He Changdi sighed and shook his head.
Eldest brother is the most upright person and filial piety, no matter whether this matter is set up by aunt and daughter or not, it has already happened and cannot be changed.
If his grandmother insisted on letting him marry Pan Nianzhen, he probably would not refuse.
Even if the two of them will not be happy after marriage, he will not refuse either.
This is actually He Changqi's abandonment and despair in disguise, which is not good for himself.
"Can't you persuade elder brother?" Chu Lian suggested.
He Changdi shook his head again.
The three of them grew up together, and although he was almost ten years behind his elder brother, they still knew him well.
Because He Changqi is the eldest grandson of the family, he was instilled in him since he was a child to support the family, love his younger brother, and be upright and responsible. As the eldest grandson, he should fulfill his filial piety to his elders instead of his younger brothers. In the Great Wu Dynasty, the country was governed by filial piety, and under normal circumstances, the younger generation rarely violated the orders and decisions of the elders.
Not to mention someone as senior as Mrs. He.
Although He Changdi is quite important in the mansion, he is a junior after all and has no prestige in front of his elder brother. Even if he tried to persuade him, He Changqi would not listen.
If you want to change the old lady and He Changqi's decision, I'm afraid only father Jing Anbo can do it.
After hearing He Sanlang's explanation, Chu Lian hurriedly said: "It's not that Dad will be back soon, let's write to Dad quickly and tell Dad about the matter."
He Changdi was reminded by Chu Lian, so he hurriedly got up and came to the desk, and wrote the letter quickly.
When the letter was delivered by Wenlan, the young couple finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Bo Jing'an can come back early, He Dalang and Pan Nianzhen's marriage will not come true.
Chu Lian and He Changdi talked for a while, and then they went to take a lunch break together.
In the wing room of Qingyu Hall, Pan Nianzhen was lying on the bed, she had fainted several times from crying.
Being "caught in bed" by He Changdi and Chu Lian this morning, she felt as if she had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and her emotions collapsed instantly.
She still can't believe that the person she mustered up the courage to dedicate herself to is the tall and burly bear-like He Changqi!
The Prince Charming in her heart had turned into a "bear", and Pan Nianzhen wished she could hit her head to death, but her rationality finally stopped her from thinking about it.
Although she was extremely unwilling, she did not lack the courage to hang herself.
Not long after, the great aunt He Ying came in.
Seeing her pale and haggard daughter, she sighed helplessly, stepped forward, and sat on the side of the bed.
"Sister Zhen, didn't mother arrange it for you at the time, why... how could you make a mistake?"
Although He Ying was hot and selfish, she was really good to Pan Nianzhen, her own daughter, otherwise Pan Nianzhen would not have been taught so crookedly by her.
How dare Pan Nianzhen tell her mother the truth at this time. How dare you say that she actually has other thoughts.
Her target was not He Erlang at all, but He Sanlang.
The mother-in-law He Changdi sent to the backyard to inquire about the news was the one she arranged.
"Mother, my daughter was in a daze at the time, and I don't know why I made a mistake."
As soon as this incident was mentioned, Pan Nianzhen's eyes were swollen from crying and tears flowed down her face. She threw herself into He Ying's arms and said mournfully, "Mother, what should my daughter do now? My daughter can't survive..."
He Ying wanted to say that her daughter didn't live up to expectations, and she could still make mistakes in the things she had arranged by herself, but seeing her daughter's current state, she couldn't bear to be harsh again.
She sighed, "What can I do, you can only marry Da Lang now!" There was a firmness in her words.
Pan Nianzhen twitched, obviously unwilling.
Knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, He Ying understands her daughter's virtues. The three grandsons of the He family, in terms of talent and appearance, He Sanlang must be top-notch, followed by He Erlang. not obvious.
But He Sanlang got married last year, and He Dalang shouldn't have considered it originally, but who told him that he had divorced and had no son yet.
Now that I think about it, it might be a good choice.
When a girl chooses a husband, she can't just look at her appearance, she also needs to have status and status.
Pan Nianzhen raised her tearful eyes and timidly resisted, "But...but, I don't like big cousin..."
He Ying really hates that iron can't be made into steel, how can I talk about whether I don't like it now, I've lost my body, and it's useless to look down on it.
But she couldn't say that she was hurting her daughter directly, she could only comfort her daughter from another angle.
"Although your eldest cousin looks ordinary, he is the eldest grandson of the uncle's house. When your uncle grows old in the future, the title will be passed on to him. If you marry your eldest cousin, you will be Mrs. Jing'an in the future. Your eldest Cousin doesn't have a male heir yet, if you give birth to a boy, then you will be the youngest son of the Jing'an Mansion in the future, and your grandmother will only love you more."
He Ying persuaded her earnestly, and Pan Nianzhen looked better, but in fact, only she knew what was going on in her heart.
After half an hour, He Ying got up.
"Okay, I've said everything Mother wanted to say, you should think about whether what Mother said makes sense."
Pan Nianzhen nodded blankly, He Ying bent over and touched her daughter's hair, sighed softly and left Pan Nianzhen's room.
After He Ying left, Pan Nianzhen sat on the bedside for a long time.
Suddenly she looked up at Ping Lu, the maid beside her, "Ping Lu, do you think I should accept my fate like this?"
Ping Lu lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Pan Nianzhen, her eyes shifted and dodged, and she replied in a low voice after a while: "Slave... I dare not speak nonsense..."
It seemed that Pan Nianzhen didn't really need her answer, she lowered her eyes, her voice was so low that only she could hear it.
"I'm not reconciled..."
Xiao Bojian who just came out of the Sixth Prince's Mansion received a letter from Wei Jia.
Xiao Bojian took the letter and got into the carriage first, and Wei Jia also got in.
As soon as Wei Jia sat firmly, he heard his master ask: "Whose?"
Wei Jia shook his head, "I don't know, but it was delivered to my subordinate by a child in the street early this morning. I just said it was for you, master."
"Where are people?"
"The subordinates have already pressed him. That child doesn't know anything. He just received money and delivered a letter."
A gloomy look flashed across Xiao Bojian's face. He tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter paper inside, and scanned the contents of the letter paper at a glance.
When he found out what was mentioned in the letter, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the hands holding the letter paper couldn't help but tremble.
Xiao Bojian's overly beautiful face suddenly flushed, it was not from anger, but from excitement.
He held the letter tightly, trying his best to suppress the emotion in his heart that was so excited that it was about to burst.
But at this time he was still young after all, not as calm and sophisticated as he was in the latter part of his previous life.
Wei Jia, who was on the opposite side, saw his master's face was tense, his expression was distorted, he seemed to be depressed but he couldn't help but want to vent, he asked with some concern, "Master, what's wrong?"
Only then did Wei Jia's words pull Xiao Bojian back, he hurriedly adjusted his expression, and threw the letter in his hand onto the charcoal basin placed in the carriage with a wave of his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the letter was reduced to ashes.