Chapter 339: 183 pulling out the big guns
The Gu Family’s graveyard is located on a geomantic treasure land to the south of Capital City. It is said that the family’s ultimate ancestor became wealthy in the vicinity, and after they did so, they purchased some land to build tombs for the Gu Family.
The Gu Family’s true noble status began with the old Marquis’s generation and was hereditary for three generations before it started to decline. In short, Gu Changqing will be the last Marquis of the Marquis Residence, and if he does not accomplish significant achievements, his son will become an Earl, his grandson a Viscount, his great-grandson a Baron, and by the time of his great-great-grandson, they would become commoners again.
Of course, in Zhan Country, there are also hundreds of years old flaunting clans like the Duke Residence and the Zhuang family, with a constant stream of talented individuals and stable positions.
Madame Yao got up very early, wearing a plain white robe with a Gui Zhi belt around her waist and a small apricot bib-front jacket. She had no gold or silver jewelry, only two white jade hairpins.
A maid brought a rouge box.
Madame Yao waved her hand: “No need for makeup.”
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She was going to pay respects at the gravesite, not visiting friends.
“Yes.” The maid reluctantly carried the rouge box away.
“The sky looks cloudy. I’m afraid it’s going to snow again.” The head maid came in from outside, rubbing her frozen hands, “My lady, you’re too thinly dressed. Put on your cloak.”
“Hmm.” Madame Yao nodded, then dressed in a white satin cloak.
No faults could be found in her attire.
The head maid was ultimately afraid that she would come down with a cold, so she prepared a few extra hand warmers for her use.
When Madame Yao, with a rabbit fur hand warmer, arrived at the front door, the three Gu brothers also came over from their respective courtyards.
Gu Changqing’s expression remained unchanged.
However, the faces of Gu Chengfeng and Gu Chenglin did not look too good.
Gu Chenglin glanced at Madame Yao coldly, grunted, and said: “My aunt really! Why did she let her come? Can’t we worship our mother ourselves?”
Gu Changqing looked at him solemnly: “Get in the carriage.”
Gu Chenglin complained, “I didn’t say anything wrong! It was her who caused Mother’s death! How dare she visit Mother’s grave!”
Gu Chengfeng also thought so, only he didn’t want his younger brother to be punished by his elder brother again while he was here.
He plucked at his brother’s sleeve, “That’s enough, get in the carriage first. It will be late if we go later, and the road might be difficult to travel if it snows.”
“Humph!” Gu Chenglin glared at Madame Yao and got into the carriage in resentment.
Gu Chengfeng joined him in the same carriage.
Gu Changqing was on horseback.
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