Glory to the ancestors

The ritual procedure of the Rong family was complicated, and it had been more than half a day, and Rong Zhen and Jiang Yuzan were still kneeling in the ancestral temple, their legs numb.

The sweet-scented osmanthus followed the servants of the family back and forth, and the offerings kept being placed on the plate, almost piled up into a hill.

Seeing that Chen Zhan had finished reading the sacrificial oration, Jiang Yuhan finally found some time to sit down on her knees and tapped her thigh, "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm used to it." Rong Zhen replied.

"For the cumbersome etiquette of your family, I should actually remarry."

"If you want to remarry, I will find a day to write you a divorce letter. Don't tell your ancestors in front of you. You are not afraid that they will come to you in their dreams at night." Rong Zhen glanced at Jiang Yuhan.

"Really," Jiang Yuhan covered her mouth and smiled for a while, "Then I have to file a complaint with them."

"Why, have I treated you badly?"

"You didn't treat me badly. The person who treated me badly doesn't even remember my name." Jiang Yuhan's eyes suddenly became empty, "Rong Zhen, Rong Qian really can't remember?"

"So what if he remembers it?"

"You're right," Jiang Yuhan sighed, "He didn't like me that much in the first place."

"I advise you not to overthink..."

"Rong Zhen," Jiang Yuzan interrupted him suddenly, "Rong Gan is like this, what else do you want to do?"

"Ok?"

"The Rong family is no longer what it used to be. What do you want to do now? Do you want to kill the queen mother or destroy the country? Is it all for revenge?"

Rong Zhen was silent for a while, "You also think too much about me, and I'm just following the situation."

"I dare say, even if I change my job now, I won't be setting up such a big game like you." Jiang Yuhan said calmly.

Rong Zhen turned his face to look at her, not knowing what Jiang Yuhan saw and knew, but he already knew that this woman had a different vision, otherwise the Queen Mother would not be relieved that she came to Rongguo Mansion as a spy.

"But I'm still a member of the Rong family now, and I've kowtowed to these ancestors, is there anything I can do to help you?" Rong Zhen didn't expect Jiang Yuhan to ask this question.

Rong Zhen shook his head, "You don't have to help me, just live yourself well."

"Are you caring about me?" Jiang Yuhan looked up at Rong Zhen with a smile on her face.

Rong Zhen sighed, not going to answer this question.

Jiang Yuhan pushed forward again, "If the person I liked at the beginning was you, would everything be different now?"

"Then I will reject you more decisively than Rong Gan."

Jiang Yuzan froze for a moment, then suddenly giggled, "You're right."

Osmanthus osmanthus walked past the two of them with a plate of dim sum in one hand, her eyebrows raised, which meant that this was a big occasion and she couldn't be so serious.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yuhan smiled even more happily.

The laughter seemed to have magical powers, and the contagious Rong Zhen couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and the osmanthus became even more anxious.

"Hey, I guess you guys are not done!" The Yang family had ended early, and Yang Xian released Yang Jin after a few words of advice.

Rong Zhen glanced at him, "Go outside and wait."

Yang Jin pursed her mouth, and Chao Rong really stuck out her tongue, "Got it."

Yang Jin was familiar with the way, went straight from the kitchen to beg for a plate of melon seeds, and knocked on the stone table outside Rongzhen's study.

It was the same before, the Rong family had many rules, so he just waited outside.

But it's better than Li Huan's offering sacrifices from day to night. Yang Jin shrugged his shoulders, and the melon seeds husks were flying all over the sky.

Seeing a few servants passing by him, he couldn't help but glance at him, and he had some self-consciousness, picked up the melon seeds on the table, held them in the palm of his hand, and put them on the empty plate.

Waiting is tedious.

He looked around, the door of Rongzhen's study room was closed tightly, um...

Yang Jin still seldom enters Rong Zhen's study when Rong Zhen is not around. Before when Rong Zhen was around, he had nothing else in his eyes, but now he realizes that Rong Zhen's study is really not small.

They used to play here when they were young, hiding behind the bookshelves, and the sweet-scented osmanthus always took a long time to find.

Thinking about this, Yang Jin smiled, sat down where Rong Zhen usually sat, and raised her eyes to notice a small locked box on the table.

It's not been a day or two since this box was kept here, and I don't know what secrets it contains, Rong Zhen never showed it to anyone.

It is impossible to say that the Rongguo Mansion is so big that there are not many secret rooms, but Rong Zhen placed the box in such a conspicuous position, it is not Young Master Yang's character not to be curious about what is inside.

Yang Jin squinted her eyes and looked at the keyhole. It didn't seem like the lock was difficult to open.

He untied the purse at his waist, and took out a small gadget from it. It was given to him by Mr. Lu of the Ministry of Industry. It was specially designed for unlocking. He thought it was very practical, so he took it with him.

He opened the lock three times and two times, but it was different from what he thought, there was neither a secret letter nor any special token—just some mottled colored stones.

Yang Jin took out a few and looked at them in the palm of her hand.

He remembered that he and Osmanthus osmanthus picked it up on the river bed of the moat when he was a child.

At that time, there was a severe drought and the water line became lower, and these stones were exposed. Ordinary children in the capital all went to pick them up, and of course Yang Jin couldn't let them go.

But Li Huan thought it was dirty, and Rong Zhen thought it was troublesome, so they sent someone to set up a stool, and sat on the bank of the river to watch him and the sweet-scented osmanthus pick it up.

Osmanthus osmanthus is different from those two nobles, she has rich practical experience, picked up a few brightly colored ones and ran to Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen stretched out his palms, holding the stones picked up by the sweet-scented osmanthus, smiling.

Yang Jin didn't know if his eyesight was bad, and he couldn't find a good-looking one for a long time, so Li Huan found a palace man to accompany him, and finally found two decent ones, and he also gave them to Rong Zhen as if they were treasures. Rong Zhen also smiled at him, and continued with his palm.

"You have to keep it well, it's all in the wishes of me and Osmanthus fragrans."

"I know." Rong Zhen replied helplessly, and sent someone to take a bag and put all the stones together.

Li Huan squinted at them, and didn't know why he had to endure the sun.