Zhi Qin, though unsure what exactly was happening, vaguely guessed a part of it, "Miss, if we take it down, should our courtyard be renad?"
Mingzhu nodded and said, "Let’s call it Mingyao Pavilion." After speaking, Mingzhu went to the side room to visit Bai Yi, who had already been treated with dicine.
Mingzhu looked at Bai Yi’s wounds with so guilt. She had promised Yueyao in front of her to take good care of Bai Yi, but it was always Bai Yi who ended up protecting her. Mingzhu whispered, "Bai Yi, I’m sorry. This is the last ti, I won’t let you suffer for anymore."
Bai Yi turned his head and smiled, "Yes, I believe in you, Miss." The lady had grown up a lot through this incident, and indeed, there would be no need to worry in the future.
After the plaque was taken down, Mingzhu ordered soone, "Trample it, trample it hard." Mingzhu treated the plaque as if it were Ning Lixuan, continuing until the characters were unrecognizable.
After Mingzhu left, Luo Shao gave a few instructions to his attendant, then returned to the main room. He saw his wife playing with his son, their daughter by her side, creating a particularly warm atmosphere among the three.
The expression on Luo Shao’s face softened significantly. He ordered soone to take his daughter and son away, then said to Madam Ping, "You will refuse the Ning family’s marriage proposal tomorrow." Although Luo Shao deeply resented Duke Ning’s Mansion, this marriage had to be resolved peacefully. If they fought openly, Mingzhu would suffer. A lady’s reputation, once damaged, would make future marriage proposals difficult.
Madam Ping was extrely surprised; both families had already exchanged horoscopes, why would they refuse now?
Luo Shao said, "Mingzhu is still young. It won’t be late to discuss marriage in a year or two." The reason was sothing Luo Shao could never reveal to Madam Ping. Even if it was Mingzhu who was wronged, he couldn’t bring himself to say Ning Lixuan had rejected Mingzhu. Even if the person asking was his wife, he wouldn’t say it.
Madam Ping, now certain sothing had happened, simply nodded without asking for details. "It’s just right, as we’re matching the horoscopes these days; I’ll say Mingzhu’s and Heir Ning’s horoscopes are incompatible. Heir, does that sound good?" Whatever the reason for not marrying, it couldn’t be openly discussed. Using horoscope incompatibility was neither harmful to harmony nor damaging to Mingzhu’s reputation.
Luo Shao nodded, his greatest appreciation of Madam Ping was how well she managed his household, never causing him worry.
That night, Mingzhu couldn’t sleep and went to Bai Yi’s room, saying, "Bai Yi, let stay with you!" But really, it was her who needed Bai Yi’s company to feel secure.
Bai Yi smiled and said, "Alright." In his heart, he always treated Mingzhu as if she were his sister. This was why he always considered her interests, even at the risk of overstepping boundaries.
Before sleeping, Mingzhu said to Bai Yi, "Bai Yi, Yueyao was right, you are the kindest to apart from Dad and brother. Don’t worry, from now on, I will be nice to you, no more scolding, no more anger."
A rare smile appeared on Bai Yi’s face: "I believe you, Miss."
In April, which should have been the most pleasant ti, Madam Zhao of Duke Ning felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice hole, puzzled how the certain marriage had changed suddenly. She struggled to muster a smile, "How could their horoscopes be incompatible? Is there a mistake sowhere?"
Madam Ping smiled and said, "Such a major matter wouldn’t be mistaken. Madam Ning, since the horoscopes are incompatible, it just ans my sister and your Heir are not fated."
Madam Zhao was unwilling to let it go. She had worked so hard on this marriage; it was almost successful, and yet the ’cooked duck’ was flying away.
Madam Ping was impatient to continue discussing with her. The Heir had spoken; it indicated there was no room for negotiation. Being married to Luo Shao for so many years, Madam Ping knew that he would not cancel this marriage at this critical mont without good reason.
Madam Ping coldly said, "Madam, let’s not make things too clear. Keeping it smooth and steady makes everyone look good. If we tear our faces, it’s bad for everyone."
Upon hearing this, Madam Zhao’s face changed drastically. Her first thought was that Luo Family knew that Ning Lixuan did not wish to marry Mingzhu. If so, this marriage was truly dood.
The implications of Madam Ping’s words were vague, but from Madam Zhao’s reaction, she knew there indeed was so hidden aning. Madam Ping had already decided to call off the marriage, emboldening her stance even more.
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