Chapter 390: Then Go to the Underworld and Tell Your Ancestors!

Chapter 390: Then Go to the Underworld and Tell Your Ancestors!

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei suddenly rose with the support of Nan Yan, her expression calm as she said, "I was already unwell, and now this incident has left me utterly drained. Ladies, I must retire to my room to take my medicine. I apologize for any trouble caused."

With the Dowager Marchioness Weibei speaking thus, the ladies and young misses in the warm pavilion naturally refrained from saying much, all expressing understanding and concern for her health, urging her to take care.

After all, the Dowager Marchioness Weibei's sickly pallor was evident to all.

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei, with a calm demeanor, walked out with the support of Nan Yan.

Xingxing, remembering the Dowager Marchioness Weibei's secret glance, followed.

The Marchioness Weibei's face flickered between pale and flushed. Seeing the Dowager Marchioness Weibei actually leaving, she quickly caught up and softly called, "Mother."

Without turning her head, the Dowager Marchioness Weibei said, "Your son's mess is yours to clean up."

Her quiet voice sent a shiver down the Marchioness Weibei's spine.

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei returned to her courtyard with Nan Yan and Xingxing.

After closing the door, Nan Yan helped the Dowager Marchioness Weibei massage her back: "Madam, the Marchioness didn't look well just now..."

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei snorted coldly, "That's just the start. I already saved her face in front of everyone! If she has any sense, she should be kneeling here soon!"

She then turned to Xingxing with displeasure, "Little Xingxing, in your family with so many brothers, does anyone dare speak to your grandmother like that?"

Xingxing, recalling the attitude of the man named Zhou Yunyi when he spoke to the Dowager Marchioness Weibei, honestly shook her head: "No... speaking like that would definitely earn them a scolding from my aunts."

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei couldn't help but turn to Nan Yan and angrily said, "Look at this! These ungrateful descendants!"

Nan Yan sighed.

Xingxing couldn't help but think of the poison the Dowager Marchioness Weibei had suffered before.

It seemed the Dowager Marchioness Weibei knew who had poisoned her.

Not long after, the Marchioness Weibei arrived with Zhou Yunyi.

The Marchioness Weibei's face and lips were ghostly pale. Zhou Yunyi silently knelt before the Dowager Marchioness Weibei.

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei sat on the soft couch, leaning against a large purple pillow embroidered with gold threads, covered with a thick golden quilt, making her look even more ill.

"Mother..." the Marchioness Weibei stood to the side, her voice trembling, "I've brought Yunyi to apologize to you."

She glanced at Xingxing and awkwardly said, "...Perhaps Miss Yu could step out for a moment?"

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei sneered, "Oh, so it's an apology, but the first move is to dismiss my little guest. What a grand display, in all my years, I've never seen such an apology! Since you and your son have no sincerity, just leave, what apology is there to make!" The Dowager Marchioness Weibei scoffed, "This old body of mine can't endure it."

The Marchioness Weibei's face burned, enduring the embarrassment as she lowered her head, "Mother, your daughter-in-law wouldn't dream of it."

Zhou Yunyi suddenly straightened up, his lips tightly pressed, "Grandmother! Please don't take it out on my mother! What happened today is done, I must explain myself to Jia Jia..."

Xingxing perched on the embroidered stool by the soft couch, ears pricked. She remembered Jia Jia as the drenched girl in the purple dress Zhou Yunyi had carried.

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei suddenly sneered, her old but sharp eyes fixed on Zhou Yunyi, "An explanation? What sort of explanation do you think you can give?"

Perhaps sensing the Dowager Marchioness Weibei's unfriendly tone, the Marchioness Weibei's face turned pale, forcing out an explanation through her teeth, "...Mother, today's incident was... an accident. Earlier, during your birthday banquet, the kitchen staff caught some fresh fish by breaking the ice on the lake. Miss Wang and her maid were passing near the ice and were pushed into the ice hole by someone, nearly drowning. Fortunately, Yunyi happened to pass by and rescued her..."

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei let out a light snort from her nose, glancing at the Marchioness Weibei, "Enough, this is just a smokescreen. Tell me, do you even believe it?"

The Marchioness Weibei was at a loss for words, bit her lip in embarrassment.

Zhou Yunyi, however, became agitated: "Grandmother, what are you implying?! What do you mean by 'believe' or 'not believe'?! If I hadn't risked my life to save Jia Jia, she might have died in that fish cave today! This is a failure of management in our Weibei Marquisate, and we owe Jia Jia a debt of gratitude!"

"Owe Jia Jia a debt of gratitude? Ha, I spit on that idea! What you really owe is an apology to Qing Niang!" The Dowager Marchioness Weibei picked up the brazier beside her and hurled it to the ground in front of Zhou Yunyi. The loud bang and the sparks that flew out from the brazier startled everyone present.

Both the Marchioness Weibei and Zhou Yunyi froze.

Nan Yan, however, reacted quickly and immediately stepped forward, crying out in a tearful voice: "Dowager Marchioness! Please take care of your health! You must not get angry anymore!"

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei began to cough again, the sound was loud and violent.

Soon, the Second Madam and Third Madam of the Weibei Marquisate arrived.

The two daughters-in-law looked at the mess on the floor, half-feigned, half-genuine expressions of shock on their faces.

The Second Madam looked extremely anxious: "Oh, Mother, don't you realize you're still ill? Why are you so angry?"

The Third Madam was even more direct: "Eldest Sister-in-law, don't blame me for speaking harshly, but Mother is sick now, and we're all deeply concerned for her. How could you let A Yi upset her like this?"

The Marchioness Weibei trembled with anger.

These two sisters-in-law were trying to shift the blame onto her with just a few words!

Fortunately, the Dowager Marchioness Weibei was equally harsh with everyone in the Weibei Marquisate: "Enough! Since you know I'm sick, speak less! Stop the chatter!"

With that, the Dowager Marchioness coughed twice again, appearing to be angered by the Second Madam and Third Madam as well.

The Second Madam and Third Madam hurriedly responded with a "Yes" and obediently went to sit in the chairs on the side.

At this moment, only Zhou Yunyi remained kneeling in the middle of the room.

His face turned a mix of green and red, looking extremely unpleasant. Finally, he gritted his teeth and, avoiding the mess on the floor, kowtowed to the Dowager Marchioness Weibei:

"Grandmother, since things have come to this, we must find a resolution... My engagement with Gong Qing Niang..."

The Dowager Marchioness Weibei sneered, half-closing her eyes, and coldly spoke: "Do you really think others are blind and foolish! I tell you, your engagement with Qing Niang was arranged by your late grandfather and his comrade! Even your father has no right to 'resolve' it. You want to 'resolve' it, do you? Fine, then go to the grave and discuss it with your grandfather!"