Eat the whole family? I emptied the storehouse of the Marquis' Mansion and married the crippled

The Plum Garden is the closest garden to Fushou Garden. When Old Madam Ye was young, she often held plum blossom viewing banquets and was somewhat famous in the capital.

There were several kinds of precious wintersweets planted in the garden. As soon as Ye Jintang passed through the moon gate, he could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, as well as the sounds of girls reciting poems and playing together.

The corners of her lips curled up slightly. Old Madam Ye wanted to bury her in the crowd, which really underestimated her.

To go to the Ye family temple, you must pass through the middle of the plum garden.

Ye Jintang held the Buddhist scriptures and hurried towards the ancestral temple with two maids.

Her big round eyes kept looking around, looking for Lady Xuanping Hou.

Women in Tianqin State were generally not very tall, so it was very easy to find a tall woman like the wife of Marquis Xuanping.

Seeing the target person, Ye Jintang did not dare to delay and immediately walked towards her.

"Hey."

Ye Jintang let out a scream, and the scriptures and leaflets in his hand fell to the ground.

The north wind blew, and the thin paper flew far away.

The ladies standing in the plum grove admiring the plum blossoms had already noticed Ye Jintang's movements when she almost fell. After all, her moon-white dress was very eye-catching in winter.

The wife of Marquis Xuanping, who was closest to Ye Jintang, picked up a scripture on the ground.

"Sixth Miss, this is what you copied."

"Exactly."

Ye Jintang took two steps forward, bowed to the wife of Marquis Xuanping, and took the scripture she handed over.

"I see the handwriting is quite good, but I can't quite understand what you used to write it. It doesn't look like ink."

"Madam Hou, I use a black silk brush. If I use a brush, it will be slower. I am in a hurry, so I use a black silk brush."

"Oh? It's best to copy scriptures when your mind is calm. If you copy scriptures just for the sake of copying them, it's just a waste of time."

"What Madam Hou said is true. This scripture was copied for my late parents. Their ashes are still in the family temple and have not been buried in the ancestral tomb. In order to let them rest in peace as soon as possible, I want to copy the scripture as soon as possible."

"If you put it that way, I don't understand what you mean. What does your parents' burial in the ancestral tomb have to do with copying scriptures?"

Ye Jintang was delighted. Lady Xuanping Hou was indeed a gossip lover. Every question she asked was just right.

So she generously told the wife of Marquis Xuanping the whole story.

Her voice was not loud, but everyone around who was watching heard it clearly.

The old lady who received the news was afraid that Ye Jintang would say something shocking again, so she quickly asked Nanny Sun to call her over to talk.

"Didn't you just say that you were not feeling well and wanted to go back to rest? Why are you out again now?"

Old Madam Ye frowned slightly, looking unhappy.

Ye Jintang is truly a troublemaker. Whenever she shows up, nothing good happens.

"Grandma, I have copied all the scriptures you gave me. I want to take them to the family temple to show my parents and tell them that it won't be long before I bury them in the Ye family's ancestral tomb."

Ye Jintang's words were flawless, and she directly told everyone present that once she had copied the scriptures, her parents could be buried in the Ye family's ancestral tomb.

If Madam Ye changes her mind, then she can just wait for the wife of Marquis Xuanping to make the matter public.

By then, not to mention Old Madam Ye, even the reputation of the Marquis of Danyang’s Mansion will be completely lost.

No matter what, Ye Li is the legitimate son of the Marquis's family and is listed in the Ye family tree. Moreover, he is also a fifth-rank official appointed by the imperial court. It is neither reasonable nor moral for the Marquis of Danyang to not allow him to be buried in the ancestral tomb.

By then, even if Old Madam Ye is a million times reluctant, she will have no choice but to accept it.

When Ye Jintang thought of Old Madam Ye’s furious look, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise.

In order to avoid being seen laughing, she quickly lowered her head.

But this little action meant something else in the eyes of the ladies and girls present.

They all knew that Master Ye Liu had just passed away a few months ago, leaving Ye Jintang an orphan.

Seeing her worrying about her parents at such a young age, I couldn't help but feel a little pity and sadness.

Looking at Ye Jintang and the two little maids behind her, they were holding quite a few scriptures in their hands.

If all of this was copied by Old Madam Ye, she must have been copying scriptures since she entered the Marquis' Mansion and had done nothing but copying scriptures.

The ladies and girls who had lived in the inner house for many years naturally knew what was going on with Ye Jintang copying the scriptures.

It is said that life is hard for orphans, and now seeing Ye Jintang in this state, everyone feels even more sorry for her.

She has no parents to take care of her at such a young age, and her grandmother doesn't like her. She will have to make a living under the old lady's care in the future, and her life will be even more difficult.

Old Madam Ye, who was sitting in the seat of honor, looked at Ye Jintang's nervous and frightened expression and didn't know what to say.

"Sixth girl finished copying the scriptures so quickly? Are you trying to trick grandma?"

At this moment, Old Madam Ye didn't believe that Ye Jintang could copy the scriptures in such a short time.

Those scriptures probably have tens of thousands of words, and it would be impossible to copy them all within a few days even if I worked non-stop.

Maybe this was another trick played by Ye Jintang. He wanted to take advantage of the presence of so many people to force her to agree to bury the sixth child in the ancestral tomb.

She is old and has seen more than she has walked. If you want to play tricks on her, she is still a little naive.

"Madame Sun, go and get all the copied scriptures and have a careful look to see if they were really copied by the Sixth Girl herself."

As she spoke, Old Madam Ye's eyes fell on Ye Jintang.

"Sixth girl, if I find out that you didn't copy the scriptures properly and lied to me, I will ask you to go to the family temple to reflect on yourself for three months. Don't say that your grandmother is cruel then. This is for your own good."

"My granddaughter doesn't dare."

Ye Jintang's answer was very clear and concise. She hoped that Old Madam Ye would carefully check the copied scriptures.

The bigger the incident gets, the higher the chance that her parents will be buried in the ancestral tomb.

Nanny Sun, along with several other maids and servants, took out the scriptures for comparison.

Fortunately, there are enough maids and old women serving Madam Ye, otherwise, with so many scriptures, it would take who knows how long to finish reading them.

The plum blossom viewing banquet in the plum forest was originally intended to give the girls attending the banquet today an opportunity to show themselves.

As a result of Ye Jintang's commotion, everyone had to stop and wait and see how the old lady would deal with the matter of the scriptures.

Ye Yanran, who was standing in the crowd, was so angry that her little white teeth were almost broken.

She had wanted to use the plum blossom viewing banquet to showcase her literary talent and make her reputation as the most talented woman in the capital even more famous.

For this reason, she deliberately let other noble ladies show their talents first, and she would come out to write poems a while later. In this way, with the comparison with the previous ones, her literary talent could be better displayed.

As a result, everything was arranged properly. Just when she was preparing to write a poem, Ye Jintang came with his scriptures.

After being disturbed by her, even if they sent the people away, no one else would be in the mood to listen to her reciting poetry.

The more Ye Yanran thought about it, the angrier she became, and she almost tore the handkerchief in her hand.

She really hated Ye Jintang more and more.