"
"Ha," Wu Ziming laughed sarcastically, "If Xin Zhi hadn't been born into the royal family, he would be nothing. I wouldn't even look at him!"
"What do you think...should it be better for the fourth sister to marry Xin Zhi and become a concubine, or to elope with someone and live a wandering life." She still gave the other party the choice.
Wu Ziming immediately understood Wu Sheyue's intention and said in shock, "Of course I don't want her to seek life and death, but... can you really convince him?" Lixiang mentioned that person when she was in a bad mood, but he couldn't stand Lixiang. Xiang was so sad that she asked someone to send a letter to the man. But all the letters were lost, and he has not seen anyone until now.
"That's not necessarily the case. I'm just asking for you. The final choice is yours."
Wu Ziming thought about it, so what if Wu Sheyue wanted to expose this matter? Could there be anything more serious than Lixiang seeking death
"That man is Xue Rong, the second son of Mr. Xue of the Zongren Mansion." (To be continued)