275 “Zhao’s Daughter [NP]” Chapter 274

Chapter 273: A counter-general army, a cleansing party

Following the harsh sound of cups and saucers breaking, the servants waiting outside the study raised their eyes in horror.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Huo Yikun walked out of the study, his expression still the same.

He only ordered the two young men guarding the door not to go in and disturb the eldest son for the time being.

The two young men looked at each other, knowing that the eldest son must be angry about something at this time. They dared not touch him, so they just waited outside.

Not long after, there was another crackling sound in the room. The two young men outside the door had never seen the eldest son lose such a temper, and they were both sweating.

People outside were frightened.

Zhao Xingyuan inside was really angry.

He was aware of the clues and wanted to take advantage of it by arranging a marriage for Huo Yikun so as to put an end to his thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he defeated an entire army.

“My foster father and the Zhao family have treated me with great kindness. After marriage, I will treat Yu’er wholeheartedly. If she is not willing to split the house, she will still be the fourth lady in this house.”

“I know you feel sorry for her, but Yu’er is getting older and will eventually get married. You can’t let her live in the Zhao family forever as a boudoir girl. How do you want the world to see her?”

Those words were very pertinent and poignant, which made Zhao Xingyuan feel depressed.

But no matter what Huo Yikun said was true, it could not change the heinous crime of sneaking in and seducing Zhao Shuyu.

What also made him extremely angry was Zhao Shuyu.

The sweet baby he held in his palms was still sweetly and joyfully under his body the night before he left home, but as soon as he left, she was seduced by another man.

When he thought of the two of them having secret meetings and indulgent affairs, Zhao Xingyuan wanted to go to Hanyuxuan to punish Zhao Shuyu immediately.

But he was afraid of hearing the same calm response from her mouth as Huo Yikun.

He was annoyed with her and also afraid that if she really liked Huo Yikun, she would not marry him unless he was the king.

At that time, if one wants to marry and the other wants to marry, and they are already married, how can he stop it?

In anger, Zhao Xingyuan slapped the golden half-moon table next to the wall and cracked it.

There were also clay dolls made by Zhao Shuyu when she was a child on the table, one male and one female. The craftsmanship was extremely poor, and they also rolled to the ground.

“This is big brother, and this is little Yu’er. Yu’er will always be with big brother.”

The innocent and childish voice is still in his ears, but the little baby who once clung to him and said he wanted to be together forever has completely grown up.

Zhao Xingyuan bent down to pick up the clay doll on the ground. His joints turned white several times, and he exerted force in his palms, but he still couldn’t bear to crush it into pieces, and finally put it back.

At this point, Zhao Xingyuan, the eldest son of the Zhao family, was furious when he first returned home. He was bored in the study for a long time and had not yet adjusted his mood.

Soon after, night fell, and the dust-cleansing banquet of Zhao Mansion started.

This was the usual reception for Zhao Xingyuan, the eldest son of the family, who returned home. It was always a lively and harmonious family dinner.

And tonight’s dust-washing banquet is neither big nor small.

It’s not big. The only people attending the banquet were four brothers and sisters from the Zhao family and one Huo Yikun.

It’s not a small one, but it also invites a group of opera singers and dancers from the city’s musical theater, so it’s still a bit lively.

In the flower hall, there was a round table between the banquets, and not long after, five people arrived.

However, from the beginning of this dust-washing banquet, Zhao Xingyuan’s face did not look good.

But he is used to being dignified and solemn on weekdays, so even if he is sullen and silent, it is not out of the ordinary.

Huo Yikun still looked calm and unremarkable.

However, Zhao Shuyu was worried, spoke in a low voice, and did not dare to make any big moves while eating.

The affection for Zhao Xingyuan that he used to have in the past is gone. He is just like a quail, trying to reduce his sense of existence.